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Posted on Thu Oct 24th, 2019 @ 8:44pm by Lieutenant JG Alexander Mitchell & Lieutenant Eza Bergen PhD
Edited on on Thu Oct 24th, 2019 @ 8:50pm

Mission: Reaching Out in Hope
Location: Bridge | U.S.S. Sentinel
Timeline: MD009 | 1200

Eza had been aboard the Sentinel for a whooping two hours, he had met with the Captain, completed a very quick inspection of the science lab and made a note to meet with a Lieutenant Armstrong who'd been acting DH. Now he was finally making his way to the bridge to check things out and ensure he was up to speed. From what he'd heard their layover at Opaka station would likely be brief.

Stepping out onto the bridge he smiled, he had always been fond of the intrepid-class design. With the exception of mission ops along the back wall all the stations had good sight lines to the viewscreen and the design always seemed sleek and efficient to him. It was then he noticed a familiar looking back of the head, he must have been imagining it, after all short dark hair on a human was hardly a rare trait.

Lieutenant j.g. Alexander Mitchell had come aboard at Deep Space Nine and had settled in well, much to his surprise. Until a few weeks ago he'd been a fighter pilot. Now he was a the controls of an Intrepid-class starship. While he'd trained for that at the Academy, it wasn't something he'd done much of since then. It was proving to be a whole new challenge for the young Lieutenant. Right now, though, there wasn't much to challenge a pilot of his skills; the Sentinel was holding station.

Eza took a wide lap of the bridge, coming down the starboard stairs near tactical and the readyroom door to then cross the bridge behind the CONN. He felt his cheeks redden and his stomach tighten as he quickly made his way to the science station and sat down.

Aware that there was someone slowly making their way around the Bridge, Alexander kept focus on his work. He was sure it was just paranoia but he was certain that whoever it was kept stealing glances in the CONN Officer's direction. Still, he kept focus on his work. When the person seemed to finally settle in at the science station, Xander glanced over his left shoulder and found a Lieutenant sitting there. He nodded in the direction of the Trill, "Lieutenant." Casually, he returned focus back to his work. There was something familiar about the Trill but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Seeing the face of the pilot Eza swallowed hard, Alex Mitchell had been the target of a particular strong crush the scientist had had during his academy days. The two had crossed paths a few times, friends of friends in common for the most part but once or twice they had ended up at the same parties. As Eza recalled they had been in the same Interstellar history class in third year, along with 600 other cadets. He doubted the pilot even ever knew who he was.

Why was the Lieutenant familiar to him? It niggled away at him for the following five minutes until it finally struck him; they'd been at the Academy together. For some reason Xander had a particularly strong memory of being introduced to the Trill by a mutual friend just a few minutes before hooking up with a particularly hot Marine, whose name he'd never found out. He spun his chair left and leaned back, cockily. "It's Ezra, right?"

"Eza." The Trill replied, "Alex right?" He said, pretending to be wracking his brain trying to place the man. "Gallagher's friend?"

Alexander folded his arms and rolled his eyes. "Alexander, or Xander if you prefer. Not Alex." He told him, annoyed. It was hardly the Trill's fault that he'd made the same mistake that most people made when first meeting the pilot. But such was his detest for the name Alex that the mere sound of it wound him up. It didn't matter that he'd just gotten Eza's name wrong himself.

Eza nodded, he distinctly remembered Gallagher introducing him as Alex, but that was a number of years ago. 'Seems like the hot shot fly-boy grew up, at least a little' he thought. "My apologies." The Trill replied. "I'm surprised to see a familiar face out here."

"Doesn't matter how far from home you go, you'll end up running into a familiar face." Xander looked over at his console and pressed a few buttons. "Even all the way out here on the other side of the galaxy."

Eza nodded, he wasn't sure if the Lieutenant was this icy to everyone or had just rubbed him the wrong way. "Well, I look forward to working with you." He said before turning his attention back to the science station and beginning a level 4 diagnostic of the sensor systems.

Saying nothing in reply, Xander spun back to face his console and resumed his duties with a smirk.


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