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Post 06 - Brotherly Love

Posted on Fri Nov 15th, 2019 @ 4:08am by Captain Sean Gaudain & Commander Michael Gaudain
Edited on on Wed Mar 4th, 2020 @ 4:44pm

Mission: Episode 0 - War Games
Location: USS Apollo - Deck 01 - Captain's Quarters
Timeline: Mission Day 01 - 1600 Hours

[USS Apollo - Deck 01 - Captain's Quarters]
[Mission Day 01 - 1600 Hours]


After meeting with the XO and his new bridge officers, Gaudain retreated to his new quarters to try to get a little unpacking done before he was hit with yet another wave of new crewmembers reporting in and supply manifests to sign off on. The captain's quarters aboard the Apollo were very similar to the quarters he had as XO aboard the Galaxy, which was yet another tell-tale sign of the vast differences in scale between the two vessels. With less than 20% of her volume and 10% of her crew, Apollo was not the city in space that Galaxy was, but he preferred it that way. He wanted to be able to actually get to know his crew and every inch of his vessel.

"Incoming transmission from the starship Hiawatha marked personal," the computer reported, as Gaudain was about to dive into a crate containing the various knick-knacks and mementos that he'd saved from his career. He spun the desk computer around so he could see it.

"Open it," Gaudain said.

A moment later the blank screen was replaced by the face of his younger brother, Michael. He was wearing a blue uniform with the pips of a Lieutenant Commander. An archaeologist, he was stationed on a research vessel very similar to the Apollo: the Nova-class planetary surveyor Hiawatha.

"Hey there, Mikey. What's up?" Gaudain asked, with a grin.

The younger Gaudain frowned at the nickname. "The Hiawatha just got back into comm. range, so I thought I'd see how you're doing with that ship Starfleet inexplicably gave you, Sean," he replied.

"I'm doing great. Haven't fucked it up even a little so far," the older brother replied, crossing his arms. "So, you're done with that dig? What was it... Promelians?"

"Menthar. The opposite of Promelians," the scientist corrected, with a grin. "I'm impressed you got one from the same era, though. I thought history was boring."

"History is boring, dude. I do pay attention when you tell me things, though," Gaudain said, turning the computer with him as he moved to sit behind his desk. "I'm sure Jessica and Tristan will be glad to have you back."

"Yeah. I'm excited, too. Three months out of contact was rough. I'm going to take some leave time and visit home. They've been staying with mom and dad."

"Uh-huh. How are Patrick and Claire these days?" Gaudain asked, frowning.

"They're well. They're much better grandparents they ever were as parents," his brother replied. "You should call them before you leave on your mission."

"And what mission would that be, Commander?" Gaudain asked. "Ship movements are classified."

"I have clearance. I also know that the Apollo has been specially refit for long-range missions and that this call was routed through the subspace transceiver hub on Starbase 38, so you're at or near the Barzan system, which means that you're going to one of two places in the near future," his brother replied, looking awfully punchable.

"Does it ever just hurt to be that smart, Michael?" Gaudain scoffed. "I can't confirm or deny anything you've just said, but, yeah, I'm going to be away for a while. And before you get all high and mighty, I was gonna call you before I left. I've only been aboard for a few hours, though."

"What about mom and dad? They'll want to hear from you," the other Gaudain insisted.

"I doubt it," Gaudain demurred. He and his parents had never had a strong relationship, and they'd long thought of his decision to join Starfleet rather than stay on Mars as a slight against them–that he was too good to work in a duranium refinery like they did. After the attack on Mars, though, it had turned out to be a lucky cooincidence that he had, though. The rest of his family had only survived by chance, managing to be on Earth for a First Contact Day visit. "It's good that you'll be going home, though. Tristan's a sweet kid. Hopefully, you can get posted somewhere you don't have to be separated so often."

"Yeah. I'm hoping for a transfer somewhere I can go over all of this data we got from our dig. The Hiawatha is fine, but I've got enough from this one mission to keep me busy for years," his brother enthused. "What about you?"

"What do you mean what about me?"

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"I don't really want to talk about my sex life with my little brother–unless you want to give us both even more issues," Gaudain replied, sarcasm dripping through his voice.

"I didn't ask about your sex life, Sean. I asked if you were seeing anyone."

"Nah. I was seeing this guy on my last ship. He was Risian. Super hot. Very, uh, adventerous, but.. we had different ideas of what a relationship meant. Monogamy isn't really a thing in their culture, which was cool at first but I just got too jealous for it," Gaudain admitted. "That was a while ago, though. Haven't really had the time to meet people."

"Sorry to hear that. Can't be easy being a command officer," his brother agreed. "Sounds like you're doing well, though. Four pips and everything. I... well... just was curious to see if you had someone in your life to support you since we don't get to talk that much," he said.

Gaudain thought about that for a moment. "I 'preciate that, but nah. I'm fine, though. I've got more than enough on my mind without worrying about having someone to keep the bed warm," he said, deliberately pivoting away from the idea of committment.

His brother smiled softly, clearly not buying it. "Ok, Sean. I should let you go, though. We've got a lot of work to do here before I can catch my transport. Call Mom and dad before you leave."

"I'll think about it. Stay safe out there, brother," Gaudain said, before the call ended. He got up from his desk and went back over to his packing crate, where he pulled out a few jackets and walked them over to his new wardrobe, focusing on that menial task rather than what his brother had said.

The captain sighed. Michael had a point–if he was going to leave the quadrant, he should at least tell his parents.

"Computer, open a channel to Patrick and Claire Gaudain on Earth LaGrange Colony 3, Sol System," he ordered.

"Working," the computer said, as Gaudain returned to his computer terminal. "Working," it said again. "Unable to comply. Call rejected at destination."

"Typical," Gaudain said, clenching his teeth. "Fine."

A mission post by

Captain Sean Gaudain
Commanding Officer
USS Apollo

Lieutenant Commander Michael Gaudain, Ph.D.
Chief Science Officer
USS Hiawatha




 

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