Feels like home

Posted on Fri Jul 24th, 2020 @ 4:49am by Lieutenant JG Rogi Sutan

449 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: The Saga Begins
Location: DS9, Promenade
Timeline: Present

ON:

Ensign Rogi Sutan stood on one of the many balconies that overlooked the main promenade area of Deep Space Nine. He’d stood in the same spot many times in the past. Sutan was a Bajoran, and had only been 16 when Starfleet took over ‘Terok Nor’ and renamed the Cardassian station, Deep Space Nine. Sutan had lost both of his parents to the Cardassian occupation of Bajor, and had found solace in religion during his teenage years.

The memory of making a pilgrimage to the station at 17 years old to see the Emissary to the Prophets was something that was seared into Sutan’s memory. Captain Sisko was a reluctant Emissary to begin with, but had become much more comfortable with his position towards the end of his corporeal life. Sutan clearly remembers seeing Sisko from a distance, but too afraid to approach the man. How was he worthy of speaking to the Emissary? Now he wishes that he had. It was one of the biggest regrets of his life.

Since that day, Sutan had made it his business to visit the station at least once a year to pay his respects to the Prophets, and their Emissary. This was obviously harder to do during the Dominion war, but still something he committed himself to doing.

Today, he was here for a different reason however. He looked down at his Starfleet uniform and straightened it. Today he was joining the crew of the USS Ganymede as the assistant Chief Flight Control Officer.

Suddenly the cries of “DABO!!” came from Quark’s Bar as another lucky winner was happily announced. Sutan looked towards the bar. From his view he could see Quark’s face grimace, almost painfully. The Ferengi always hated it when someone won on the Dabo tables. Quark once told Sutan; “Rule of Aquisition number one: ‘Once you have their money, you never give it back.’ remember that, kid.” Clearly Quark wasn’t taking his own advice right now.

Sutan’s comm-badge chirped; “The time is 1245.”

The Ensign sighed and wished he could spend some more time at his spiritual home. He had a lot of memories and a lot of friends here, but the Captain had ordered the crew to assemble on the Ganymede’s flight deck at 1300. He took one last look around the promenade and smiled. “Time to go to work.”

Suddenly Quark looked up towards Sutan and both men caught each other’s gaze. Quark smiled, as warmly as a Ferengi could, recognising the young Bajoran. Sutan smiled back and nodded his head in quiet acknowledgement before setting off for the Ganymede.


OFF:
Ensign Rogi Sutan
Assist. Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Ganymede

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