DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters or basic ideas from Star Trek. No profit is earned in writing this.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I got this idea for a series of stories based around original characters based in the Star Trek TNG universe. A series of original characters will be the center of the story with canon characters only showing up briefly. I will work on this as I can. Each chapter will be a self-contained story, but building on the one before. I don't really have an 'end' in sight. I'm just enjoying the exercise and I hope you will as well.
LOWER DECKS
CH. 1
PERMISSION TO COME ABOARD? I'M DONE
He sighed as he surveyed the devastation. This was not going to be easy to explain, and he was late reporting to his new assignment on top of everything else. Not the best way to make a good first impression on his new captain. Best get on with it. "Are we done here, inspector Walsh?" he asked the police investigator in charge of the scene.
The other man shook his head in amused disbelief at the mess before him. This was not how he thought he would be starting his shift. Civilian police rarely had anything to do with Star Fleet, and he was beginning to be gad of that fact. "Yeah. We're done," he answered, looking back at Davies. "Guess I know where to contact you if we need more than your statement. You sure you don't want to get that-"
Davies nodded tiredly. "Soon as I'm on board. Ship is due to warp out soon, so I can't delay."
"Okay," Walsh agreed reluctantly. "Good luck."
"Thanks," Davies sighed. He tapped his combadge and contacted the Enterprise.
OOOOOOOOOO
Commander William Riker was not pleased. Welcoming new crew on board for orientation was normally a routine matter. There were occasional hiccups, true, but he had never had someone miss reporting for a new assignment on time because they had stopped for lunch. Having to beam their new security officer up from the restaurant rather than the planet-side starbase where he was supposed to be was simply unacceptable.
When the transporter chief indicated their late arrival was ready to be beamed aboard, Riker nodded and gave the order before turning to face the transporter pad, a scowl fixed on his face.
Whatever he had been planning to say stuck in his throat at the sight that appeared before him. Lieutenant Kevin Davies stood at an Academy perfect attention, his back straight, and he wouldn't have looked out of place on a recruiting poster if it weren't for the food stains covering his uniform and the fork sticking out of his side. "What?" He shook his head, setting the many questions he had aside for later. "Chief, transport the lieutenant to sick bay."
"That won't be necessary, sir. I can walk," Davies assured him. "It's not bad."
Riker considered, knowing full well that he wouldn't appreciate being treated like an invalid if he were in Davies' position, then he thought about Dr. Crusher's reaction if he allowed a wounded man to delay treatment simply for his pride's sake. "We'll let Dr. Crusher make that determination." The man looked like he might protest further, but thought better of it. "Anything else?"
"No, sir." Davies glanced down at the fork stuck in his side. "I'm done."
Riker resisted the urge to roll his eyes and nodded to the chief before taking one last look at the man's bizarre condition. "I look forward to reading your report on this, lieutenant. I think."