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Star Trek: Pilgrim Squadron

Book One

Chapter Two

Soon afterward, they all began attending certain classes that they would have to take in order to

graduate from the Academy and improve their respective chances of being assigned to certain Starfleet

starships in their chosen areas, if and when they did so. Those that chose to enter command school at

the Academy were Cadets Franklin, Thomas, and Bradca. Those who wanted to work primarily as

engineers, operations, conn, or security officers, if they possibly could do so in their respective careers,

were Cadets Benjamin, Ames, Hanson, Onada, Saranson, and Sulu. And those who wanted to mainly

work as ships' medical officers or counselors were Shannon, Tracy, and Walker, which meant that

most of their respective Academy training would be in the area of at least a few different kinds of

sciences known to people in Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets, if not all of them, if it

possibly could be for each of them.

It took everyone about a week to adjust to their new classes at the Academy, once they'd

started attending them at it. This was simply because they hadn't yet become familiar enough with

Academy-style life in the San Francisco local metropolitan area until then. This was for all the obvious

reasons, of course.

They also kept busy at becoming somewhat well-acquainted with each other in whatever free

time they could find for themselves when they didn't have classes on a certain day. They also

established some reasonable sort of pecking order in the Squadron, for the obvious reasons. And that

took them at least a week after the start of the Academy's current academic year to do, also for the

obvious reasons.

Eventually, they were familiar enough with the San Francisco local area to be able to leave the

Academy grounds on weekend passes unescorted. They then often went to the Moon to visit with

several friends of at least one, if not more, of them that lived in a domed city called Moon City. And

they were often back by late Sunday or early Monday of the same weekend, whenever they went to

the Moon for a day or two on a weekend pass from the Academy.

Moon City was a city that had been founded underground at least a century or two before, if

not more than that. When its inhabitants had started to build the city above the lunar surface, they'd

begun to require the use of domes, for the obvious reasons, due to the fact that the Moon currently had

no atmosphere of its own at that time, at least. An old Terran legend dating back at least 200 or so

Terran years suggested that there had once been a Moon Kingdom, but that it had been destroyed by

some evil force elsewhere in the known Universe, as of that time. And that legend seemed to suggest

that the Queen of that Moon Kingdom had sent the people of the Moon to Earth in the future. But the

legend's accuracy had never been totally confirmed or disproved beyond a shadow of a doubt. For

there was no sure-fire way for Terrans to do either with their current level of technological

advancement, as of the current year of 2373. That legend also seemed to suggest that the Kingdom in

question would eventually be restored to its former existence. But that, too, currently wasn't either

confirmable or deniable, for the aforementioned reasons that were at least partly related to that

centuries-old Terran legend. But it was now a fact that there were at least ten to twenty domed cities

on the Moon that were permanently inhabited by sentient beings that now lived on it. Moon City was

the largest of them in terms of population and area. But not the only one that was known of to a

sufficient enough degree all over the known Milky Way Galaxy, if not all over the known Universe.

Periodically, the cadets would visit the Moon for various reasons, most of them for pleasure, if

not all of them. But only every once in a while, due to the demands of their Academy schedules, for the

obvious reasons. Little did they know that they would eventually help to build at least one Starfleet

starship either on the Moon or in lunar orbit, once they had attended the Academy for a long enough

period of time. And that the ship or ships in question that they would be working on together would be

a ship or ships that they'd eventually serve on for Starfleet and the Federation. But that wouldn't

happen at least until they'd become juniors at the Academy about two years from the current year of

2373.

By Thanksgiving of 2373, they had each earned enough points at the Academy to be given at

least two weeks' leave time so that they could be with their families for at least that holiday, if they so

chose to be, and they then parted from each other n the Wednesday evening just before the

aforementioned Terran American holiday, taking different Starfleet shuttles to their intended destinations

all over Earth. Sulu went to Asia, while Bradca went to South America. That then left the remaining

members of the Pilgrim Squadron to go elsewhere in North America to be with their respective families

in it.

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Well, that's the end of this second chapter here. How do you all like it so far, readers? I await

hearing just what you all have to say about it here, in fact. More will come later, if and whenever

possible. In the meantime, please don't forget to read, review, and enjoy this story as much as

possible, if you possibly can, readers. Until I add more to this story here, then, this is "The Universal

Storyteller" signing off, and saying over and out. Take care, God bless, and all that, if at all possible, of

course. "Universal Storyteller to Starfleet Academy, one to beam to your location now, please."

"Energizing." Moments later, the area is once again unoccupied by The Universal Storyteller,

as a light breeze blows through the area he just occupied mere moments before, in fact.