Ensign Jordan Blackwater stepped off the transporter into officially his first posting on Starbase. He was the only one not in uniform just dark pants, dark shirt, and some messy dark hair he had not shaved down to Starfleet regulations. Most of those on the transport vessel thought he was a civilian, and it came with usual questions, “why are you this far out?”, “is your parents out here as well?”, “you must be getting ready for Starfleet academy?”
It was fact non of these. His parents lived on Vulcan with his grandparents. Jordan’s grandmother was Vulcan, and his grandfather was human. Jordan’s dad was half human, half Vulcan, with his mother being full human. Jordan however was only a quarter Vulcan. His ears were not that pointy but he was smart. Mathematics and science from the Vulcan side passed on to him along with his fathers physical ability from being in Starfleet Marines for 40 years.
The academy was a traditional 4 year structure for him. He trained in astronomical anomalies with a minor in microbiology. While he was smart, he didn’t flaunt it. Starfleet saw note of this but his peers did not as they assumed he was just passing the minimum standard.
It was in his last 6 months he was transferred to French country side. While he assumed he was being transferred to the French office of lonely Starfleet personnel scrubbing spacial anomalies he was wrong.
It was in fact in every since a a farm on the outside. But underground it was a labyrinth of offices and training facilities designed to train Starfleets Intelligence force and Jordan was perfect for it.
The last 6 months of the academy were spent learning all the ins and outs of integration and spy work. Jordan who, with a science background found that intelligence and science went hand in hand. The 10 students in his class, only one applied for intelligence.
As his instructor said “those of you that are here it’s because you didn’t choose to be here. You were selected due to your abilities outside of intelligence, you are all bright but not that bright, this all means you can blend in anywhere in Starfleet. You will be the deciding factor in battles, life, and death.”
For Jordan it meant serving Starfleet without-all the pomp and pageantry. The first day of class it was said for the work they do in the shadows does not get medals or books written. There was no promotions to a Captain for heroic valor. Their was only the since of pride they carried when they would look into the stars and know they made a difference. Not all people could handle this life. This is why every recruit at the farm was hand selected over a 4 year study of them at the academy.
Jordan followed the pad. There was a small bar just outside the entertainment district that looked like a place to get something to eat and a drink after sitting with new cadets for the last 80 hours.
When arriving to the bar that held relief to his chattering frustration, Jordan was met with a packed bar of cadets drinking and spilling out into the main way.
“Greaaaatt.” He said under his breath as he walked up to the bar and sat down. He flagged down the bar keep.
“Sorry about the mess sir, Starfleet kids ya know! What will it be? The bar keep said leaning over the bar, half out of breath.
“Romulan Whiskey, 3 fingers”. Jordan said holding his right three fingers to the bar keep.
“Yes sir.” The bar keep walked back from the bar and pulled off the shelf a glowing blue bottle with a curved neck wrapped in leather. “Here ya go.”
Jordan grabbed the glass and lifted it up in a sort of salute way. When he took the first sip before he could put the glass down he was bumped by someone, spilling most of his glass.
“Oh look eh here.” The cadet said in nicely pressed security uniform. “I think you owe me a drink. Hitting a Starfleet Officer is an offense you know.”
“And who is going to witness this offense might I add?” Jordan knew this would probably not end well.
“Well you did just assault a Starfleet security officer in front of three other security officers.” Should get you a month of the brig and some scrubbing of the thrust condenser sludge.”
“That’s it? Well you think fighting a Starfleet officer like yourself would result in more punishment, don’t ya think?” Jordan could take all three of them but they were drunk and not worth the d-log in his file.
The drunken security cadet stood in awe. Psychology is the best weapon versus a drunken brawl the day before his first day on an actual starship. The cadet turned toward his friends.
“He’s not worth my time mates. Lets go I think there is a nerd bar on deck 25 we can have some fun at.” All the security cadets got up and walked out of the bar.
Jordan finished his half spilled glass of what he considered cheap whiskey in a fancy bottle and paid the keep.
Jordan was still not assigned a ship for training yet. Most were hoping for the biggest and baddest but next too the transport that he showed up on only two ships were docked at the Starbase. A Nebula class transport fitted with a fighter bay which probably would house all the cadets and a Nova class, which Jordan would prefer over all. There was probably close to 300 cadets waiting to get on their first starship.
Jordan walked through the decks until a found the pods for cadet housing. He typed in his access code. At least his pod was enclosed and had a small screen inside. Most of the enlisted were open with no privacy. He shut his pod door and laid down. “Computer, awake me when orders have been assigned.”
The computer chirped back with acknowledgment. For now Jordan rested, not know what tomorrow would bring.