*** Stephen Jacobs Quarters * SB Unity. ***
Stephen shook his head and sighed, stood up from his relaxed
position on his comfortable sofa and headed towards his
bedroom.
Fifteen minutes later, he was freshly showered and carefully
inspecting his reflection in a tall mirror, adjusting his
collar and tugging a little at the tunic.
Satisfied with the results, he returned to the main room,
collected the padd he had been reading and strode with it in
his hand towards the door.
His long stride carried him along the corridor and he
thought how he quite looked forward to days such as this
when new Starships began their ceremonial life.There was
something almost touching about it.
His interest too was always peaked by events that involved
formal dress.He found he could learn alot by simply
observing how a man wore his medals...or lack of them in
some cases..and he knew anyone could learn alot about a
woman by the dress she chose to wear.
He liked watching people. It was part of his job to observe
and listen and evaluate but he never tired of it and from
time to time when the odd dignitory or two had visited the
Starbase, he had always looked forward to the formal
meetings.
When the news was announced that Unity was to become the
home of the 1st Task Force, Stephens initial surprise for
the idea had soon been tempered by the quick realisation
that the visiting dignitaries would come more often and be
more senior than those who'd come before.'People watching'
would take a sharp upturn.
He waited for the turbo lift to arrive and spent the few
seconds preparing the padd to send a message. He looked up
when the doors opened and stepped inside followed by two
others once all but one of the occupants had exited.
He took a place in the left hand corner of the lift,
nodding briefly when asked if he was going to the launching
ceremony and as the lift hummed into movement, he had
already begun tapping his reply.
" Remember that sometimes you cannot see the wood for the
trees, that the most obvious place to look is the one in
front of you and that answers are often simple and need only
a little research into the patients most recent history to
provide an answer.
A few minutes research would have told you Bluethistle was
one of only a handful of badly injured survivors from a
ship destroyed by a Romulan WarBird.His knowledge of the
language means he easily understood the name Akhiy
T'rhaiilng...the Black Horse.This should have told you the
reasons for his stress disorder sooner. Although he would
doubtless enjoy meeting his brother again I do not advise a
visit to the horse ranch in the immediate future.
Read the attached notes of my evaluations and learn from
them."
He signed his name "Jacobs" at the end and was about to send
the message when he thought of something else and made an
addition.
"By the way" it read " Bluethistle is a master chess player.
He was humouring you."
The message was sent to 2nd Lt. Mnemosyme Nyx Jr. Counselor.
Stephen wore an inner smile as he exited the turbo lift
after the other occupants and walked with them along the
wide promenade leading to the Observation Lounge near Pylon
C, his appetite for the coming launch ceremony already
whetted.
*** End Log ***
Stephen Jacobs
Chief Counsellor
SB UNity
