...shoot me dead.
I made to the transport the next morning in a stupor just as it was about to take off.
Thirty minutes later we docked with the Shogun. She was the very definition of spit and polish. And she should be--her CO Captain Michelle Jones had the reputation throughout the Fleet of running a very tight ship.
I proceeded to the Captain's quarters to present my orders, getting thoroughly lost along the way. When I finally found it, I rang the buzzer.
"Come."
I went inside and stood before Captain Jones somewhat lazily.
"Ah Ensign so good of you to join us," she said as I stood there. "May I see your orders or are they a Federation Secret?"
I fumbled for my orders and handed them to the Captain.
"There are four ways of doing things on a starship," she said as she read my orders. "The Right Way, The Wrong Way, The Starfleet Way, and My Way. You do things My Way and we'll get along just fine. Report to the XO for your watch assignment. Dismissed."
As I left I thought, "So this is how the Admiral wishes to instill 'discipline' in me, by assigning me to some harda$$ captain."
Well she won't break me and kill my fun. I've always lived by the old earth saying: Where there's a will, there's a way.
So immediately I ...