The Jeffinator
Captain Manbeard
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19:14
2373 August 31
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Personal Log, Stardate 50646.4
I have arrived at Starfleet Academy for my fourth and final year of schooling. Like many other cadets, I am excited at the prospect of being elected to Red Squad and assigned to a training cruise. My instructors last year were impressed with my technical aptitude, and predicted that I would be selected for advanced training this year. I hope I do not fail them.
Cade Elmwick ended his personal log and spun his chair around, away from the computer console on his desk. In previous years, he had to share a room with five other men, but fourth-year cadets were only two students per dorm room, so he actually had some personal space. The door to the room was in the center of one wall, and directly across it on the far wall was a replicator. On either side of the replicator was a computer desk, and then past each desk a twin-sized bed. A chest of drawers sat at the foot of each bed, facing a closet on each side. There was only one door and one replicator, serving as a sort of central border between the two sides of the room.
I wonder who's going to be rooming with me this year, he thought to himself as he looked over at the empty bed on the right side of the room. He shrugged and walked out the door, down to the bathroom at the end of the hall. After relieving himself and washing his hands, he stood for a moment in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection.
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He was still wearing his civilian clothing, as policy mandated he wasn't required to be in uniform until classes officially started the next morning. He ran a hand through his hair and observed the light facial hair he was growing with a smile, frowning when he realized he would have to shave it off before class.
“Oh well,” he said before leaving the bathroom. “Once I graduate and receive a commission, I'm totally growing it back.”
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07:45
2373 September 1
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Cade emerged from his dorm room with a clean-shaven face and dressed in his yellow operations school uniform, his neck adorned with the four bars marking him as a fourth-year cadet. His new roommate still had not shown up yet, but he let that fade from his mind as he walked from the male dorms in Ralton Hall through the gardens. Cadets were swarming towards the auditorium, where Superintendent Morris would give his commencement speech and name the students who had been selected for the advanced training squadrons. One cadet in particular caught his eye.
Blonde hair. Cute face. Nice figure, he thought to himself. Yep, we have a go.
Cade followed the girl inside, watching to see where she was going to sit. After waiting a moment, he walked up and sat right next to her. “Geez, you'd think after all these years Morris would have learned to shave properly, but nope – crooked mustache as always. Sorry, forgot to introduce myself – Cade Elmwick, Engineering major. What about you?”
19:14
2373 August 31
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Personal Log, Stardate 50646.4
I have arrived at Starfleet Academy for my fourth and final year of schooling. Like many other cadets, I am excited at the prospect of being elected to Red Squad and assigned to a training cruise. My instructors last year were impressed with my technical aptitude, and predicted that I would be selected for advanced training this year. I hope I do not fail them.
Cade Elmwick ended his personal log and spun his chair around, away from the computer console on his desk. In previous years, he had to share a room with five other men, but fourth-year cadets were only two students per dorm room, so he actually had some personal space. The door to the room was in the center of one wall, and directly across it on the far wall was a replicator. On either side of the replicator was a computer desk, and then past each desk a twin-sized bed. A chest of drawers sat at the foot of each bed, facing a closet on each side. There was only one door and one replicator, serving as a sort of central border between the two sides of the room.
I wonder who's going to be rooming with me this year, he thought to himself as he looked over at the empty bed on the right side of the room. He shrugged and walked out the door, down to the bathroom at the end of the hall. After relieving himself and washing his hands, he stood for a moment in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection.
http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/TheJeffinator/elmwick1_zpsvtjhwt2m.jpg
He was still wearing his civilian clothing, as policy mandated he wasn't required to be in uniform until classes officially started the next morning. He ran a hand through his hair and observed the light facial hair he was growing with a smile, frowning when he realized he would have to shave it off before class.
“Oh well,” he said before leaving the bathroom. “Once I graduate and receive a commission, I'm totally growing it back.”
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07:45
2373 September 1
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http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/TheJeffinator/uniform2_zpsdqrprtb8.jpg
Cade emerged from his dorm room with a clean-shaven face and dressed in his yellow operations school uniform, his neck adorned with the four bars marking him as a fourth-year cadet. His new roommate still had not shown up yet, but he let that fade from his mind as he walked from the male dorms in Ralton Hall through the gardens. Cadets were swarming towards the auditorium, where Superintendent Morris would give his commencement speech and name the students who had been selected for the advanced training squadrons. One cadet in particular caught his eye.
Blonde hair. Cute face. Nice figure, he thought to himself. Yep, we have a go.
Cade followed the girl inside, watching to see where she was going to sit. After waiting a moment, he walked up and sat right next to her. “Geez, you'd think after all these years Morris would have learned to shave properly, but nope – crooked mustache as always. Sorry, forgot to introduce myself – Cade Elmwick, Engineering major. What about you?”
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