Passdowns

Posted on Tue Sep 30th, 2025 @ 7:57pm by Petty Officer 1st Class Samuel Renfroe EMT-P & Petty Officer 1st Class Corvus Hannah
Edited on on Wed Oct 1st, 2025 @ 9:27pm

1,139 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: What was Lost is Found
Timeline: Prior to boarding Valkyrie

Corvus stood to stretch and yawn, taking out the earbuds with the latest of the local music from Minerva. He checked his chrono and then sat again o the hard, mostly uncomfortable chairs. It was typical of his experience in Starfleet - the 'hurry up and wait'. He'd been told the shuttle - in this case, a cargo/personnel ship - was set to depart two hours ago but, again in typical Starfleet fashion, they were delayed for whatever ungodly reason.

He looked around the room again, taking in the others that also seemed to be waiting for transport on this shuttle. Since their destination was Utopia Planetia at Mars, the sea of gold uniforms wasn't unsurprising. He did see, however, one person in blue. With NCO rank on his collar. Picking up his ruck, he decided that if he was going to have to wait, he misht as well spend the time engaging others. And it wasn't going to be a flood of engineering personnel geeking out over warp core specs or starship design or whatever it was engineering people got excited over. He had a fifty fifty chance that the petty officer in blue was at least Medial.

"Hello, Petty Officer," Corvus said, walking up to the man. "Sorry to disturb you, I'm just going a bit stir crazy and hoped to pass the time in conversation."

“Howdy, Petty Officer,” Samuel replied in his heavy Southern drawl, before spitting a stream of tobacco juice in a cup he was holding in his left hand. “Ya’ll anit disputing me at all, The Name is Samuel Renfro, but it doesn’t take long before folk just start callin me Doc. It does get a little stir crazy waiting around for the powers to uncluster fuck themselves, so what brings ya here if ya don’t mind my askin'?” he said, spitting a stream of tobacco juice in his cup

Corvus watched the stream of noxious liquid spit into the cup, where it joined the pool already formed. It was a nasty habit and one that he made sure his Marines never picked up, despite so many others in the Corps using it. "Waiting on transport to my new assignment. I think it's a new assignment. I my squad's been assigned but I'm not sure if I am or not." He shrugged. "You?"

“Well, how bout that small universe I'm waiting for transport to my new assignment as well; I'm going to miss the Devil Dogs I've been assigned for the past year. How about you miss your leather necks as well? They certainly keep life interesting with their shenanigans, leading to some fascinating medical reports that you had to be there to believe.So if ya don’t mind my prying, what is your new assignment?” He said with a mix of pride, empathy, and just a touch of regret.

"Going to the Valkyrie" Corvus said, "and so far I'm still assigned to my group. They're part of a pilot program that trains Marines to be Security officers. Gives Security a more combat orientation than they normally would have. They've done it as a sort of reverse FMF. You served FMF as well?" Corvus said, then shook his head, "Yeah, 'Doc' should have been a giveaway."


“Yep, served with a few marine units, and as luck would have it, I’m heading to the Valkyrie. Guess the wanted people with combat medical experience, make ya wonder what the hell they expect to get into. he said, spitting another stream of tobacco juice into the cup.

"Well, my guys aren't going as Marines, but Security, so they can't be expecting too much in teh way of bad or the suck," Corvus said. "Maybe they finally wised up and decided to send people who actually know how to keep people alive and stable enough to transport to Medical." Corvus cocked his head as an announcement came over the PA system that the shuttle craft to the transport ship was finally loading. He grabbed his pack and stood.


Samuel chuckled lightly, "Maybe, but it seems a little too much like common sense for the brass, any, sounds like our cue to move."

"Yeah, well, good sense is a bit too "common" for officers, don't you think?" Corvus quipped as he joined the forming line. "Of course, it could just be the same old beau acratic snafu. One finger not knowing that the other toe is doing and all. He made sure his ident was readily available for when it was required to board the shuttle.

"What do you do when you're not seeing how many times you can convince a Marine to change his socks a day?"

"Usually, creative documentation for injuries they get from their on and off duty shananaigns that won't get court-martialled, or NJPed, and you?" Samuels replied as joined line making sure his ident was visable

"Remind the Lieutenant that he was a young, enlisted man once and he too got up to shenanigans. I work in a small squad and the Lieutenant is very much involved. Fortunately, my guys don't get up to too much. Fortunately." He swiped his card and was ushered through the checkpoint and into the airlock leading to the transport. "Though, when they do get a bit too annoying, talking to guys like you reminds me how much worse it could be."


Samuel swiped his card and was ushered through the check point, "Well us medic gota stick together, after some has be the voice of common sense, reminds of an old adage it like herding cats." and intelligence is direct preparational ranks among officer, the higher you the dumber you get."

As if that were some sort of karmic clue, a gold shirted Ensign flanked by two other gold shirted NCOs, all with the unmistakeable bearing of Security stepped through the line. "Petty Officer Hannah? Petty Officer Renfroe?" he said, looking at each in turn. "Your orders have changed, come with me."

Corvus looked from the officer to the security officers with a frown. Then he glanced at Renfroe. "What's going on?"

The Ensign merely gave his head a slight tilt. "As I said, your orders have changed. Let's go."

Samuek Nodded and started following the Ensign as he replied to Hannah, "Ahh, like a bureaucratic snafu or the like, let's see what clusterfukery awaits."

"But..." Corvus said, glancing back at the transport shuttle. Now? he fumed, this had to happen now? "Our gear is on that shuttle." Then letting out a sigh, he too followed the goldshirts, clearly not happy. At least he still had his ruck and it's contents. Which, typically, was mostly emergency medical supplies.


PO1st Corvus Hannah
Combat Medic - Security

PO1st SAmuel Renfroe
Combat Medic




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