Who is this guy?

Posted on Wed Apr 2nd, 2025 @ 8:21pm by Lieutenant Commander Ryan Price

Mission: Those who are left behind
Location: Transport ship Mackenzie enroute to Chintoka
Timeline: current

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Ryan awoke in the small quarters to the intercom "Mr Price we're about thirty minutes out from meeting up with USS Resolution." Ryan rolled over feeling a pad sliding on his chest as he touched to pannel, "Thank you, I'll be ready in twenty."

Ryan set the pad down on his bag and stood up, he'd been on the go for three almost four days in an attempt to catch up with his newest assignement, he'd been reading after action reports from the numerious battles with the Dominion and their allies, he could tell by the context and language in the reports that things were bad and any form of break through would have to be done in a manner that even starfleet would have a hard time organizing.

As he steped forward to the small lavatory to clean up he'd decided to only do a quick washdown as he wanted to be ready for duty incase the captain needed to meed immediately. He tossed the older undershirt he'd been wearing his chest and arms were a map of scars, burns and other reminders of his duties in starfleet, his left arm had a poorly removed tattoo on it, a reminder of another life one that was not only long gone but one that he and intelligence had made a massive effort to erase. Officially Ryan was a litteral black hole in history, there was no records for a reason what he did for intelligence. After washing up he pulled a fresh shirt over and reached for his unifrom shirt and pulled it on as well. He looked in the mirror, ready? then let's not keep everyone waiting.

Ryan lifted his bag, pulling the zipper closed he looked around out of habbit ensuring he didn't leave anything behind, he walked out and started down the corridor too the transporter room he paused too look out a viewport, he saw some of the carnage of the battles, he paused having a flashback too Wolf three five nine. Ryan often called his experieces as 'The longest fourty-eight hours of my life'

As Ryan entered the transporter room the operator stood at the ready and looked over too him, "We're just about in range sir, I hope your missions go well."

"Thank you chief." Ryan said as he waited for them to be in range when he got told they were in range he paused as he stepped on the transpoter pad, "Energize!' he said.

End

Lt Cmdr Ryan Price
Chief intelligence officer
USS Resolution