Starfleet Noire, Part II

Posted on Fri Dec 12th, 2025 @ 10:07pm by Ensign Garabed "Garo" Hakobyan & Ensign Tenzi Sh'reyva & Master Chief Petty Officer Vashti Rao & Petty Officer 2nd Class Zal Rixi & Crewman Emiliano Echevarria & Sub-Lieutenant Osirin Acainus & Josef Forstinger & Lieutenant JG Jason Williams III & Ensign Luciana Aguila & Petty Officer 3rd Class Dallas Reese

1,070 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Shadow in the Static
Location: Holodeck 2, Deck 4
Timeline: 1810 Hours

Jason grinned and nodded. "Thanks! I just queried the computer as what was the typical dress of a Rangers in 1940s Los Angeles." He paused a beat then added, "Did you know that, despite the men of the time wearing suits predominantly, there were still variations as to where the person lived. In LA, the suits were typically made of a thinner weave of cotton, while those in either New York or Chicago, where heavier fabrics, due to the colder temperatures." He shook his head in amazement. "How people lived without a global weather control system...I just can't imagine it."

He then realized that he couldn't think of the name of the man he was speaking to. He knew he was displaced in time, if the rumors were true. Extending his right hand, he smiled openly. "Lieutenant Jason Williams, starfighter squadron leader."

"Or some didn't wear any if they couldn't afford them. Suits are expensive after all. My Grandfather only ever wore his to Church or Big Events. And it's easy, you either turn on the radiator, a fan--or simply sweat your ass off," he replied to Jason rather nonchalantly.

"Josef Forstinger." was the response as he extended his own right hand to shake it with a firm rough grip. "So you're a Flyboy ?"

Jason appreciated the proper handshake from the other man. He nodded as he replied. "Yes I am." He paused, then asked, "Forgive me for my ignorance here...I've heard rumors that you are a man...displaced in time? Is that correct?"

Josef let out an internal sigh. Well, that question was going to come from someone eventually. Then again, he didn't exactly do anything to make it any less obvious with the rumors going around. He had been told there were some by Tenzi herself. Though he has yet to actually hear any for himself. Though he didn't show any of this thought-process to other man. "That obvious?" he jests before nodding "Yes, Yes I am. Displaced less appropriate. More like a popsicle someone put in the freezer and forgot about."

Jason nodded slightly, his ocular implants dimming slightly. "For what its worth...I'm sorry that you went through that. I can't imagine what it must feel like to go to sleep one day, then wake up and everyone i know and care about is long gone." The young pilot made a supportive face to the other man as he continued. "I'm glad that you're with us now though. I hope you can rebuild a life that you'll be happy with here in our time."

"It was less going to sleep more so being flung into a pod-I had no choice in the matter, and I try not to think about it. It was either this or rotting in a ditch." was the Veteran's rather brisk reply to Jason. Some of his supportive words seem to have ripped open a proverbial scar. His Family, his friends-rebuilding a new life. All things he desperately tries to keep out of his head in public.

Jason felt as if he had just been slapped. Though, he couldn't blame Josef. His was an experience that Jason could never fully understand. In a softer voice, he dipped his head respectfully. "If i caused any pain eith my ignorance, I humbly apologize."

Surprisingly, the man let out a sigh in response. Josef moving to wave his hand as his voice changes to a much more gentle, almost apologetic tone. "No, you're fine. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be ungrateful. You're all very welcoming, and I appreciate the sentiment. Its a... sore subject." he extends his slightly rough hand once again for a handshake. An apology.

Vashti leaned in, whispering to Emiliano, "Where's Luci?"

The Costa Rican crewman's eyes widened--he had forgotten to meet Luci at her quarters. "That's what I get for letting Garo talk my ear off on the turbolift," he muttered. Turning away from the group, he began walking away quickly, calling out: "I'll be back in two minutes!"

When Osirin appeared, he was dressed in a brown double-breasted suit, a navy shirt with a burgundy tie with subtle, darker burgundy polka dots. A navy blue fedora was perched on his head. His trench coat (a must for noire detective, his research had revealed) was dark gray and unbuttoned.

A revolver in a shoulder holster could clearly be seen by anyone observant enough.

He was two inches taller than normal, his highly polished black wing-tip shoes had lifts in them.

Josef of course spotted the gun soon enough. Pointing it out on the man "Nice Piece." though, anyone who had not spotted the gun could interpret it as him complimenting the suit.

Garo stepped forward and offered a meaty hand. "We haven't met," he said, smiling at the visitor from another century.

Josef took the man's meaty hand with his own slightly rough hand. "Indeed. Name's Josef." he introduced himself, giving a light smile in return.

"From the stasis pod?" Garo inquired, recalling the story that had circulated throughout the ship since departing Freecloud.

And make that twice now that someone had asked him about the rumors. Well, in Garo's case Josef at least just nodded this time. "Yes. Wait. You got that only from my name--or am I being that obvious?" He seemed a bit confused "So, I keep hearing there's some story or rumor going around about me--but no one ever tells me the details or what it's about."

The Armenian in the blue-and-white pinstripe suit raised both hands--palms out in supplication. "The rumour is very benign, my friend. Man in stasis pod with more weapons than a Klingon armada." Garo became suddenly very dismissive of the claim. "We are just happy to have you on board... minus the weapons."

"Tends to come with the territory of being - having been a soldier." Josef corrects himself in the middle of his sentence. "More than? Hard to believe from what I've heard about these Klingon Warriors. I mean I only had my Rifle...and Pistol-and a few grenades, oh and my knife-and then there was the suit-" he started counting off the weaponry by with his fingers before catching himself.

"Well, I'm happy too," a little white lie. "Though I am not used to being without them, it feels, well, strange. Well, though being on a Spaceship is strange to begin with." Josef admitted.


~To Be Continued~

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