The final journey...
Torpedo Bay 1
Authors: Cmdr. Alenis Meru, Lt. Cmdr. Timothy Rouse, Lt. (JG) Jason Beauvoir, Lt. (JG) Brad Silverton
Alenis knew that this day would come. The galaxy was still a dangerous place, and it was only a matter of time before one of her crew made the ultimate sacrifice in the line of duty.
But, she didn't think it would happen so soon.
With her first and second officers by her side, she looked over the crew, all assembled in full dress uniform. Some of them were taking it better than others, or at least were better at hiding it. Arvel would be busy; to have a senior officer killed while doing a mundane prisoner escort, especially so soon after launch, would cause serious damage to the morale of the crew. No doubt, there would be people who served with him who would need his counsel to get them through these dark times.
It was a standard Starfleet burial in space, in accordance with Tobin's last wishes. Alenis had authorized full military honours, feeling that nothing less would be appropriate for a fallen comrade.
Something about it seemed wrong, though. For Daniel to survive New Algiers, one of the bloodiest battles in recent history, only to end up being stabbed to death in a corridor by some lowlife Syndicate assassin just wasn't right. Alenis had read the coroner's report; she shuddered just thinking about his final moments, bleeding out alone on a space station far from home. No one deserved that.
"We are assembled here today, to pay final respects to our honoured dead..."
Jena stood among a sea of dress uniforms. She didn't need to be here, she wasn't a member of the crew and she didn't know Lieutenant Tobin, but since Jason had served with the man and was unable to make it to the funeral, she felt it was her duty to attend in his place. She felt a little out of place in her aquamarine ball gown, but it was the only formal wear she owned. She'd attended two of these ceremonies before, one for Peter and one for her mother, but this was different, she wasn't the next of kin. This didn't prevent her from feeling bad for his loved ones, in fact she knew all too well what they must be feeling. She looked around recognizing the odd person in the crowd of faces, most were solemn, while some showed clear signs of grief.
"...Daniel Tobin was a fellow officer, a comrade, and a friend to us all..."
Brad was lost in his thoughts and not really paying attention though the Captain hadn't started talking and there wasn't much to pay attention to. He had been lucky so far saving himself and Jena. Tyrlai had been hurt that he attended too after the diplomatic reception battle. Would it always be this busy on an active ship? The U.S.S. Paul Revere was the only other ship he had served on and it was so dull compared to the Portland.
"...and though he was only with us for a short time, I know he served honourably in the fleet that he dedicated his life to, and gave his life in service of..."
His thoughts drifted to his sickbay. All the equipment had been delivered and installed thankfully. Still a good deal of work to do to get everything settled in but the worst was behind him. He never did get a chance to find some authentic Bajoran sheet music that would have been nice. Music how could he think of something like that at a time like this during the funeral of a fellow crewmember, a senior staff member at that. True he hadn't even met Tobin but still. A doctor can't just keep himself detached like that from his patients, Tobin was a sentient being. Brad would have to meet everyone else properly.
"...and though our comrade steps forward into the valley of the shadow of death, his soul is not lost. He shall be with us evermore. It shall be our most solemn duty to carry forward his memory, in our hearts. To finish his unfinished business, and to pick up what he leaves behind. Our comrade -- our friend -- Daniel shall not be forgotten."
As she finished those words, the casket slowly moved forward towards the firing chamber. The anthem of the Federation filled the room as everyone stood at attention, saluting their former comrade as he made his way forwards, into the chamber. As the breech closed, Alenis lowered her arm, paused for a moment, and then signaled the crewman at the firing controls to launch the casket.
With a flash of light, the torpedo blasted forward, and Lieutenant (J.G.) Daniel Tobin left the Portland on his final journey.
Alenis stood silently at attention as the anthem wrapped up, allowing the assembled mourners a moment of reflection. With a lump in her throat, she managed to utter the word "dismissed."
As the remainder of the crew filed out, Alenis stepped forward to a small viewport and looked out at the stars. She could barely make out the faint glow of a torpedo arcing around the moon of Jeraddo. She stared at it as long as she could, before refocusing on the stars. "Vike, you're out there somewhere," she muttered. So much of Daniel's life was spent trying to atone for the things he had done while under Vike's influence; Alenis knew that his biggest regret would have been not finishing that work. "Vike, I don't know how, but I will make you pay for this, and pay for all the other people you've harmed over the years. I'll chase you round the stars, round the moons of Orion, and round the flames of perdition before I give you up." She felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Alenis, we should get to the reception," said Tim in a warm voice.
"Yes," replied Alenis, wiping a tear from her eye. "This isn't over."
"I know, Captain, I know."
Capt. Alenis Meru