Yesterday my Ambassador turned up at a local spacedock with no warning, so after a bit of navigational acrobatics I took my yacht out to pick him up for a few hour layover between hauling shipments. It was nice to see my old friend again, our connection chances are so few. After a few short moments of negotiation my pilot, Cmd Wilson and I, offered to tow Ens Richardson around the sector for a bit and then bring him back to the ship for the 'evening repast'.
He brought news of activity aboard the U.S.S. Nathan Hale that he'd gathered from his contacts there, and plans for a possible change of station for several people I've had the honor of knowing through the years, including the consideration of his own change of station which really wouldn't affect his position as my ambassador.
For hours he entertained my crew, those in attendance to the Admiral's Repast (including LTJG M.Falcone, LT Wilson, PO2 I.Wilson, Cmd J.Wilson, LtCmd Black, LTJG Hahn, PO3 I.Wilson, and LTJG C. Falcone) with stories of a younger more carefree time. Some quick discussions were held over the potential for promotions, and I'm in agreement with the lighthearted requests, a round of promotions may well be due. The earth pandemic put a lot of things on hold, including the ability to participate in away missions or holo-events; and the crew needs a decent shakeup. I'll have to have a discussion with my XO on this topic.
It was nice to be able to visit with the Ens., he was a sight for sore eyes after a very restricted year. In our discussions, he raised my hopes a bit while discussing the possibility of his changing his primary residence to someplace a few sectors closer, but it was nothing signed off on yet, so may not happen.
I'll have to remember to write this up in the next MCAR report, as there were plenty of crew together in one place to count it as an event - even if it wasn't official. I was loathe to return him to his own ship at the end of the visit, as they are too few too far between. Old friendships are something I've always cherished, and I've no older friendship than the one I revisit with Ens Richardson now and again; save perhaps the one I revisit with my XO every chance I get.
