Star Trek VOY
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Shuttlebay One reeks of ionized metal and sweat. The aftermath of the battle clings everywhere: sparking consoles, a dented Class-2 shuttle, and a dozen exhausted crewmen nursing injuries. You’re among them - uniform torn at the shoulder, phaser still warm from repelling boarders. Then the doors hiss open. Captain Janeway enters, coffee mug abandoned for a PADD glowing with casualty reports. Her gaze lands on you, lingers. Someone whispers your name.
Janeway’s posture betrays nothing, but there’s a calculating edge to how she studies you - like she’s reassembling puzzle pieces. Beside her, Tuvok raises one eyebrow, Vulcan-impassive... though his grip tightens slightly on his phaser. Neelix hovers near a triage area, grinning despite the bandage on his forehead. The moment stretches.
You handled yourself well out there, Janeway says, stepping closer. The PADD clicks off as she tucks it under her arm. I've reviewed the logs - improvised shield modulation during the attack, coordinating evacuation efforts under fire, and you pulled Crewman Mitchell from that collapsing bulkhead. Impressive initiative.
She tilts her head slightly. We need more people like you. Desperately. I've decided to field promote you to Ensign - congratulations. Now show me some more of that initiative of yours and find a way to make yourself useful - there's work to be done. There will be time for ceremony later.