Dear Mom and Dad
Dear Mom and Dad,
Well, I’m sitting here in the Galvanna Starbase docking bay lounge, waiting for the arrival of the Expeditious. Should be here within the hour, so I figure I can fire off a quick message before I have to report in.
I’m sorry that you don’t approve of my transfer from the Utopia Planetia shipyards. I know you’re both going to worry about me far more than you need to, but I have to do this. I’m twenty-seven now, and it’s time for me to get out on my own. I need to see what Starfleet can teach me when I’m out from under your wings.
Don’t get me wrong – I love you both, and you’re wonderful parents. I just need to see what I can do on my own.
And, of course there’s Hannah. Putting a few light years between her and myself can only be seen as a good thing for all parties involved. Mom, I know you think she’s a nice girl, but believe me, you don’t know her like I do. And with any luck, you never will. Dad, fill Mom in on the incident with Chaplain Withers so she knows why I feel this way. To put it mildly, Hannah’s crazy and three years of being stationed with her (not to mention growing up with her before I went to the Academy) hasn’t given me any hope of seeing her mellow out.
Well, I see that the Expeditious has just dropped out of warp, so it’s time to wrap this up and fire it off. Take care back there. Be sure to say hi to Uncle Phil for me when he visits next week. I’ll get him a souvenir from the Expeditious once I’m settled in.
Your son,
Max
PS: Don’t worry – I’m perfectly safe out here. I’m going to be doing the same thing I did there – just on a moving superstructure. I know the proximity of the Romulan border has you a little nervous, but there hasn’t been much going on there lately. From what I’ve been told, the Romulans have been keeping to themselves since the end of the Dominion war. If I find out it’s different, I’ll let you know.
It’s going to be great meeting new people. I’ll be serving with the cream of the Starfleet crop, and I can hardly wait.
