JDL | VADM Archer, CMDR Archer - "Like Father like Son"

Posted on Sun Apr 5th, 2015 @ 8:50pm by Admiral Sean Archer & Commander James Archer

589 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: A Spot To Kill

The peaceful sound of water slapping against the hull of a ship. The creaking of rigging. The smell of the fresh salt air blowing in through an open porthole. The occassional sound of ships blowing their whistles and the distant voices of sailors shouting can be heard as the the 'Marina Diem' sailed South through the Straits of Messina. It was just about dawn and the sun was starting to peek over the Southwestern most mountains of Italy. Off to west, the city lights still burned brightly in the Sicilian town of Messina. This is the life of the two retired Starfleet Admirals Sean and Sabine Archer. The 'Marina Diem' is a PT-138s trimaran sailing yacht with a length of 138 feet and a beam of 46 feet. The Archers had to hired a small goup to sail her. Instead of settling down in an estate on some island or far off exotic planet somewhere, this is the life the Archers chose.

Sean snuggled up to his wife and watched her as she slept comfortably. Kissing her gently on her head, he slid himself quietly out of bed and made his way to the galley for a cup of coffee.

As Sean stepped into the galley he was greeted by the cook, "Bonjour, Admiral."

"Morning, Javier. What's for breakfast today," Sean asked as he poured himself a cup of Joe.

In a very sharp French accent, Javier replies, "Ahh, this morning I have made crepes de fraise, scrambled oeufs, and pomplemousse."

"Very nice as always, Javier. Thank you," Sean said with a smile as he headed out on deck.

"Merci, Admiral."

Topside, there was the hustle and bustle of the crew who were moving about securing the rigging and raising the genoa. As Sean watched the crew work, one of the attendants brought him a PADD, "Admiral, you have an incoming message. He says he's your son."

"Thank you," Sean acknowledge as he took the PADD. Tapping the transmit button, "JIMMY! How are you, Son?"

On the screen was the image of James. Tired, stressed, worried. James didn't let his guard down for very many people, and his father was one he often did. "Wish things could be better, Pops."

Seeing the distress of his son, Sean sits up, "What's on your mind, Kiddo?" Then something in James' background looked all to familiar, "James. Where are you?"

"You know I can't tell you that, but I will tell you that you've been here before. And Admiral Red and Commodore Ivanova request your presence at Cold Station Theta." James took a second before continuing, "How's mom?"

"Let them both know that I'll meet them there." Sean knew, without any further information, where James was and that worried the elder Archer. Eleven years ago, Sean and his entire fleet, had a really nasty run in with this race and here they are again. "She's doing great. Still asleep and she's starting to really enjoy the sailing life."

"I've got to get back to work. I have two very junior officers working for me and we both know how that goes." James said jokingly. "Give mom my love for me?"

"We've both had the JO Dumb, James. Just remember that," Sean schooled with a chuckle. "She'll be sad she missed your call, but I will give her your message. Love you son and be careful."

"I will, Pop and I love you too. James out."

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Vice Admiral Sean Archer (Ret.)

and

Commander James M. Archer
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS VINDICATOR, NCC 78213-E

 

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