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Posted on Fri Dec 1st, 2017 @ 1:24am by Lieutenant Eric O'Shea



Voyage to Mutiny
Location: Engineering
Timeline: Day 3 02:40 hrs

Wandering through Engineering late, still in his dress uniform Eric checked some readouts randomly though in truth he was just thinking. He felt more at home than he had in the squadron bay, though in truth he’d started feeling at home there too. More and more he felt like a yo yo and it had him out of sorts.

He couldn’t get past feeling like a yo yo, bouncing from enlisted to officer. He found a support pylon near the warp core and used it as a back brace, seating himself out of the way of the nigh shift. The ebb and hum of the warp core was distracting and hypnotic: Eric shut his eyes and let it lull him some.

He could do with some lulling right now. The Commander had faith in him or he wouldn’t be where he was, but internally he was still trying to come to grips with everything that had happened over the recent months. The Livingstone was one thing. He still hadn’t heard anything from Kiska. Eric was starting to think that he wouldn’t either and he’d have to coe to grips with that.

At least that’s what the counselor had told him. He still wasn’t sure about the counseling, but it was keeping him out of hack and that was what mattered. Opening his eyes, Eric glanced around Engineering. He’d gone through all the crew files and began reviewing systems diagnostics. Everything seemed in order and to spec.

Eric hadn’t told anyone he planned on rewriting some of the specs and tolerances to hopefully push the Livingstone’s performance levels. He chuckled then. Maybe he should be doing that with himself. Worrying about his performance levels. A few more moments of contemplation went by as he listened to the core and bathed in the atmosphere of the the place. He heard conversation coming from behind him and he glanced around.

Three of the night shift were conversing at one of the work stations and Eric decided it was time to turn in. No use to make them uncomfortable by having him lurking about. There would be time enough for that as he made the rounds, checking on the work that had been done and the tickets that had been closed by his engineers and associated crew.

Pushing himself to his feet, he stretched and made his way back to his quarters, lost in thought as he ran through various procedural things he’d have to get ahead of before he let himself get lost in the actual engineering and projects he had in mind.

And all of that called for a clear head and rest, if he didn’t want to fall down the well again.


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