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Posted on Tue Aug 29th, 2017 @ 12:09pm by Lieutenant Jonathan Westbrook

Mission: Livingstone Navigates the Great River


Location: Ten Forward

Jonathan sat at his table in ten forward and rubbed his eyes. He opened them and looked out the window at the monstrous Ferengi space station they were docked at. In all of his travels, he had never seen a space station as big as the one here in the Lappa system. It was both impressive, as he could appreciate the amount of science and hard work that must have gone into building it, and intimidating. It could easily swallow the Livingstone, and he could imagine the Ferengi selling it for scrap metal to the highest bidder for profit.

He put his data pad down and grabbed his glass of root beer. He felt like he had been sitting here forever, pouring over the data they had collected from their scans of the Ferengi ship. In reality, it had been an hour and a half. He sipped the remnants of his drink, and thought about going home. He probably would go home very soon, as morning would come, and he wanted to be fresh for his time on the bridge tomorrow morning. The commander had a scheduled meeting with Grand liquidator Travak, and he wanted to know how it went and what was said.

What else did he have to go over? His fingers danced across the pad. He had run a diagnostic on the plasma field and he made several recommendations that would improve the energy matrix inside of it. He made a note to pass on his recommendations to the commander. If the commander made the call to go through with them, it was something they could do when they were back in federation space, at one of their own space stations.

He had also been so busy running things in the science department, and with bridge duty, that he forgot he was supposed to go down to sickbay for a medical checkup. There wan’t anything wrong, but usually when one was posted to a new ship, he went to the doctor for a routine physical, just to make sure.

“A necessary evil.” he thought to himself.

He had been injured a few times on away missions, and once when he was spiked playing baseball at the academy, but generally, he had been fortunate that he had not suffered from any serious injuries. He had been in quite a few sticky situations, and he marveled at the fact that he had never been seriously injured, or killed. Once, he had moved away from an open access panel at a science station that was malfunctioning aboard the USS Billings. Three seconds after leaving it, it exploded in a shower of sparks. Had he still been standing in front of it, it likely would have caused severe burns to his face, and maybe even killed him. He made another not to go see the doctor in sickbay when he had some time to spare from work.

He took one final look at the gigantic Ferengi space station through the window in ten forward and decided it was time for bed. He stood up and pushed his chair in. He threaded his way through the busy tables and out the door. As they closed behind him, he thought about how nice it would be to crawl into bed with his faithful dog and get some much needed rest. Tomorrow would be a brand new day, and he looked forward to solving the mysteries of the Ferengi ship.


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