The Strife of Internal Monologues

Posted on Sun Dec 7th, 2014 @ 2:45pm by

367 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Mission 87 - Disaster
Location: USS Ark Royal, Deck 10, Section 3-C
Timeline: 5 minutes after Engineering Issues

After the meeting with LT JG Solomon and LT Quan, Jack wandered back to engineering writhing with an internal monologue.” So, as well as being team leader to the squad, I’ve now got to be a warp specialist reporting to an equal? Well why, what's wrong with Quan? He’s earned his rank for a reason, why’s he taken orders from a one-and-a-half? And there’s a full captain on the bridge of this thing, so why is Coleman commanding? It doesn’t make sense. Not that I’m complaining, I’ve heard Coleman’s very talented and good at his job. If he doesn’t get us killed, that's good enough for me”.

Wandering past the holodeck and the bio-labs, he started thinking of their designated stations for their travel. “So I would be at Transport, Dye at Warp, Travers and Watson at Damage Control, while Truman and Walsh run around like mad men. Yeah, sounds about right. But I’ve still got to fit in training for all this new gear. When can that happen for Christ’s sake?”

He got to his cabin and sat on the sofa. He looked out the window at the blurry stars whizzing past. The ship was at Warp, 7 probably, reasoned jack, as he commanded the computer to play some music: Earth 21st Century, and get some food on the go, maybe something from Volva VI. He ordered a Volvarian Sundae and Snythahol and sat down and chewed.

His music taste was disputed, even at the academy all those years ago, his classmates would listen to the latest pieces by the Warp Hostesses and Drianna Huxley, and there he was listening to stuff that was 300 years old. Even his instructors thought fit to comment on one of his papers, remarking on the strange music that was emitting from those ear defenders he insisted wearing.

But that was in the past, this was now; 4 ships screaming towards death and suffering in an effort to prevent it. He looked at the PADD he acquired from Solomon, got the time from it, and then made his way to the bedroom, where he promptly collapsed onto it and was instantly asleep.

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