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Burdens and Duties

Posted on Wed Oct 2nd, 2019 @ 2:09am by Captain Osegan Trenna & Lieutenant Commander Jonathan Batchelder

Mission: Brief Respite
Location: Main Engineering
Timeline: Mission Day 2 at 0830

It was strange walking through the corridors of the ship when so much of the crew wasn't on board. Normally at this time of the day, the corridors would be bustling with people. Instead, she'd made it from her quarters to Engineering having only seen three other people.

Entering the engine room, she realized that this might be the busiest place on the ship. Technicians were everywhere, including several pairs of legs sticking out from removed bulkhead panels and from under consoles. Crew were coming and going, most with engineering kits slung over their shoulder.

"Commander," she called, spotting Batchelder across the room.

Jon looked up from his console, and waved the Bajoran woman over to his station, before turning back around and continuing what he'd been doing.

"How goes the work?"

"Repairs are going smoothly so far, Captain," he responded. "I think we'll have most of the damage patched up by tomorrow morning, afternoon at the latest. I've been working on a few programs to get us a little better efficiency out of the nacelles. Other than that, well there's an old Terran adage about the same shit..."

"Tomorrow? Even the hull damage? You just might be a miracle worker, Commander."

"Nah," the man grunted. "I've lived too long to believe in miracles. I just know what's important to fix and what can wait until the next major refit. Most of the hull damage was...well I won't bullshit you, Captain, some of it was pretty bad. But the rest of it was actually fairly negligible. The cost of doing business out here, I presume."

He looked back up at Osegan, and asked, "May I ask, Captain: It's expected that I get the necessary work done to get the ship back at 100 percent working order, as the Engineer. What the hell are you doing wandering around the corridors? I'd have figured you'd have taken some much needed shoreleave."

"Oh, leave and I are trying to keep our distance from each other. I've gotten into too much trouble in the past," she admitted. "If you know what I mean." She looked around the room again; the technicians and engineers were all still tinkering, running diagnostics, and, in one case, pulling out a plasma torch.

“Fair enough,” the man replied with a grunt. “I’m pretty terrible at taking leave too. My home is my ship, and it’s where I’m the most comfortable.”

Looking back up at her, he continued, “And truth be told I don’t like most people. Anyway. Is there something I can help you with?”

"Notification letters," she said directly. "You were in command of the away team. A member of your team didn't survive. I'd like you to write a letter to Crewman Prozig's family."

“Shit,” the man intoned. “I honestly hadn’t even thought of that.”

He rubbed the back of his head for a moment before continuing, “Haven’t written one of those in a very long time. I’ll think of something appropriate. But outside of a war setting...it’ll be rough. Any advice would be welcome, ma’am.”

"Beyond the usual, try talking to her friends. They might have insight on her. Since you didn't really know her," she offered. "In the letter itself, its best not to focus on the details of how she died. Talk instead about how she helped rescue the Qlo'ka. That she was helping to free innocent people."

"Yeah, I got it," Jon replied through a heaving sigh. "It's hard not to take those shitheels to task, but I understand it's not what the family's going to want to hear." He paused for a moment, his eyes wide, and looked back at his Commanding Officer. "I don't know why I didn't think of this until just now, and I'm sure that the Medical Team would have taken care of it...but please Captain, for the love of the Saints, tell me Prozig wasn't joined."

"She wasn't." Trenna reached out a hand and placed it on the engineer's shoulder. "You'll do a fine job, Commander."

Jon was visibly relieved by the affirmation, and replied, "Then if you'll excuse me Captain, I have a letter to write."

She left in silence. As she put more distance between herself and the Chief Engineer, Trenna sighed, hoping she'd made the right decision.

 

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