Break Time!

Posted on Thu Sep 21st, 2017 @ 4:00pm by Ensign Andrew Gervais

Mission: https://wellington.pegasusfleet.site/index.php/sim/missions/id/3
Location: Crew Lounge
Timeline: June 15, 2399 @ 11:22

Gervais eventually did leave his quarters and head for the lounge just to relax. It was also a good opportunity to catch up on some of the latest gossip. And he certainly had a source for that.

Paul Copeland saw Gervais enter the lounge. The two of them had been to the Academy together and come through at the same time. They both ended up on this transfer. A typically unusual arrangement, but it's also rare for Ensigns to so eagerly run tens of thousands of light years from home for their first assignment. Both had been excited by the prospect and chose to sign up together after their cadet cruise.

"Get back to work, Gervais." Copeland said in a playful tone.

"That's 'get back to work, sir' to you." Gervais said with a laugh. "You want to go deal with the damn Marine XO?"

"He still mad about the one shuttle crapping out?" Copeland asked.

"More or less." Gervais replied. The shuttle had been used in the last mission as a boarding tool for the mission that Bowman sent to teach their antagonists a lesson about messing with Federation power. It backfired, but there were minor malfunctions due to some faulty couplings.

"How is that your fault that we got shit parts?" Copeland asked. "A friend in Engineering says they're seeing blown out relays at least once a day. They're waiting for a minor system failure at this point."

"Maybe someone should complain to that Commodore on board." Gervais said.

"I'm sure Commander Meru's on it. You know, assuming Bowman lets the engineering team even take a shit without prior authorization." Copeland said. "Jules was just on her break and was telling me that our esteemed First Officer absolutely crapped on Lieutenant Martin."

"On Jess?" Andrew asked. "For what?"

"Taking advice from a junior officer who also happens to be the assistant Chief Engineer." Copeland said.

"Fuck sakes." Gervais replied. "That's dumb. I know you aren't supposed to shit talk a superior officer but I can't stand her. She just sucks the energy out of every room she walks into."

"We're in the lounge, Andrew. You can say what you want." Copeland said.

"Yeah, that's fair." he replied. "So... ready to get impaled by angry Klingons?"

"What are you talking about?" Gervais asked.

"Sounds like we're on our way to talk the Klingons down from attacking the Dala.... Whatever they're called." Copeland replied.

"Dalacari? Serious? Why would you attack the Dalacari? They're like... the friendliest, nicest race of people out there." Gervais said. "Kind of a rarity in a part of space where everyone wants to kill you or harvest your body parts" he added. "Almost like Space Canadians."

Copeland laughed. "I'll make sure I tell Ensign Miller that when I see him next. Space Canadians, hmm?"

"I swear to god they'll say sorry if they trip over you." Gervais said. "I met a Dalacari merchant at New Earth once. Bought a couple shirts off him."

"Wait... those really... revealing ones you keep wearing off duty?" Copeland asked.

"Hey.. Never hurts to get noticed." Gervais said. "If you've got it, flaunt it." he said with a laugh as the power dimmed a bit.

"The hell?" Copeland asked.

"Aww shit, this ship better not be falling apart" Gervais said, finishing his coffee. "Back to work?"

"Yeah... I think so." Copeland replied. "See you after shift."