If I Could Turn Back Time
Location: Main Engineering
Statzia pulled a rag from the back of her waistband and wiped the blue-green sludge from the console's surface. It was hard to tell what it was--Borg blood? Assimilation tubule goop? Brains of whatever assimilated species had met the business end of a bat'leth?
Whatever it was, it was on half the consoles in Engineering. At this rate, she was going to need another towel. Maybe one of her first acts as Chief of Operations would be to requisition crew for a deep scrub of Engineering to get rid of the ick.
Tucking the sticky towel back into her waistband, Statzia looked over the panel. The tubules sticking out of the controls, and the gash in the panel weren't exactly promising.
"Oh lord Kahless! This stuff is gross!" K'Larn said wrinkling up her nose. Engineering was truly a mess after the fight. Consoles were damaged, bloody, Borg tubules sticking out of places, semi assimilated dead bodies still waiting to be gathered by the medical staff, and the Chief Operations officer helping with the cleanup here. "Lt. Liski, how is it you are in the middle of engineering? Not that I don't mind the extra help in this mess, but thank you in advance," she said laughing.
Statzia paused in her removal of the console interface to turn to the voice addressing her. "Well, if I wasn't here, I'd probably have to report to Sickbay, but they have more pressing needs than patching up a day-old scrape. Besides, when I left Sickbay, I might have handed the Counselor a grenade and told her to blow a hole in the bulkhead if the Borg got through again."
"A sensible enough plan, given the location of sickbay means the detonation would not threaten the structural integrity of the ship." Eilaea was methodically stacking the Borg corpses out of the way, then set down the last of them and wiped her hands on her pant legs. "Far better to perish than to become a slave to the hive mind. If you take many of them with you, even better."
Inwardly, Statzia had to admit that she'd never actually met a Romulan. Outwardly, she gave a smirk and a nod. She was, after all, talking to a Romulan and a Klingon. If anyone understood the value of a merciful death, it was them. "With any luck, word of that decision won't make it far up the chain of command. I'd prefer not to be in trouble before I actually report for duty."
Eilaea's eyebrow climbed perilously high up her forehead; trying to process that an officer might get in trouble for actions taken or recommended to defend ones ship or to protect ones fellow officers and crew from the Borg. "I was unaware common sense was penalized in the Federation service."
"Sometimes it does believe it or not" K'Larn said sadly.
Statzia wiped the Borg goo from her hands with a clean rag. "Captains are incredibly protective of their ship. Be careful that you don't put a scratch in the hull. You might find yourself sleeping in an airlock." A hint of a smirk played at the corner of her lips.
K'Larn shook her head, "Captains are not the only ones who are protective of their ships, so are their Chief Engineers. I for one almost blew a visiting officer out the airlock for calling my ship a garbage scow. The Orion is my lady and I have it in for these Borg creeps for messing her up like they did. The next ones we meet will die by these hands," she said, cleaning up the goo on the console.
Lieutenant K'Larn Yaserina
Chief Engineering Officer, USS Orion
Lieutenant JG Anastatzia Liski
Chief Operations Officer, USS Orion
Centurion Eilaea t'Keirianh
Operations Officer, USS Orion