Posted on Wed Jun 20th, 2018 @ 5:02am by Lieutenant JG Jackson Lewis
Edited on on Sat Jun 23rd, 2018 @ 5:20pm
Mission 1: Unscheduled Madness
Location: Deck 8 Quarters
Timeline: Day 7: 1600 Hours
Jackson laid on his bed, tossing a small green rubber ball up at the ceiling and catching it. Not much else to do when you’re a pilot with a busted ship. So far he hadn’t heard much progress on the engines and the Rommies were probably fit to be tied. His mind drifted to one of the species who lives aboard. She was definitely cute but in that wake up with a dagger in your throat kinda way. All things being equal he’d stay clear of that for the time being.
His extended downtime was making him feel a little stir crazy. It wasn’t as if he’d had enough extracurricular options on the ship, but his love was being behind the controls of a ship and even a holodeck couldn’t really give you that vibe or adrenaline. So he waited and waited. And the longer he did the more the idea of the upcoming family wedding began to creep into his mind. She was making a horrible decision and she deserved better than his alcoholic asshole of a brother. Someone should at least tell her that, if she didn’t know it already.
Quickly he stood and went to his communications desk and typed out everything on his mind, ending it with a simple ‘I know we haven’t talked in a long time but you need to know what you’re signing up for. Hope you reconsider.’ He read the message on the screen about four times. Nothing needed editing, nothing was too far over the line when balanced against the truth. He stood and walked half way across the room letting out a slow breath. It wasn’t his business and it wasn’t his life either. He’d made sure of that when he ran off and joined the circus as his father referred to it as.
His father. He could imagine a drunken smirk behind a half glass of whatever was handy.
He turned on a dime and went back to the console, hitting the send button. It was done. And the quiet returned. He felt he had a weight off his shoulders but that didn’t help the present problem. Might as well work out again he mumbled to himself. Grabbing a duffle he headed down the hall. Maybe by the time he was done he’d get word to report to the bridge.
Lieutenant Junior Grade Jackson Lewis
Chief Flight Control Officer, USS Orion