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Legolas · 09-21-2007, 01:11 PM

"Nevermind the asteroid," muttered Ricor, wishing he'd thought of this before. A bit of reprogramming would have kept him down in engineering with not a care in the universe. It made no sense in any case; unlike Hamilton - Sophian flu? Not a chance - he'd no insight into the other disciplines. It was a military mission, so put a sergeant in charge. Or a flyer at least. Engineers were there for support, to keep the eight or more decades old craft working well enough for others to benefit. Abraham meanwhile seemed to get away without trouble. Probably declared himself unfit.
And that was another cause for worry. There were statistics, of course, but to lose both the captain and his aide in just days smelled rotten. Might be the CMO, might be someone or something else, but he felt uneasy lining up for an acute case of void syndrome.

He barked a laugh. "All right then, he said, already identifying the first symptom: suicidal behaviour. But someone had to engage in damage control, and that was something he did understand.
"Comm-Liason, get Abraham and find out when the captain and COO can return to their posts. Senior Navigator, I need to know how far we are from the nearest Federation planet, the Wayfarer and that other place we were supplying."

He ambled over to the big chair, standing behind it rather than sitting down. He considered accessing the high level files with mission data, but soon changed his mind. Not something he wanted to make his business.

09-21-2007, 01:11 PM	#13
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 41 Posts: 5,459	Ricor Messman "Nevermind the asteroid," muttered Ricor, wishing he'd thought of this before. A bit of reprogramming would have kept him down in engineering with not a care in the universe. It made no sense in any case; unlike Hamilton - Sophian flu? Not a chance - he'd no insight into the other disciplines. It was a military mission, so put a sergeant in charge. Or a flyer at least. Engineers were there for support, to keep the eight or more decades old craft working well enough for others to benefit. Abraham meanwhile seemed to get away without trouble. Probably declared himself unfit. And that was another cause for worry. There were statistics, of course, but to lose both the captain and his aide in just days smelled rotten. Might be the CMO, might be someone or something else, but he felt uneasy lining up for an acute case of void syndrome. He barked a laugh. "All right then, he said, already identifying the first symptom: suicidal behaviour. But someone had to engage in damage control, and that was something he did understand. "Comm-Liason, get Abraham and find out when the captain and COO can return to their posts. Senior Navigator, I need to know how far we are from the nearest Federation planet, the Wayfarer and that other place we were supplying." He ambled over to the big chair, standing behind it rather than sitting down. He considered accessing the high level files with mission data, but soon changed his mind. Not something he wanted to make his business.