By Avery Breaux
80207.03
After Taking Command
-=Engineering, Alchemy=-
80207.03
After Taking Command
-=Engineering, Alchemy=-
Avery Breaux couldn't let it go.Halfway through a sleep cycle, he left his bed, grabbed a sonic shower, dressed, and taking his tool case, headed to the Alchemy.
Once there, he made his way to the level 3 Engineering Department. He entered and took up residency at the free-standing console that stood at the base of the warp core. An hour later, after countless theories and calculations he'd made no progress at getting the torpedoes to fire despite the cloak-like, trans-phasic shielding mechanism.
Sleeves rolled up, he left his case at the console and bounded up the stairwell to a wall console located behind the core. Forty five minutes later, and no closer to victory, he headed down the other stairwell and stopped at the replicator.
A break was in order. "Coffee, two creams," he asked of the machinery that would cooperate with him.
He sat on the stairwell, sipped and allowed his mind to drift.
Soon his thoughts traveled to his connection with the San Francisco-based Barbary Coast Traders, and the all too muddy history with them. He knew he would have to get word to Captain Nolan of the Erasmus, but doing it without attracting attention would be the issue. He certainly wouldn't be able to head Earthward and take care of whatever issue had arisen. But, it would need to be addressed.
Breaux loved to have contingency plans. He was assured he wouldn't need one for Barbary Coast, and now this.
He finished his coffee and stared into the bottom of the Starfleet regulation cup. Suddenly he felt exhausted and knew that he had to avail himself of some more sleep before plunging into this newly developed crisis. He rose, took the decoupler from the top of the console and tapped the side of the keyboard twice. "Not my bird anyway," he said aloud.
He packed his case carefully and refilled his cup-the coffee wouldn't stave off sleep. Heading back to his quarters, he was half a corridor away when he realized how he would convey his message, hopefully without being detected.
He moved briskly to Sickbay. He would stop off there before returning to his quarters.
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In Sickbay the skeleton late cycle crew was occupied with their chart work on the far end of the facility. He went without notice. *Timing is everything,* he thought to himself.
He quickly sat at a desk top comm and activated a channel to the Erasmus, specifying Captain Angela Nolan as the recepient. He quickly entered his text, looking over his shoulder every few moments, checking on the dutifully working medical crew.
MEDICAL EXAM SENT IN. SETTLING IN FINE. YOU WERE RIGHT. I THINK OFTEN OF OUR TIME ON THE COAST. GIVE MY BEST TO SAM AND THE OTHERS.
He purposely neglected any identifying signature, knowing that if questioned, the document would appear innocuous enough, and probably would escape any scrutiny. A final tap and the message was traveling through space. A final look over his shoulder and Breaux exited Sickbay.
"Just damn it," he said empahtically as he headed down the corridor to what he hoped was sleep followed by a good breakfast before his duty shift.
Lt SG Avery Breaux
Engineering Officer
USS Serendipity NCC-2012
Engineering Officer
USS Serendipity NCC-2012