Who: Aaron & Leon; tag Olivia Earth Date: April 5, 2382 Where: Engineering deck What: Meeting the minions; getting punished?! Rating: Colorful speech may breech PG-13 Status: In Progress
Aaron had been, practically, the first soul on the ship. Granted, during the last week, a few petty officers swept imaginary dust off the bridge over and over again and made sure the toilets were flushing well, but Aaron had been on the USS Odyssey since late March doing the real technical work, making sure that the warp drive was up to par, that the holodeck wasn't giving off wonky projections, that the reactor core wasn't leaking off a counterproductive amount of waste energy.
Almost a week and a half of hard work was nearly finished, he realized as he leaned back in his chair in the Engineering deck, haphazardly propping his feet on the dashboard. Even though the ship had been slowly populating with crew, Aaron had been so engrossed in his work that he'd hardly had the chance to meet his minions. Er, his engineering crew, rather.
Reaching forward, he gripped the can of ice cold beer with a firm hand that he saved for the occasion, leaving an ugly ring of water on the otherwise immaculate dashboard. Any one of the petty officers would be clawing their eyes out if they witnessed this sin. A popping of a tab and a bubbly fizz later, Aaron enjoyed the cool taste of Bud Vintage. It was a luxury that he could only get on Earth.
A voice suddenly sent him into alarm. "Gah!" The chief engineer jerked upright and indiscriminately tapped up instruction manuals, charts, and blueprints on his touchscreen, putting his can of beer aside, to make it seem as if he were deeply immersed in work. Turning his head, he was greeted by a fuzzy, rotund character with what looked like two cat ears and a tail.
"Oh." The guy didn't seem like somebody of authority. Damnit, he blinked hardly. He embarrassed himself. He forgot that he himself was the authority now. "May I help you?" he asked, with a suspiciously raised eyebrow.