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Up the Creek with a Paddie - TAG: CNS

Posted Nov. 14, 2021, 4:05 a.m. by Lieutenant Miranda Martel (Chief Engineer) (Sam Haynes)

The thrum of the Asimov’s engines could be felt through her boots even as she walked. Every nerve seemed to vibrate and her stomach knotted and rolled around at the knowledge they drew one step closer in their mission. Reaching for one of the panels in engineering, her right hand shook just a little. She turned to NE Hammer. “AHmmer, I need to step out for a few. Hold down the fort.”

“Aye, ma’am.”

That was five minutes ago. Standing outside the door labeled “COUNSELOR” in some ways it was worse. She didn’t know this person. But she needed to talk to somebody before things went crazy. Even if it was just to vent. New ship, new crew. If she couldn’t talk to someone from neurosciences, who could she talk to? Her vision turned watery for just a moment and her throat knotted up at that thought. She was entirely alone out here. That was the life, of course. And making friends was part of the gig, and she was good at it. But at that moment, the floor was slipping out from under her. No stability.

Reaching out, she took a shaky breath and hit the button, sending a signal to whoever was inside. She had no idea how long it would be. If someone was in session it could be a while. What if they were? Could she stay there that long?

Lt Martel, CE


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