 |
|||||||||
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|||||||||
"Renegade Deception" #54 - "Dear Suzy - part 1"-=(ON)=- [USS Pegasus, Deck 7, Room 32, Evans' and Floyd's quarters,half an hour after tinkering with pods] {...you are piloting a cargofreighter, on your starboard, a shuttlecraft is going to cross your flightpath, and from your high port, a military vessel is going to cross your flightpath 200 kilometers further, what do you do?} a computervoice asked Ronald "I increase speed, to pass in front of the shuttle, as commercial craft have precedence above private craft, and then I slow down to let the military vessel pass, as they have precedence over commercial craft..." Evans stated, rather sure of himself this time. {That is incorrect. As you were already aware that you would have to slow down for the military vessel, increasing your speed would be futile. You should have decreased speed, and signalled the shuttle to pass in front of you} the same computervoice answered "Ok, that's it, I give up... I'll never be a pilot..." Ronald sighed, "That or I'm just tired... Computer, end program" The computer only responded with a series of happy beeps, to acknowledge the command... Although Ronald was tired, he didn't feel like sleeping. Too much happened today. He even thought about visiting the counsellor. <Yeah, me, Ronald Evans, visiting a shrink... When the devil orders a pair of mittens by mail order...> It was far too late for that anyway. He had to find another way to alleviate the stress of today, so he picked up a PADD, and started writing... { Dear Suzy, How's things going where you are at? I hope things have gone better for you, than for me... I've had to deal with some really nice situations today, but I guess that's starfleet... It all started yesterday, as I landed on the starbase, to ship in to the Pegasus, as I told you. Within the space of 30 minutes, I managed to mistake our captain for a woman, litterally fall flat on my face in front of him and his daughter, and after that, insult his ship, twice... I think Lt Cmdr Labrie is pretty understanding, though, but I think I'm going to be very careful around him for a while... However, not as careful as I would be around that thunderstorm that is our executive officer, Kristiana Petrova... I am convinced beyond reasonable doubt, that I completely blew it with her... I was repairing a console, when she showed up behind me, asking what I was doing... Problem was, she was in civvies, and I had no idea who she was, so I thought she was a civillian in a restricted aerea, and told her to go back... I've had to indure some major asschewing from her then, including a note on my record, and I haven't missed some remarks from her afterward... Well, I can't say I really blame her, but sometime she has to understand that I couldn't have known... And then our warpcore failed... It was then I met the only person of this crew I didn't screw up with... She's called Kathleen Black, our main engineer. She's very nice, and she's pretty good, but I don't think she realises herself. Did you know she can actually hear if there's a problem with the warpcore? That's actually pretty amazing... I didn't hear any difference before or after we fixed the problem... Oh, and she's nuts, by the way, shooting things across cargobays with just the meagerest of warnings... I can't tell you too much about that, because I don't know what classification our mission has... You understand... Oh yeah, and they managed to bunk me in with our dear doctor, mister Russell D. Floyd... Our meeting is not something I would like to talk about with anyone... Well, at least he patched my arm up, after I got injured repairing the warpcore... He says, there won't be any scars, but I still need to see it, as it still hurts quite a bit. I guess he's alright though. I just wonder why at 45 years, he's still only an ensign... I guess the old cliché works quite well here: You don't need to be crazy to be part of this crew, but it helps... I'm sorry to dump all my misery on you like this, so I'll talk about some fun stuff now... You know that smart-car I was working on? I got the engine to run, finally... That li'l engine is just like a bumblebee, it actually isn't supposed to work, but it does... If you have the right programming in the central computer... Now all we need is the programming for the gearbox, the radio, the central locking mechanism, the windows, and anything else in that car that is even remotely connected to something that has to do with that little black box... I hope to be able to work on it again soon, as it's the one thing that really strengthened my bond with pops and I... I really miss him. I really hope to be able to meet you again soon, but then again, we just left port, so that might be a while... I do hope to hear from you soon, though... Yours always, Ronald } <Yeah, I think that did it...> Ronald thought, as he saved, addressed, and sent the letter to the outbox. The ship's computer would send it, when a subspace channel was opened, just like all the mail... Ronald put the PADD to the side, stretched a bit, and lied down on his bed. He was ready for some sleep now... ... Yeah... ... Sleep... ... ...zzzzz... -=(Off)=- You just read the private mail of Ensign Ronald Evans Chief ops officer USS Pegasus
|
|||||||||
 |
|||||||||