08-24-2023, 10:42 PM
==Recall timeline==
Benjamin walked into Engineering, if not bleary-eyed then definitely worse for wear. The raktajino had helped, but he was ready for the next cup by the time he hit his office. The mound of paperwork had not, in fact, shrunk overnight. In fact, he noticed a few new padds on the outskirts of the devastation that was his desk. The message light on his console was also blinking at him. That's probably where I needed to start anyway, he thought.
After a new cup, he amended, and hit the replicator built into the wall first. The coffee was... bland, he noted. He wasn't sure if he'd just blown out his tastebuds with the unspoiled raktajino earlier - he wasn't even sure how the Klingons could tell if raktajino had gone bad or not, but that wasn't a question he wanted to find an answer for - or if the replicator just wasn't giving him what he'd really asked for, but it would do well enough for now.
Finally prepared to face the music, he sighed and sat at his console and started typing. He didn't want the staff hearing him dictate a message, after all. Assuming she wasn't already going to kill him, letting her become the topic of her own rumor mill would be enough to find him on the wrong side of an airlock.
[Cera, dinner tonight? You pick the place, I'll bring the wine. Need to apologize in person, and we need to talk.]
He sat there staring at the message. Even as he looked at it it felt bad, but he wasn't sure what else to do. They were both busy and important to the running of the ship, so trying to hash it out now seemed like a non-starter. A better solution would've been to just go to her as soon as he got back, but he hadn't been able to bring himself to do it then either. He was on the verge of just having done with it and finding her when another message flashed at the top of his screen.
A recall order. They were to launch as soon as all personnel were aboard, and all non-essential personnel disembarked.
He felt his heart sink. Not only did this mean that any free moments he could snatch had just been ripped away, but an order like that could only mean one thing: a combat mission. He cursed for a moment, out loud though he kept his voice low. Somehow, it didn't make him feel any better. He hit send on the message to Cera, lacking better options, and got up from his desk.
"Alright people, look alive," he called out as he came into the main part of engineering. "We've got a launch order coming down any time now; give me last minute diagnostics and get the warp drive up to speed. When the captain says go, I want us already gone." He stood at one of the two situation tables and watched as his team sprang into action.
A sigh escaped him; he wished Ori was still here. She'd been his strong right arm during times like this, and he was beginning to realize just how much he'd enjoyed having her there to back him up. He'd find a replacement, of course, but for now he felt the lack and it tugged at him. It felt like things were falling apart, and he was glad he had his work to focus on as a hand reached for where a flask would've been.
==Open tag==
Benjamin walked into Engineering, if not bleary-eyed then definitely worse for wear. The raktajino had helped, but he was ready for the next cup by the time he hit his office. The mound of paperwork had not, in fact, shrunk overnight. In fact, he noticed a few new padds on the outskirts of the devastation that was his desk. The message light on his console was also blinking at him. That's probably where I needed to start anyway, he thought.
After a new cup, he amended, and hit the replicator built into the wall first. The coffee was... bland, he noted. He wasn't sure if he'd just blown out his tastebuds with the unspoiled raktajino earlier - he wasn't even sure how the Klingons could tell if raktajino had gone bad or not, but that wasn't a question he wanted to find an answer for - or if the replicator just wasn't giving him what he'd really asked for, but it would do well enough for now.
Finally prepared to face the music, he sighed and sat at his console and started typing. He didn't want the staff hearing him dictate a message, after all. Assuming she wasn't already going to kill him, letting her become the topic of her own rumor mill would be enough to find him on the wrong side of an airlock.
[Cera, dinner tonight? You pick the place, I'll bring the wine. Need to apologize in person, and we need to talk.]
He sat there staring at the message. Even as he looked at it it felt bad, but he wasn't sure what else to do. They were both busy and important to the running of the ship, so trying to hash it out now seemed like a non-starter. A better solution would've been to just go to her as soon as he got back, but he hadn't been able to bring himself to do it then either. He was on the verge of just having done with it and finding her when another message flashed at the top of his screen.
A recall order. They were to launch as soon as all personnel were aboard, and all non-essential personnel disembarked.
He felt his heart sink. Not only did this mean that any free moments he could snatch had just been ripped away, but an order like that could only mean one thing: a combat mission. He cursed for a moment, out loud though he kept his voice low. Somehow, it didn't make him feel any better. He hit send on the message to Cera, lacking better options, and got up from his desk.
"Alright people, look alive," he called out as he came into the main part of engineering. "We've got a launch order coming down any time now; give me last minute diagnostics and get the warp drive up to speed. When the captain says go, I want us already gone." He stood at one of the two situation tables and watched as his team sprang into action.
A sigh escaped him; he wished Ori was still here. She'd been his strong right arm during times like this, and he was beginning to realize just how much he'd enjoyed having her there to back him up. He'd find a replacement, of course, but for now he felt the lack and it tugged at him. It felt like things were falling apart, and he was glad he had his work to focus on as a hand reached for where a flask would've been.
==Open tag==