SD241903.31 - Duty Log - CO - "Rerouting Power"

Posted on Tue Mar 31st, 2020 @ 5:01pm by Brigadier General Jonathan Grey

400 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: The Sincerest Form of Flattery
Location: Versailles
Timeline: Current

=^= Main Operations =^=

A crowd of people were gathered around a pair of double-doors. Waiting with bated breath, hands clenched, feet fidgeted, and eyes stared in hopeful anticipation.

Along the side of this crowd, a thick cable ran along the floor. It led into the room, and then off to the side, where it clustered with a number of other cables affixed to various consoles and panels. Following these cables down a side passage, they then headed up, and fed in through a circular hole.

inside, the cables went down, and through some pried-open panels on the inside. Here, they connected to the micro-core used to power the CO's office, which (being separate from the primary power grid) had remained unaffected by the sabotage efforts of the Romulan Mimic Agents some days earlier.

Back in Main Operations, the anticipation was reaching a fever pitch. Ears pricked as a gentle humming noise grew louder and louder, matched only by the collective noises of the eager mob.

Eventually, the humming stopped.

The doors opened.

The crowd went wild.

"Yes!"

"Ha HA!"

"We're going home!"

"Alright, alright!" boomed the General, fighting to control his own joyful smile. "We're powering the turbolifts between here and the staff quarters for the next hour, repeating every eight hours. Pack up your stuff and get ready to rotate out as your replacements arrive. Get some rest, you've earned it!"

"Yes sir!" shouted half the crowd, the rest too distracted by their celebrations. Some had already rushed off to grab their bed rolls, having slept here for the last few days. Others tried to finish up some work, and one particularly focused soul had to be gently led away from a flickering console by compassionate hands.

"Don't worry sir." said Lieutenant Rogers, giving the General a reassuring nod. "I'll make sure they got the message."

Nodding back, the General watched the exhausted crowd shaking hands with their replacements, and wondered where he'd sleep. His bed was on its side, along with the rest of his office. The design had it built into the floor, for quick storage, so it couldn't be moved without cutting through...hmm.

With one hand, Grey reached for the phaser in his side-holster, and tapped a button. It trilled at him, a rapid series of four beeps, indicating a full charge.

The General smiled.


=^= End of Log =^=

Brigadier General Jonathan Grey
Commanding Officer
Starbase Versailles

 

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