UFP Deep Space 14 Space Station
5 - Transposition – Mixing of Moods
by Lieutenant Commander Nigel Goodman
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Archie stared out out at the unfamiliar stellar pattern from the transparent aluminum windows of his office. He had concluded, very quickly, that they deviated little at all those in the cabin that he and Willow shared.
The longer that the station was trapped in this dimension, the more it was getting to him. And he really couldn't put his finger on why. Spirits knew that he, along with several of the others, had been on SB 120 when it went on its little dimensional side trip. At this point the Aborigine was beginning to believe that he and others out to be getting frequent dimension light years, considering that it had happened not once but twice.
Goodman turned his attention back to the problems at hand. Making supplies stretch as long as possible, dealing with their new, and hopefully temporary, neighbors. Keeping the stations morale up.
That last one was most ironic, he thought. Keeping morale up. Especially considering the concerns he was experiencing at the same time. However, at least it gave him a set of tools to apply to the problem and see if it worked.
Archie turned toward the oil painting in his office. “Red Centre”. A beautiful landscape of his Terran home. He wanted to live to see it again, not just for him though. He and Willow were expecting their first child. And he wanted to introduce him or her to the Outback, Urulu, and the Sisters.
And the current situation was wearing on him, but he couldn't admit it. Not without feeling selfish. It wasn't that he didn't expect that everyone else was feeling the same thing, but he felt that he had to set an example.
You led by example. Both among his people, and in Starfleet.
Fatigue. It wasn't just a material thing, dealing with the station and parts. It was an intangible mood, radiating throughout the station like the Ghost of Christmas Present. And it was something that was going to be have to be dealt with.
Even winning over their new neighbors, and succeeding in dealing with the prospective invaders wouldn't be enough. This was an alien land, and had to be approached as such. Willow had to succeed in waking Elmer up.
Archie wouldn't tell her that directly. He loved her too much to put that pressure on her. He just hoped that she didn't think that his recent lack of sleep was due to that.
It wasn't. Not at all.. It was just that he felt so ...detached ...from the Spirits. It was odd. On SB 120 he had never felt disconnected to them. He did here. In a sense it was almost like the phantom limbs that amputees said that they remembered. Just out of reach.
That was his problem, and possibly the core of his solution. Finding some way to bridge that gap.
The XO shook off his momentary melancholy, and turned back to the labors at hand.
by Lieutenant Commander Nigel Goodman
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| Title | Mixing of Moods | |
| Mission | 5 - Transposition | |
| Author(s) | Lieutenant Commander Nigel Goodman | |
| Posted | Mon Mar 08, 2010 @ 4:33pm | |
| Location | Deep Space 14-XO's office | |
| Timeline | Slip plus 10 Days |
The longer that the station was trapped in this dimension, the more it was getting to him. And he really couldn't put his finger on why. Spirits knew that he, along with several of the others, had been on SB 120 when it went on its little dimensional side trip. At this point the Aborigine was beginning to believe that he and others out to be getting frequent dimension light years, considering that it had happened not once but twice.
Goodman turned his attention back to the problems at hand. Making supplies stretch as long as possible, dealing with their new, and hopefully temporary, neighbors. Keeping the stations morale up.
That last one was most ironic, he thought. Keeping morale up. Especially considering the concerns he was experiencing at the same time. However, at least it gave him a set of tools to apply to the problem and see if it worked.
Archie turned toward the oil painting in his office. “Red Centre”. A beautiful landscape of his Terran home. He wanted to live to see it again, not just for him though. He and Willow were expecting their first child. And he wanted to introduce him or her to the Outback, Urulu, and the Sisters.
And the current situation was wearing on him, but he couldn't admit it. Not without feeling selfish. It wasn't that he didn't expect that everyone else was feeling the same thing, but he felt that he had to set an example.
You led by example. Both among his people, and in Starfleet.
Fatigue. It wasn't just a material thing, dealing with the station and parts. It was an intangible mood, radiating throughout the station like the Ghost of Christmas Present. And it was something that was going to be have to be dealt with.
Even winning over their new neighbors, and succeeding in dealing with the prospective invaders wouldn't be enough. This was an alien land, and had to be approached as such. Willow had to succeed in waking Elmer up.
Archie wouldn't tell her that directly. He loved her too much to put that pressure on her. He just hoped that she didn't think that his recent lack of sleep was due to that.
It wasn't. Not at all.. It was just that he felt so ...detached ...from the Spirits. It was odd. On SB 120 he had never felt disconnected to them. He did here. In a sense it was almost like the phantom limbs that amputees said that they remembered. Just out of reach.
That was his problem, and possibly the core of his solution. Finding some way to bridge that gap.
The XO shook off his momentary melancholy, and turned back to the labors at hand.