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Surprise, Surprise

Posted on Thu Sep 24, 2020 @ 4:11am by Lieutenant Niobe Barton

Mission: Episode 1: The Milk Run
Location: Lounge
Timeline: Mission Day 2 at 1800

“And Teh, if those impulse manifolds aren’t purged by tomorrow morning, I’m going to find myself a new Beta shift lead,” Niobe said, as she walked around the corner. “And I’m serious this time.”

“You aren’t,” responded the Saurian. “Besides, no one else can stand you and Theo isn’t ready for that kind of responsibility yet. You told me you wanted it done and I’ll get it done. Good evening Barton.”

Niobe was both annoyed and proud that he cut off the channel like that. Teh and his people were good, almost as good as those on Alpha shift. She had no doubt that her request would be completed but it never hurt to remind them of such things. She pulled out her PADD and checked it, no messages from the engineering corps about the project she and Theo were working on and no work orders either. Two days into the journey and things finally seemed to be running like they were supposed too. 

At least for now. She was on her way to her quarters when she decided to take a small detour. She hadn’t spent much time in the lounge as of late and seeing as how she had nothing else to do, she might as well check it out. She heard the bartender, a young Bajoran, was a brilliant mixologist.
The lounge was moderately busy, although there were still plenty of open tables. She took two steps in when her stomach dropped out from underneath her. Sitting next to the large windows was him. The man that she never wanted to see again. The man that she was convinced was the worse possible human being in the entirety of the cosmos.

She gritted her teeth and marched right over to him. By the time that he saw her coming it was too late. 
“What in the hell are you doing here?” she demanded.

Walker Grey looked up from his PADD and rolled his eyes. “Well, I was reading before I was rudely interrupted.”

“You know that’s not what I mean!” Niobe snapped. She gestured around them. “I mean what are you doing here, on my ship?”

“I’m sure that Commander Faulkner would say it was his ship,” Walker replied. “But, aside from that I’m familiarizing myself with the crew and the senior staff.”

“I thought you left Starfleet?” 

“I left you, I never had any intention of leaving Starfleet.”

“Let’s get one thing clear,” Niobe replied, stabbing a finger in his direction. “I was the one that broke up with you.”

“Two weeks before the wedding.”

Niobe resisted the urge to scream at the top of her lungs. “Really, what are you doing here? You were supposed to transfer to the public affairs department.”

“And I did,” Walker said, with a smile. “Given how young the crew on the Omaha is, command thought that they might benefit from… a certain perspective that public affairs has. Also, I’m one of the few engineers…”

“Former engineers,” Niobe corrected.

“Former engineers,” Walker continued. “That has been around for the refit of two Ambassador class ships. Feel free to pull me into staff meetings if you want.”

“I’d rather kiss a Klingon,” Niobe growled. “Please tell me that your assignment is only temporary.”

“Sure, as long as the ship is on a mission I am here temporarily.”

Niobe moaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Someone kill me now.”

“I wouldn’t recommend it,” Walker said, as he pushed back from the table. “Bad optics and all that. Plus, I’d really hate having to write up my first action report on the insane engineer that tossed herself out an airlock or something.”

“I can assure you, I’d pick something less painful.”

“It’s good to see you again,” Walker said, as he slipped past her. “Don’t be a stranger now.”

Niobe watched him go and then slumped down in the chair. She was going to kill him. Maybe she could get one of her minions to do it… I mean that stuff happens right?



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