With the thoughts of the previous days heavy on her mind, from the murder of that poor Ensign, to the possibility of the saboteur being amongst her own, Andromeda was somewhat relieved to be working such a late shift. Few disturbances were found in these early hours of the morning, where most were asleep, and the only people up were hopelessly in love, mad or lonely. It was only her, the rumbling of the ship around her in its sonorous orchestra and the few other engineers dotting the perimeter of the bay.

Quietly, to herself, she hummed the melody of ‘Lean on Me,’ a song that had been stuck in her head, like a broken record, for the past several days. Without noticing much of it, she continued running scans on the warp core, for annual maintenance checks.

Andromeda Sentrya
Chief Engineer