Dropping his tool belt in the middle of his desk and rubbing his hands over his face, Nash yawned and looked at the daily schedule that was showing on the screen of his workstation in his office in Main Engineering. Next up, a check-in with his new Engineer, a Bajoran who had arrived recently.

Nash grunted as he removed the stub of the cigar from the pocket of his tunic and stuck it between his teeth, then moved to the replicator. “Coffee, double shot, no sugar,” and once the drink had appeared in front of him, picked it up and sat in the large comfortable looking chair behind his desk. Hopefully, this Bajoran wasn’t as much trouble as the one that was already on the ship. The Intelligence Officer Devon Rand was a good Officer but a pain in his rear end.

Hitting the button on his desk that opened the doors to his Office, Nash looked out and watched the goings on in his Engineering department a moment while he waited for the new Engineer to arrive, then sat back and nursed the coffee in one hand, the cigar stub in the other.

Lt Cmdr Nash, CE