Bridie waited till the end of her shift, and after she had spent an hour chewing out Jodder with a loud enough voice for most of engineering to hear. She wouldn’t abide by skipped safety protocols. The next one hurt from not using protective gear and proper precautions would have it permanently entered into their Fleet records. No warning, no second chances.

Back in her room, after changing, she settled at her comm and poked as much as she could. She couldn’t gleen anything more about the Doc. “Why are you so angry? And why won’t you help?” She shook her head and sat back, staring at his pic and his service record. Something was missing. And it was beyond her paygrade. Maybe Taggart could help.

Still wearing her casual attire, leggings and a loose tunic top that barely covered her stomach, she slipped her boots on and headed for the Captain’s quarters. She was grateful the computer didn’t list him in his office. She really didn’t want to make this ‘official’.

A few moments before 3rd rotation, Bridie palmed the Captain’s chime. They didn’t have dinner plans this evening, so she was biting her lip wondering if this was a bad idea. They had only had dinner twice. The second had been quick because of a situation he had to depart for. If he was watching movies with someone else… Well, he was the Captain, she’d simply smile, apologize and make an appointment to see him tomorrow.

Lt JG Brigette Marshall
Chief Engineer