Posted by Ensign Quinn Dagget (Helmsman) in Side Sim - The Graveyard Shift
Quinn stared at the starfield as they journeyed through the late night. Everyone on helm had one or two graveyard shifts each week, and tonight was her lucky night. It kinda sucked. Why did someone even have to be up here? She supposed it was just in case they encountered an alien ship or something. After all, not everyone ran on Earth Greenwich time.

Quinn, Helm

The “graveyard” shift. A strange way to describe the shift where most crewmen were asleep. This was space. Day and night meant nothing. Ships had “day” and “night” for the benefit of their crew who were accustomed to the diurnal and nocturnal cycles. The shift was the same as any other, but his fellow comm officers often complained endlessly when it came up in their shift rotations. Kovan didn’t care what shift he got, his duty was the same regardless.

He fiddled with the controls of the comm station, listening for signals or noise. Kovan didn’t mind these “graveyard” shifts but he did mind when the people on shift with him attempted to fill the silence with vapid conversation. To talk for the sake of it because there was nothing else to do. of course, the moment he thought that the ensign to the side of him asked out loud, “Think we’ll ever encounter anything on one of these shifts?” To which Kovan audibly groaned in response.

Ensign ch’Sirhc (COMMO, ENGR)