=/\= USS Charon – Sensor Pod – Probe Magazine Deck B =/\=
[Several hours after the intervention of the USS Quantum Fury and IRW Endless Sky in the Yy'a Nebula]
"Ahhh common it was here somewhere!" Thomas muttered as he continued to rummage around the remains of the makeshift barricade. The firefight that he had taken part in here had brought the probe launcher bay into an aesthetic that was more akin to the condition of the rest of the vessel, now under tow out of the Nebula.
Phaser and disruptor burns where everywhere, many panels had blown out as the relays and conduits behind hadn't responded well to the treatment both due to the firefight that had occurred in the room as well as the several encounters that had occurred in space proper.
To him it served as an inconvenient reminder to several of his recent failed obligations. But not to dwell he continued lifting up and looking under more panels and debris he finally become sick of looking for the item he was craving the conventional way, so he resorted to his tricorder and set it to locate trimethylxanthine.
The first positive emission emanated from underneath one of the blown panels, unfortunately upon overturning it was evident the coffee canister had taken a square hit from a disruptor shot, whatever had been left in it was evaporated by the blast, only the trace amounts of caffeine molecules remained for the tricorder to discover.
Moving the tricorder around another detection was made, this time a flask was located and beyond all hope was still sealed, whoever had drank last had been good enough to close the thermos flask up. With the replicators on deck and most likely the entire ship disabled, destroyed or a combination of both this discovery was like an oasis in a desert for him. Finding a cup still capable of holding an amount of liquid he filled it as he leaned back on one of the still intact panels, letting his feet slide out from under him he sat on the floor.
The Black liquid was only tepid but in his situation it served brilliantly. The whack to the head he had had suffered earlier had stopped bleeding several hours ago, plus patched up mere minutes ago by someone who insisted they had always wanted to be a field medic. The dermal regenerator had served its purpose; however he still had a terrible throbbing in his head, however his case was far from critical. The 20 minutes of away time he had made for himself would suffice. There was a lot to be done and he still needed to be awake for a time yet.
The last few hours were a blur, this break in activity allowed him to start replaying the events through his head, scene after scene. His day had started on the bridge his first bridge posting… or was that now technically yesterday? Then he was in the pod jury rigging probes, the Romulan invasion, his impromptu launch and the rescue by the Quantum Fury and Endless Sky and now here. For him he felt the crisis was now at a point where disaster still loomed however no longer looked like the probable outcome, decisions now allowed enough time to be even slightly rationalized rather than just done as well as able to begin dwelling on decisions made if someone wanted to take the time.
"Well I could do that." He responded vocally to his own internal line of thought before knocking back the last of the lukewarm beverage before deciding his time would be better spent repairing the impromptu alterations he had made to the science console before either someone actually needed it or worse yet someone from engineering or operations worked out he had been throwing Isolinear chips out of consoles.
Standing up hell pulled out the PADD he had been carrying checking off a few of the things he had done over the last hour and making notes on some additional tasks, the coffee had served its purpose this eighth or was it ninth wind would keep him floating for a few hours yet.
[End Log]
Ensign Thomas Clipper
Assistant Science Officer
USS Charon
