Running Late

Posted on Tue Jul 8th, 2025 @ 3:42pm by Lieutenant Sheela Swiftpaws

305 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Let That Be Your Last
Location: Dreadnaught

Sheela wrinkled her muzzle as she moved through the vast ship's corridors. she had forgotten to use nearest turbolift and now had to walk to the next one farther down the corridor.

~~Whoever thought to put warp drives on a starbase and call it a ship oughta to be shot! ~~ she thought while scowling, glancing at her watch. ~~Another meeting missed. What is the crew gonna think of me? ~~ As she picked up her pace to a quicker paced walk.

She could us the intership transporter but that would mean an even longer walk. "Squek!" softly escape as her mood worsened, while weaving through a slower group of shipboard personnel, getting glares as she moved through them.

Spotting the signs for the turbolift and the crowd around it, waiting for their turn to use it to their destination. "Squeah!" Slowing down to join the line for the turbolift.

=^= "Second". =^= Using her department assigned frequency for the combadge.

=^= "El tee?" =^= Came the voice of her second in Flight Department.

=^= "Cancel meeting, and schedule it first thing in morning." =^= Sheela responded. =^= "Send my apologizes to the crew." =^= Killing the link as line ahead of her grew smaller.

"Iz should've gone fighter pilot," muttering to herself as she finally entered the turbolift. "Deck 3, Section 15." She moved to the wall of the lift, letting another squeeze into the turbolift.

She wondered how many of these lifts died enroute as she settled for the ride. She watched and listened to the various conversations going on around her.

At least she'll be fresh and more alert for the meeting, glancing down at the PADD she had in her hand. Notes and subjects she was planning on discussing with the crew. At least the bridge crews were already done. Now it was the extras, fill ins, reserves to get up to speed.

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