Personal Log - CEO - Lt Cmdr Rhodes

Posted on 241403.30 @ 11:33am by Acting Captain Mark Rhodes

Mission: Where no man has gone before.

=*=Chief Engineer's Office=*=

After a long day of checks and rechecks everything was finally falling into place. If the ship hadn't tore itself apart by now best he figured it was a sound ship. He decided that tonight when his shift ended he was going to take his first night off. Since he had come aboard even when he was off duty he was still on call. Longest stretch of sleep he had gotten thus far was 4 hours, on the couch in his office.

Finishing out his shift he closed his terminals and exited his office. Main Engineering was quiet at this hour as most people were off duty, the transition to the night shift happened and some of the patience crew were getting to work on typical day to day stuff.

He exited walked through the archway out of Main Engineering and crossed the corridor and into his quarters. The Quartermaster and Carpenters had reported to Mark that his quarters were complete but he had not had the chance to get out of Main Engineering and check them out.

Mark entered his quarters and stopped in the door to look around. His quarters were spacious for being built in a purposed storage bay. There was a living room which had a couch and a love seat, there was a small open entry way behind the living room that lead to a dinning room that sat 4 comfortably. There was a door off to the right of the living room that lead to Mark's bedroom and a door off to the left that lead to his bathroom.

There was a foot locker with Mark's personal effects on the floor in the middle of his living room. He decided he would unpack later. But for right now he was going to have a nice dinner and unwind. Walking into the dinning room he spoke aloud: "Computer, music, Frank Sinatra, volume 30%." The computer complied and started playing Blue Skies lightly filling his quarters with sound.

Walking over to his replicator Mark spoke again: "Steak, New York Strip, Medium. Garlic mashed potatoes and steamed green beans. Glass of Bourbon." A few seconds later his dinner appeared on the replicator. He moved the plate and glass over to the dinner table and sat down.

He took a bite of his steak and was amazed that you couldn't tell the difference between the real thing and replicated meat. Back on Jupiter Station the replicators were old and worn out and you learned quickly the things you found palatable.

He took a sip of his Bourbon and instantly spit it out, it tasted like utter garbage. There were some things you couldn't replicate and Bourbon was apparently one of them. He knew it was synthohol and was suppose to taste the same, but he could tell the difference.

Unhappy with the replicators interpretation of Bourbon Mark stood up and placed the glass on the recycler. As he walked into the living room he called to his replicator: "one snifter glass, empty."

Opening the foot locker he rummaged around for a moment then pulled out a bottle of real, down home, Bulleit Bourbon Frontier Whiskey. Walking back into the dining room he picked up his glass and sat back down at his meal. Uncorking the bottle Mark poured himself a small glass. He took a sip and knew it was the real stuff.

As Frank Sinatra played in the background, Mark finished his dinner and his small glass of libation and decided to get a tight 8 hours sleep. He showered and crawled into his bed for the first time. For as hard has he had been working, Mark enjoyed a delightful night off.

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Lieutenant Commander Mark Rhodes
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Enterprise, NCC-1701-F