"Something More"

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GARNOOPY

Chief Engineering Officer

USS Manticore, NCC-5852

Stardate 50601.29

 

“SOMETHING MORE”

 

I sat down in a conferrable chair in my quarters, wondering what the hell I was going to do next. Here I was, Chief Engineer, onboard the most technically advanced starship in the fleet, and I was fighting with another Chief. Not just squabbling, as could reasonably be explained away by interdepartmental differences of opinions, but literally hand to hand combat.

 

Christie Farron was a complete mystery. Where on earth she gets off acting the way she does, as if her department is the most important onboard the ship. Purposely and willfully going out of her way to ###### me off. There has to be an explanation, what I ever did to her I don’t know. As far as I can remember, there has never been a good reason for the differences of opinions.

 

Perhaps it was all some subconscious mumbo jumbo as a psychologist would say, or as Counselor Roget would put it, perhaps we’re just life enemies. Is that possible? Most people have a life partner; can you have a life enemy? Is Christie my life enemy?

 

If so, why do I have this nagging feeling inside that there is something more there than someone I want to disembowel with my bare hands? Perhaps I’m ignoring my inner feelings due to the overload of work onboard. Is there something more to the currently established battle ongoing with Christie?

 

The thought that I’m going crazy is passing through my head, something more with Farron? Never. I must be insane. Someone needs to remind me to jump off a cliff the next time we come across one. I’ve already fought with her verbally a dozen times and physically twice, coming out of both instances needing medical treatment. That kind of repertoire was in no way showing that there was anything more than pure hatred between us two.

 

What happens next I’m not sure. Captain Sovak already gave us a verbal beating and a reprimand on our permanent records. That kind of stain doesn’t bode well if you want to continue moving up the ranks. How are we supposed to get along without killing each other? I wondered if it was possible that we could work together peacefully, then dismissed the idea. It’d never happen.

 

For now, I need to figure out how the heck I’m supposed to live on the same ship with that woman.