What a PERFECT time to have a headache...

[Javin_Prell 0]

log by Lt. Javin Prell, Chief Engineer

 

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"Ow."

 

Javin rubbed his temples, wishing everything would just shut up. An electric shock from an old, dilapadated system, plus the pain in his stomped-on right hand, plus blarring klaxons and bright red lights were NOT working out for him. Javin was not a complainer in the least, but anyone in his predicament would be complaining.

 

He tried to stay focused on the pool table, listening in on the bridge and the other Engineering bays through an earpiece to keep the blarring noises out of his head. Those damn klaxons just would not turn off except by the bridge since the last time the ship had returned from MVAM.

 

Tapping at a console, he modfied the screens to show conoid areas of sight from each of the phaser banks and torpedo bays. He didn't see the enemy ship attacking any longer, but it didn't help to play it safe. As the bridge debated how best to bring the away team home, Javin occupied himself by doing menial tasks, though ones that required his attention, anything to forget about the hand pain or the headache, lest he make it worse. Whatever Dr. Levy had given him, it just was not working.

 

Wincing at a sudden stub of pain, Javin squinted and looked around Main Engineering in the limited conoid view the headache afforded him.

 

"What a PERFECT time to have a headache..."

 

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Edited February 27, 2006 by Javin_Prell