Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

[Cptn Corizon 0]

It had been a long day and Felix settled into his bunk with a heavy sigh. Leave had been cut short way too early; didn't it always though?

 

The sandy-brown haired human sighed again and looked over to the mess of clothing, PADDs and bottles of bloodwine that decorated the floor of his and petty officer James Moroial's two person room. He was lucky his department head didn't get to upset about silly things like keeping cleanly rooms, other wise the two human males would be on constant PT duty.

 

Shifting his weight, he turned over on his side and glanced at the digital display on the dresser. Ugh. Even if he got to sleep now, he'd only have a few hours before the voice of the computer – could they not find something more pleasantly toned? -- started the wake up call. And then it would start all over again.

 

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

 

After leaving Deep Space Nine the maintenance crew had quickly gotten their assignments – which weren't too awful – but the week-long layover at Camelot Station had broken the routine so thoroughly that going back to it was almost unbearable. Especially on an older ship like Vergniaud that'd been through quite a bit in her long service.

 

You would have thought that the starbase engineers could have started the work on replacing the primary EPS handlers for eight junctions, but no... they'd been to busy. More likely, he suspected, the Chief'd pissed the Romulan CENG of Camelot off and she'd found fifty other things for her own people to work on.

 

He hurt all over. Crawling around in a JT for seven hours would do that you. He didn't even want to think about how swore he'd be tomorrow.