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Crewman Kent

He is Their Only Hope

When the power went out, Crewman Kent was in the middle of recalibrating the plasma injector assembly. He cursed as the turbulence knocked him to the floor. With one ear pressed against the deck plating, he heard the hiss of the emergency hydraulic release that shunted the supercharged plasma through conduits that led directly to the warp nacelles, bypassing the warp coils and instead venting into space. So much for warp drive any time soon.

 

He sat up, rubbing the bump beginning to form on his head. Other people in engineering were likewise recovering from the momentary disorientation, but soon there was a flurry of shouts, questions, accusations, and general idiocy. Lt. Lane called for calm and order, but most people ignored her. Kent's face retained its semi-permanent scowl--not that anyone could see in this lighting--and he glared in the direction he supposed Lane to be. She was an adequate engineer, he supposed, but she wasn't the sort of leader required in a crisis situation.

 

No, with Lt. Cdr. Tr'Lorin and Cdr. Admiran both away, it was clear the job would have to fall to the next most capable engineer: him. True, he was only an enlisted crewman, but in a crisis, rank seldom mattered. Skills mattered. If anyone was going to save the day, it would be Crewman Kent. And he would glare at anyone who got in his way.

 

This was it. After all those years of people ruining the perfect symmetry of his EPS harmonic distributions, of people talking about him only to stop abruptly when he walked by, of people asking him for things (what was he, someone's lackey to be ordered about?!) . . . finally, it was his time. His moment.

 

Time to be a hero.

 

Had he been paying more attention, Crewman Kent might have heard something more than emergency releases and confused queries. His keen hearing would have detected a shrill, almost elated chittering sound followed by the scrape of claws against metal. These noises were brief, however, and they passed before Kent could pick them out of the din. Thus, he, like the rest of Excalibur's crew, remained in the dark.

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