And Hey, The got the Reaent Back Too

[Sheng-ji 0]

Lt.(Jg.) Sheng-ji Marish

AENG | USS Reaent

SD 0411.03

 

>Begin<

 

Sheng-ji set quietly, and alone, in the forward lounge of the Hawking. He had opted to stay onboard as one of the skeleton crew that would be needed. It wasn’t that he disliked the Reaent but he had become—in some way—attached to the nostalgic old ship he now found himself on.

 

He watched the swirling nebula gas clouds out the window, where the now destroyed vessel had been. He wondered just exactly had been going on, but he knew that no immediate answer would be coming.

 

He then focused his eyes on the Reaent, relaxing his ears to either side he sighed. Over there he was just an assistant, an assistant still probably in the dog-house. But over here on the Hawking, he was more or less the second in command. An interesting feeling for a young pup that had never intended to even be on a starship.

 

Running his claws through his silvery hair he sighed yet again. He was thirsty and tired. The last few days had been emotionally and physically stressful. Right now he just wanted to relax. He ambled over to the small bar located to the side of the room facing the open windows, hoping to find anything worth drinking.

 

He opened the first door to find nothing. “Figures,” he mumbled to himself.

 

Then the second, finding a few empty, but clean glasses. He sat them on the counter then moved to the third and final cabinet door. He looked around it for a few seconds, until his eyes caught something—could it be—yes it was: an unopened bottle of Saurian Brandy that must have been left behind by the former crew.

 

A most pleasing surprise indeed. “Finally something on this mission has gone right for me,” he smiled happily, showing his fangs.

 

But just as he prepared to open it, he realized he was due back on duty any time—being liquored up on Saurian Brandy was a one way trip to the dog pound. Still, he had found something to take home with him as a souvenir.

 

Smirking, he grabbed the engineering bag he had brought with him, and placed the medium sized bottle in the bag and covered it with some various engineering tools.

 

As Sheng-ji zipped the bag and headed back to the main bridge of the Hawking, he smirked a bit—maybe this hadn’t been as big of waste of mission as he had thought it had been. And, hey, they got the Reaent back too.

 

>End Log<