The Maker Works in Mysterious Ways

[Sheng-ji 0]

Lt.(Jg.) Sheng-ji Marish

AENG | USS Reaent

SD 0501.29

 

>Begin<

 

Something it seemed was always happening around this vessel. And for some reason, Sheng-Ji just couldn’t stay clear of it. Sure they’d managed to avoid near death—yet again and avert a war with the Romulan Empire. But now he was claw deep into an investigation of possible sabotage.

 

He was an engineer, not a detective. In fact he wasn’t even an explorer. Everyone else it seemed on this ship was ready to encounter the unknown, but Sheng-ji was rather content with dealing with what he knew about—which didn’t include intergalactic strife or sabotage.

 

As he and Graham made their way to Security, Sheng-ji could only sigh internally. Why he had ever left Utopia Planetia for one of these fleet jobs was compeletly beyond him. Oh sure, they made it look all nice on the brochure: “Come see the Galaxy in Style,” or “Do your duty for the Federation,” or “Be all that You Can be in Starfleet.”

 

He’d roll over and play fetch if they’d change it to: “Come Blow up your Captain,” or “Be Shot at by Hostile Aliens,” or “Be Blown Up by your own crew!”

 

It was a good thing his hair was already silvery-gray, because it if it weren’t, by the time he left the Reaent—he’d have plenty of gray hairs.

 

The worst thing was, he wasn’t even doing what he’d spent 1/3 of his life training to do. Oh sure he’d taken the basic engineering classes, learning how to reroute a fault plasma inducer, or change a light bulb in a science lab. But that wasn’t why he’d entered Starfleet—no he’d trained to build and design weapons systems. Of course, that was just what he’d been doing a few hours ago…and he saw how that turned out.

 

“Oh great maker,” he thought to himself. “Give me patience to see you will.”

 

More than ever in his life, he felt himself questioning the will of the maker. Which of course only made things worse. The humans had a phrase…”the lord works in mysterious ways.” Perhaps the same was true with his god. Perhaps the maker worked in mysterious ways, and all of this strife was testing him fro some other, greater purpose. Only he knew for sure.

 

>End Log<