Chapter IIa: Absolute Disaster

Moira stops in her tracks.

Well. Damn.

She suspected this may have happened. She deletes the program and heads outside the holodeck, waiting for security. She had a bad feeling that for once, being sober wasn't going to help her case.

Sonofa...First ah git the Commander's face burnt off. Then ah break the Darcy lass. Of all tha reasons ta get court-martialed, ah would'a thought ah'd have a blaze'a glory, not a dumpster fire..

She composes herself, centering herself on all her Spacefleet training. She removes the small vial from her hair - the one Scotch she actually has in space, from back home, and cracks the seal a millimeter, just to smell the Isles briefly before hiding it back in her locks. It's not the alcohol content that calms her nerves, but the reminder of her own pa.

When the security team arrives, she's sitting calmly in a tall chair, hands folded. She leaves her comm open to the medbay, to reach Zlam, and on the off chance the Commander is actually willing to listen. She also records the message, but only sends it to Darcy's datapad. Moira's screwed up this much already, right? And anyway, she suspects she'll need it for her pending court-martial.

Ah'm sure yer here because 'a the comm ta Lieutenant Commander Darcy. Ah realize now that it may'a come across as a dick move, an' ah apologize fer that. Ah'm sure there's at least a writeup in mah future, and ah'll own that. But please try ta understand where ah'm comin' from. Despite mah personal opinion of the Acting Captain's personality, ah've got nothin' but respect fer her position as a Spacefleet officer. Ah thought ah rose through the ranks fast, an' she did it faster than me, in tha shadow of her own pa. Much more impressive, if yeh ask me. Ah've seen sides of her today that have challenged mah prejudice against her, but also that concern me about her own well-bein'. Her crew is a bunch 'a idiots. Yours truly tha worst of 'em. We're locked in high-stress combat with a hostile race. Ah don't want ta see her lose a career that her pa will be proud of, just because tha guns come out. In mah case, mah pa is a centerin' force fer me. Ah was hopin' hers would be, as well. Ah can see ah was wrong, and ah apologize. But there's a sentient race out there, hostile just cuz' they're scared. An' Dr. Zlam's got mah prototype for somethin' that we might all be able ta agree on. Ah'd really rather not be taken in until this blows over. But yeh don't see before yeh an insubordinate she-wolf. Just a stupid engineer tryin' ta protect her team.

Shit! Kendal thinks to herself, as she maintains the comm with the bridge.

She is going to stay patched into the bridge, and she will try to also intercept sensor readings to understand the situation that the Potential is in.

Moira does a slight double-take.

Just mah quarters? Oh. That's nice. Gentlemen, thank yeh fer not addin' any stress ta tha commander and first officer.

She complies simply enough. Once she's in her room, she flops face-down on her bed. After making a noise like a dying whale into her pillow, she comms the medbay.

Oi, Doctor. Ah screwed up. Darcy grounded me, which! Ah deserve. But is mah synth-skin workin'??? Ah have a bad feeling about these negotiations. They need ta see tha schematics pronto. Better still if they can see tha prototype. Please, Marbo. Send tha schematics out ta tha crew. Heck! Hit tha Antarctica if yeh can. Hurry!

She sighs and blasts this though her speakers. Then she throws her mattress up, Murphy-bed style, and looks upon the soft glow of her mostly-legal whiskey collection.

All right, Moira. Best make tha most of it.

"Engineer Bruce. Zlam. I will send the schematics to everyone i can." Marbo begins to essentially spam-bot as many of the local network contacts as he can, limiting himself to addresses listed as medical officers, engineers, and the like on any Space-fleet vessels.


The email follows marbos speaking protocol, including his awkward interactions with people he is unfamiliar with, which would look something like this. [User. Zlam. I am a doctor, you can trust me. Here are some schematics. Download them and share them with your friends aboard the ship.