A Drink and the Rumour Mill
Episode 6: War Crimes
Location: Starbase 72
Timeline: MD135, 1930 hours
Minerva sat at the bar on the Starbase waiting for Eza, the Science Officer had become a good friend in their time knowing each other, and it was nice to start having some friends aboard the ship. With the loss of the Ulysses there was a lot of overlap and everyone was a bit tense with the prospect of being transferred to another assignment. Command had yet to make it know what the plan was for the crew of the two ships that were now basically crammed into one. There had been a few rumours, Lieutenant Yole the Ops officer was apparently being courted by more than one Captain and well as a research position at Daystrom.
"Hey Min," Eza said smiling as he approached the table.
She handed him the old fashioned she already had waiting for him. "Hey Eza."
He took a long drink from the glass and settled into the chair. "Any news?"
"No, you?" She replied.
"Nope, heard some scuttlebutt that T'Prynn the biologist might be up for it, but I also heard she wasn't really interested. She generally likes to be able to focus on her work and avoid the administrative crap." Eza replied, "You're likely safe though."
She smirked, "Well I was posted to the Nogura, and as an Ensign it's not like I'm in the running for the Chief billet."
"Hey now, you've got four years under your belt, there's a lot of CFCOs with less." He replied, then realized how it may have sounded.
She laughed it off. "Yes, four years and still an Ensign and still just an FCO. So help me if I hit five years before I get my first halo I'm going to be a bit chocked." It was true CFCOs were typically among the lower ranked members of the senior staff, a rather small department with limited admin crap as Eza called it meant fresh Ensigns were sometimes even posted to the roll, granted not on Sovereigns. I honestly wouldn't even want it if they did offer, but I wouldn't be mad at AFCO, get me out of some of those night shifts. Don't count yourself out, I heard you made quite the impression on Drayton on the Ulysses especially with the slipstream stuff. You've probably got as good a chance as anyone at getting the Chief role, and even with the combined crew Science isn't as remotely overstaffed as some departments."
He took another sip of his drink, he'd heard a few rumours he might be in the running, but acknowledging it felt like he would jinx it. "Fleet can overrule him, they might want someone far more experience and bring someone in."
"Unlikely, the Nogura is pretty much a battleship, science isn't likely a major focus for her assignments." Minerva replied.
"Great so I'll be in charge but board out of mind except when someone is trying to kill us, great pep talk." He replied with a smirk.
"It's Starfleet someone is always trying to kill us. It's on page two of the handbook." She joked back.
He downed the rest of his drink and stood. "Come on, I'm starving let's find somewhere to get something to eat. We'll worry about if we have jobs tomorrow."