Post of the Month
Well, it's that time again! Doesn't time just fly by? In one of my more desirable jobs on the fleet, it brings me great pleasure to announce this month's Post of the Month:
Lance stared at a console, trying to remember how he'd gotten into this mess. He'd been at Starfleet for, what, a month? A month and a half?
The virus caused a few deaths, yes. Just because he fixed it, with help, he takes the place of one of those lives?
I'm supposed to fill in for a dead lieutenant. I don't even get the pips. It's like I'm just an Ensign+. And the other ensigns used to do what I ask as if I was normal. Now they snap to attention as if I could get them fired.
Could I get them fired? I don't know. All I do know is that all my friendships have been converted into respect. And respect isn't good for much without friends to show it off to. And I have no friends here.
Every time I tell a joke, every time I make a remark, they laugh, pat me on the back, and it's back to respect. Snap to attention, smile for your superiors, laugh at their jokes because you do NOT want to be the one guy an officer doesn't like on layoffs day.
God damn respect. It's like being sealed into a vault - you're rich, but you can't eat money. You're respected, but you can't stay sane on hero worship.
Maybe it would've been better if I'd let everyone die...
Krol wasn't happy. He'd lost all his friends, gained a few followers out of the junior ensigns, and he now had enough respect to choke a goddamn whale.
And now he was losing at chess, to a computer.
What a day.
I certainly chuckled to myself when I read this and I am sure you will all agree it is a very enjoyable and well-written post by Acting Lieutenant Krol, in what is his
second Post of the Month. I hope you will all congratulate him on his efforts and remember to get your nominations in for next month.