Engineering - Day 12 - Open (No, really! Come talk to me!)
It wasn't something he would have been expecting to be able to say - not in only his second week as Chief of Engineering aboard the Fleet's flagship - but nevertheless, it had happened. Scotty was bored.
Or perhaps bored wasn't quite the right word. It was more that he found it galling to know that there was nothing he could to to aid in the current situation. He hated feeling useless - it left him restless and uncomfortable in his skin; desperate for something productive to do, yet unable to settle to any one task for longer than a few minutes. All day - ever since they lost contact with the first away team - he'd been flitting around the engineering decks like a hummingbird on speed.
He abandoned the compression coil he'd been distractedly working on and walked away from the workbench. It was no good: he was far too wired to try to settle to anything. He wandered over to the still and poured himself a glass of...whatever they'd produced this time. It was lurid orange, and tasted disconcertingly chemical with an undertone of metal. It also burned like hell.
He looked into his mug and sighed. Even drinking didn't appeal all that much at the moment.
Did he mention that he hates feeling useless?
Or perhaps bored wasn't quite the right word. It was more that he found it galling to know that there was nothing he could to to aid in the current situation. He hated feeling useless - it left him restless and uncomfortable in his skin; desperate for something productive to do, yet unable to settle to any one task for longer than a few minutes. All day - ever since they lost contact with the first away team - he'd been flitting around the engineering decks like a hummingbird on speed.
He abandoned the compression coil he'd been distractedly working on and walked away from the workbench. It was no good: he was far too wired to try to settle to anything. He wandered over to the still and poured himself a glass of...whatever they'd produced this time. It was lurid orange, and tasted disconcertingly chemical with an undertone of metal. It also burned like hell.
He looked into his mug and sighed. Even drinking didn't appeal all that much at the moment.
Did he mention that he hates feeling useless?