=Trent Rodgers' Apartment/Quarters=
=Starbase UNITY=
After another late meeting, Trent finally arrived at his quarters where
he was hoping to get a at least four hours of sleep. A lot of things were
on his mine. The war in general and, to me more specific, the ongoing
task force missions which, until Shane returned, he was overall
responsible for. He also had personal matters that crept into his head
from time to time, but fortunately, he had very little time to reflect
on his personal life.
What he wanted now was a little sleep, but as he laid in bed, he found
it difficult. He struggled to even relax.
Normally, in this case, he would down half a bottle of vodka, or some
other beverage of choice to relax. But, with his current role as acting
task force commanding officer, he had to hold off on the alcohol for
now.
He hopped up out of bed and walked over to the replicator. He thought
for a moment before he made his decision.
"Computer, a glass of warm milk."
There was no response/
"Computer, a glass of warm milk," Trent repeated.
[Please state the nature of your medical emergency]
Trent's eyes widened by the computer's response.
"What?" Trent muttered. "I want a warm glass of milk."
[Repeat your request]
"Damn it!"
Trent rubbed his eyes as he was getting a bit upset.
"I want a ... warm ... glass ... of ... milk," he said.
[The time is fourteen hundred hours and twenty two minutes]
"Oh, for crying ..." Trent yelled out. It wasn't even the correct time,
he reflected. "Milk! Warm! Glass! Now!"
[Would you like something to eat with that?]
"What the ... no, I would not like something to eat with that. All
I want is a warm glass of milk. That is all."
[How about some Denobulan eggs instead?]
"Oh, for ...!" Trent wanted to beat the hell out of the replicator, but
knew it wouldn' do any good. "Rodgers ... Captain Rodgers to engineering."
+TAP+ "Engineering, Lieutenant Jeffers here."
"Could you send someone to my quarters at your earliest possible
conveince. My replicator seems to be having a slight meltdown."
+TAP+ "I'll have someone to check it out shortly. Is there anything else I
can do for you?"
"No. Rodgers out."
Trent shook his head before he took a seat at his computer and started
reading over some reports. After a few minutes, the door chimed.
"Enter," he said.
The door opened and Trent looked up to see Rick standing there with a
wide grin.
"Replicator problems?" Rick said.
Trent sat up.
"Yeah, it's ... wait a minute ... why are you here? Shouldn't you be home or
something."
Rick took a couple of steps.
"Well, I ..."
"Oh, geez ... you did this, didn't you?" Trent asked as he remained seated.
"You somehow screwed up my replicator."
Rick shrugged, "Since you've been avoiding me for the past few days, I
thought this may be the only way we might have time to talk."
"Oh, for ... damn it, Ricky, I'm really not in the mood for this."
"At this time of night, neither am I. But, you not visit. You not seem to
want to have lunch with me. And when I try to get in contact with you,
your aide say you not available. So, this seem only way."
"I'm a busy man, Ricky. I ..."
"You're not that busy. Now, if you not want to talk, I leave and we may
have someone look at your replicator in ... a week or so."
Trent knew he could have made a direct call to the CEO and have it fixed
right away, but why bother. Besides, if his brother wanted to go though
all of this just to talk, then fine by him.
"Fine. Lets talk," Trent said.
Captain Trent Rodgers
XO, 1st TF, SSF Command
XO, SB 234: UNITY
and
Commander Rick Rodgers
Assistant Engineering Officer
Starbase UNITY
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