No Rest for the Wicked

Posted on 31 Mar 2022 @ 3:04pm by Lieutenant Aria Rice

415 words; about a 2 minute read

Computer, personal log, Aria Rice.

Dear Computer...

No, scratch that.

Dear ship.

Girl, you and me gotta talk. We got to talk about how desperate I am in need for sleep. How do you cope, being always on, always around, always cope?

Oh yes, Ship, your brain is a beautiful computer. Contained within a beautiful body that is maintained with love, adoration and elbow grease.

I, however, am only human. Meaning that five days of sleeping for a couple of hours between shifts and the buttload of other tasks I got to do, is near on impossible. Plus the exercise in the morning, because it deserves a special mention. It's not like I didn't do it before, I'm in Security! I spend hours a day training!

Oh, and everything else. A list too long for me really to go through, because I am the Chief so I am across everything on every shift that touches my team and department. It means I am reading a lot of reports.

The new Captain loves reports. But I am serious not sure she reads them, or just because it is the Paperwork Starfleet sees when we eventually collapse.

My brain is too full, I find myself taking longer doing tasks that used to be quick five days ago.

And I am rambling.

My body...let's not go there. Trust me, I am not being maintained with love, adoration...although elbow grease seems to happen whenever I am showering because that is the only time I can close my eyes and have my head empty.

I don't know how long I can do this. This pace. We are in transit, yet I feel as if I am doing a few away teams a day mentally.

And the tension! Ship, you must feel it too, your little ants crawling and muttering. You must feel how tense everyone is, the balance thrown off. The shifts in command.

Problem is, I think it will only get worse. But there's no one I can share this with except you. I think this will end up breaking a lot of us, no matter what. So be strong for us. Fly true. Keep us safe.

Keep us sane.

Or keep us alive if you can and if not, make it quick for us.

I better go on shift. I'll talk to you later, when I am sitting alone in the security office. But for now...

Take care, my beautiful ship.

Computer, end log.

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