Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Commander Deanna Troi (Part One)
Guest Poster: Deanna Troi
As I am have Commander status as well as a Counselor, I'm required to do shifts in the Captain's Chair in the graveyard shift, that is when most of the crew are in bed.
I love it as well! giggle!
It's my chance to order a few minions around while the Cappy is sleeping, or doing whatever he is doing. I know that on the few occasions I've had to alert the Cappy to an emergency he needs to handle, Beverly Crusher is in a bad mood the next morning.
Aren't I a naughty Commander? giggle!
Well, yes, I know what you're thinking. She must miss Riker when sitting there. Well, I suppose you're right. It's fun to cuddle up to his whiskers, but the thrill of being in charge of the Enterprise for a few hours is more exciting than a Chocolate Galaxy Sundae...but only just!
While it's true you can't tecnically have night and day on a starship, we try to give the impression days are passing. The corridor lights dim at night, and most people go off shift except those whose turn it is to work at night.
02:00 is the fun time here in the Enterprise. It's when a lot of crew leave the person they are not supposed to be with and go back to the one they are officially with. I've seen it on the monitors. People are bumping into each other, trying to hide their faces. Of course, I've more than once myself, but don't tell anyone. Promise? Cross your fingers? All right then, we'll go on.
With me tonight are T'Pol and Ensign Britney. These pair insist on always being together, even when night shift duty comes around.
I must admit that my commanding skills are pushed to the limit with those two around. They insist on larking around, singing the latest songs in the Galaxy Top Ten. Britney will get some chewing gum and put it under Riker's chair. He'll get a surprise in the morning!
That said, I'm very envious, and would love to join in the fun, but I've a starship to run.
"Ladies!" I say valiently, "Behave yourselves!"
As I say this, a heap of popcorn falls on my head that T'Pol has thrown at Britney.
"Nearly got you there, Brit!" yells out T'Pol.
"I'll get you first, sistah!" screams Britney.
I am both about to send them to the brig when the Red Alert goes off.
"We are under attack!" Ro Laren declares, who is at the Com, "A missile is on it's way!"
Brritney, T'Pol and I all scream.
To be continued...