Subject: Called back in
Posted on: 2023-05-14 18:33:50 UTC

“Farah!” Captain Rauhan called when she walked into the corridor Farah had already been going down. “I was just looking for you - we need you down on the ramp to load up the late shipment that just got here.”-

“But Aunt,” Farah protested, “I was just there! I worked a full shift!”

“But nothing - we’ve got an undock time to make and the schedule’s packed, so we either load everything up or leave stuff behind. And with how much we’re getting paid for that order …”

“It’s not our fault though! Those cans were late!”

Rauhan signed. “Still our problem.”

“Well, but … I’ve gotten sore and I just ate and —“

Rauhan, who’d been slowly working down the corridor during this conversation, put an arm around Farah. “Yeah, I know. It sucks. Gods know I don’t want to be going out there to help load either — or to stick Rren with working out the course and the balance checks, with how the dust field around here is —“

“Wait, you’re coming too?”

“Yeah. This is one of those times where we’ve got to push through. We’re not a big ship here, we don’t have a lot of people around to pick up extra work when we get slammed by this crap. Not enough people, not enough time.” Rauhan signed. “That’s just how it gets.”

“So, what, I’m just getting pulled in without much of a break?”

“Hate to do it to you, but I don’t have any better ideas. You got anything, Farah?”

Farah thought about that. Aunt — Captain Rauhan had a point. All that stuff did need to be loaded in, and she’d seen the docking schedule — half the universe wanted in and out of Urtur today, as far as she could tell.

She shook her head. “No, no I don’t. I guess I’ll just …” She started to turn around, towards where the Ascension had docked with station.

“Just because you have to do it,” her aunt added, “doesn’t mean you can’t be unhappy about it. I’d send that factory manager and that extremely efficient fellow from customs to their own hell if I could … but I’m sure they’d find a way to get lost on the way there.”

Farah broke out in laughter. She hadn’t been expecting that sentiment right after the ‘listen, kid, suck it up’ speech she’d just gotten. “They would! And they’d somehow end up with paperwork for heaven at the end of it!”

Captain Rauhan chuckled. “That they would.

“I’ll find a way to slow down once we’re out of here,” she added. “Get everyone a break. For now, let’s get back to work.”

“Yeah … let’s,” Farah said. “I’ll do what I can.”


Farah jumped up and turned off the console alarm. “We just got back,” she complained at the machine, “we’ve barely had time to eat and …” She’d actually took in the header of the report. “What, really? How? Picard wouldn’t — even if —“

She stood up and sighed. “Not enough time, not enough people.”

“Hm?” Kkukttak asked, turning to her.

“Oh, something Aunt Rauhan used to say when we’d get sucked into overtime.” Farah said. “We’re up for another mission.”

“The Flower-princes have quite high expectations,” Kkukttak said, gathering his things. From what Farah had learn of him, this was as close as he’d get to unleashing a rant about those gods-dammed Flowers anywhere he thought they might hear him. Insubordination was quite dangerous on a kid ship, after all, unless you could back it up … which the two of them definitely couldn’t.

“They really do,” Farah said. “At least it’s Star Trek, so with that replicator program we got DoSAT to help us out with, you should be fine on food.”

Kkukttak nodded. “So,” he said, looking at the portal.

“So.” Farah replied, calling up their entry into the fic.

No matter what universe you were in, some things never changed. Needing to call people back in was one of them.

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