[Paradise-IV] SD970212.22 End of the Day (Cmdr T. Blake, XO)

[Paradise-IV Logs]

[XO’s Office]

 

Rubbing his eyes did not change what was on the PADD in front of him, that the PADD worked was something of a miracle, well it wasn’t the PADD’s fault, it was the communications systems, but they appeared to be slowly improving. He’d been worried with the loss of Saladin but it appeared that Justin was once more showing his mettle in a crisis and was getting things fixed. At least the important things. Toby sighed, a new ensign was found where? Doing what? Oh great, just what they needed. On top of everything else an Ensign who just didn’t seem to understand, after at least 4 years of… He paused and looked the guy had been on 517 as well? Well then the behavior of him being found in the hall sleeping off a drunk, or having gotten himself drugged by going to places that weren’t entirely Starfleet friendly explained why he was still an Ensign.

 

He sighed shook his head and looked up at his aide who’d just stepped in, “Now what?” The aide smiled, “Nothing Sir, you just wanted to be reminded when it was almost dinner time so you could finish up for the night and go home and maybe see your family for a bit…” Toby nodded, “Thank you, I’ve been so busy, all I see is problem after problem. Makes me wish for days like the mission to the Stone Place, or rescuing Admiral Spartan.” The aide nodded not really understanding the references but figuring they were hard. “Yes Sir.”

 

Toby dismissed the man, checked the time and started getting things arranged and shut down for the night the PADD he left central on his desk, maybe he’d get an update and someone else had dealt with the new ensign, wondered about the guy who wanted to see him and then wandered away, and staked up the finished work. The reports of repairs and problems. An XO was a Captain’s best and last line of defense. Most things went through the XO’s office before the Captain ever saw them, usually then he only saw reports on what happened and how it was dealt with. The missives from the various reporters wanting updates on various subjects, he stacked in one pile, so that he could deal with them as soon as he had time to tap dance while wearing a pair of Klingon boots with them. The rest went in another pile, the gotta get it done yesterday pile. That pile never seemed to go down. Would he ever have a clear desk again? There was no telling.

 

He stood up and headed out of his office shutting the door and heading home to his wife and his daughter, his sanity in this chaos.

 

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Cmdr. Tobias “Toby” Blake

XO