(( Elysium – Main Lounge, Deck 6 – USS Artemis-A ))
Bergmen: WoW… ::pause:: That sounds much more interesting than my alternate reality, I must say. I would… ::pause:: If I had not enlisted, I would have ended up being something boring—a doctor, a counselor, a lawyer, or something like that. My parents always wanted me to be something that mattered, at least in their eyes. ::pause:: As for my career in Starfleet? Let’s just say they are not fond of my life choices... ::pause, shrugging shoulders:: But give them twenty or thirty years, and they will at least recognize that what we do is important, I hope.
The lieutenant glanced at his PADD and the chronometer, which was relentlessly shortening the time they had left to just... be.
His eyes turned back to Imril.
Bergmen: We still have some time. ::smiles::
Imril: Good. Forgive me if I don't stretch this coffee break out two or three decades. ::laugh:: We both have too much work to do today.
Ollie leaned back in his chair and let out a chuckle. He lifted his index finger, but then almost immediately he lowered it again back down.
Bergmen: ::suppressing chuckle:: Ok, ok… ::nods:: Fair. What would you want to know, Imril?
Imril looked down to their cup briefly, but didn't sip. There was already a kind of energy they could feel building up inside them that had nothing to do with caffeine.
Imril: When will I start feeling like I’m doing enough?
Bergmen: response
Imril: You’re not the first person to call me a workaholic. And to be honest I don't mind it. It fits. But there was this officer I met back on Risa, and she didn’t outright call me that but she did say things close to it. She temporarily confiscated most of my padds and itineraries and the other things I was carrying around that day. And I let her, because she outtranked me. And because she wasn’t wrong. I’d overloaded my schedule that day. And for a while, I slowed down. But now I’m right back where I was when she met me. Filling up on things to do.
On the rare occasions when they’d actually beamed over to the Deep Space 224 during this refit, they’d done it with a padd full of as much to do and see as possible in the time they'd geven themselves away from the rebuild.
Bergmen: response
Imril: It’s not that I don't trust my fellow crewfolk to do their share of the work. I do. One of the best parts of the job is getting to see another engineer do something that’s never occurred to me before. Learning from them. It’s just that I don't like not doing anything.
Bergmen: response
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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12