2nd. Lt., Jacen Xaivis “Zen & The Art Of Simulant Maintenance”
Jacen Xaivis
“Zen & The Art Of Simulant Maintenance”
((Interior: USS Benjamin Russell, Docked Aboard The USS Octavia E. Butler))
Sleep was not something that came easily to Jacen Xaivis. It was not, generally, something that came at all. It had been a struggle to start with but he had come to view it more as a meditative state and his arrangements reflected that.
He sat cross legged on the floor of the runabout that were his overnight quarters while the remaining refugees were being attended to and processed the thoughts of the day.
It had been an interesting one.
He’d certainly not expected his arrival to go smoothly but he’d also not expected to be met by a Cardassian officer and then thrown into helping triage and treat – as well as resist punching – a group of refuges…and one refugee in particular.
He’d felt useful – he still had a lot to deal with but it was nice to be involved right from the start. He’d not been able to catch up with Helena yet but she'd have made herself useful and was probably already squared away on the marine deck.
He counted off the names in his mind:
Toz
Karen Stendhal
Michelle Winters
Lia Rouiancet
These four officers would determine his fate…but that was in his hands…and that was to come…for now. It was time to recharge and prepare for the day ahead.
He slowly closed his eyes and entered a state not unlike sleep...
TBC
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2nd Lt. Jacen V. Xaivis
SFMC Officer