Odd Man Out

Posted on Fri Jan 27, 2017 @ 9:40am by

285 words; about a 1 minute read

Alec sat on a couch in his darken quarters, he was holding a glass of rum in his hand, a half empty bottle resting on the nearby end table.
Normally cheerful (the doctor would say being an ass) and easy going he was decidedly not feeling either. He raised the glass to his lips and downed the amber liquid in one gulp, reaching for the bottle to refill it even as he reflected on the events of the past few days.

Rhea had been assimilated by the Borg and hadn't confided in him. Yes, he knew it was classified but damn! She could have told him trusted him. He would have kept her secret. Wasn't trust part of the Captain-First Officer relationship? Not to mention their relationship as lovers? Then there was Torres and his making changes to the command protocols after the revelation that Chief Summers was a Romulan spy and deliberately not telling him. It seemed to him that he wasn't being shown the respect he deserved as First Officer and that hurt a great deal.

He downed another glass and refilled, his mood getting more sour with each passing second. He seemed to be the odd man out. Not only was he not being told important facts. He was also no longer trusted to keep said secrets. Just good enough to sign off on reports and welcome new crew, nothing meaningful and nothing no ensign straight out of the Academy couldn't do. He sighed bitterly and continued his drinking, hoping to drown, wash away his anger and hurt but knowing that he was unlikely to be successful and that added to his dark, sour mood.


Cmdr Alec Hunter
Executive Officer
USS Victory

 

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