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captainmycaptainIt took the better part of a few hours before Enjolras was finally able to drop the ship to Yellow Alert, and a handful more before he could be convinced to take the time to rest. The barrage of log updates and status reports began to slow to a more manageable crawl, and he caught himself staring at the same lines of text without seeing them on more than one occasion before finally turning to the next highest ranking member of his bridge crew.
Combeferre? No, he was still down in Engineering. Enjolras scanned the bridge, absentmindedly seeking out faces he knew were not there before shaking his head of its fuzziness.
"Commence Emergency Shift Rotation Schedule Alpha." Then, grabbing the nearest Ensign by the elbow and steadying his gaze upon the other's. "Pontmercy, you have the conn."
By the time Enjolras had returned to his quarters and replicated himself a cup of tea, it took spilling half of the sugar packet upon the table before realizing that his hands were shaking violently. The expression on his face was unreadable, halfway between curious and perplexed; he took yet another beat to slowly set the sugar down at last.
Clenching his fists would not quell them, just as closing his eyes did not make it any easier to breathe. The silence was deafening, and the sound of rushing thoughts sought to overwhelm him; they were thoughts of nothing and everything all at once, and there was no calm to this storm. Questions, theories, suspicions -- as captain, Enjolras would be expected to be aware of all of them, and to be prepared in the case that any such concept decided to claim this last masterpiece as their own.
But first, a plan of action.
He reached for his PADD and halfheartedly brushed some of the sugar aside before setting the device before him and flicking through the status logs for the umpteenth time.
His cup of tea sat patiently nearby, waiting for him to breathe again.
Combeferre? No, he was still down in Engineering. Enjolras scanned the bridge, absentmindedly seeking out faces he knew were not there before shaking his head of its fuzziness.
"Commence Emergency Shift Rotation Schedule Alpha." Then, grabbing the nearest Ensign by the elbow and steadying his gaze upon the other's. "Pontmercy, you have the conn."
By the time Enjolras had returned to his quarters and replicated himself a cup of tea, it took spilling half of the sugar packet upon the table before realizing that his hands were shaking violently. The expression on his face was unreadable, halfway between curious and perplexed; he took yet another beat to slowly set the sugar down at last.
Clenching his fists would not quell them, just as closing his eyes did not make it any easier to breathe. The silence was deafening, and the sound of rushing thoughts sought to overwhelm him; they were thoughts of nothing and everything all at once, and there was no calm to this storm. Questions, theories, suspicions -- as captain, Enjolras would be expected to be aware of all of them, and to be prepared in the case that any such concept decided to claim this last masterpiece as their own.
But first, a plan of action.
He reached for his PADD and halfheartedly brushed some of the sugar aside before setting the device before him and flicking through the status logs for the umpteenth time.
His cup of tea sat patiently nearby, waiting for him to breathe again.
