<USS Eagle> Space Out
- From: SolanDahl@xxxxxxx
- To: usseagle@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sat, 24 Jul 2004 19:41:32 EDT
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Lost sat in his chair on the bridge. He wished he could be in his quarters
playing his games. Even though Lost really did have a game with him on the
bridge there was NO way he was going to risk the Captain seeing this
transgression. The events of the last time still stuck in his head even
though it had
been quite some time. Mostly what he remembered was the threat of washing
the entire ship with only a tooth brush. It hadn't then, and still didn't,
sound like much fun at all.
Lost's thoughts then turned to the boy, Malachi. He wondered how the
kid was making out. Tru had really enjoyed spending time with someone who
looked up to him. That was something of a rarity. In fact, Malachi was the
first who ever looked up to him. It wasn't that Lost was dumb or anything
like
that, in fact he was quite intelligent. He just . . . lacked some common
sense and always got lost in his games. Games were his one refuge. They
never
yelled at him or called him names. Unfortunately, he couldn't say the same
thing for his family. Being the youngest boy in a fairly large family, Tru
was constantly being picked on by his older siblings and cousins.
Tru took a moment to look around the bridge. One thing about being the
pilot, you didn't have to do a lot. Of course, that wasn't always a good
thing.
Lost could get bored pretty easily and when he was bored, he tended to space
out. That, in and of itself isn't too bad. Unfortunately, it had a
tendancy to have unpleasant consequences whenever the commanding officer
realized
that Lost wasn't paying attention. Still, not having to do a lot
of work, was pretty cool at times.
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Lt. JG Tru Lee Lost
Helmsman
USS Eagle
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