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"STAR TREK: BUDAPEST"
by Jason K. Hauck
by Jason K. Hauck
35 year-old Lieutenant (junior grade) Jason Merrick was exausted. Deneb had been wiped of everything and everyone by the Borg and Starfleet was working overtime to rebuild. The Corps of Engineers were doing what they could to restore the basics to the sector and keep the triage centers' shuttles/runabouts, additional subspace amplifiers, replicators, transporters and communications in working order. The Federation had lost 40% of its territory, and lost dozens of billions of lives between Starfleet, Romulan and Klingon Star Empires.
The Captain reluctantly agreed to salvage wrecked ships in orbit. Many of them looking like some kind of demon had ripped considerable bites out of duratanium hulled sandwiches. He'd spent the last two days assigned to twelve hour shifts, both without meaningful amounts of sleep. All three of his team (one engineer, one security officer and one medical officer,) ghoulishly creeping through corridors of dead starships in E.V.A. suits with a wrist-torch showing them the way from room to room.
His team coordinated with superior officers stationed on the Budapest's battle-bridge, observing via the E.V.A. suits' on-board heads-up-displays with forearm-mounted tricorder feeds. When they weren't recovering serviceable parts, they were transport-tagging cadavers and rarely rescuing a lucky few in hiding. The lights on many decks eerily backlit by red emergency lights, their consoles smudged by bloody handprints.
He was hanging his shingle out aboard the U.S.S. Budapest, a Carina-Class starship, a tactical upgrade of the older Nebula-Class. Unfortunately, his group had also been saddled with an annoying embedded Federation News Service agent that had a penchant for getting herself in trouble. Jason wanted to blow them all out the nearest airlock as they served as nothing else but the albatross around his neck. Frequently damn near asphyxiating themselves in their spacesuit from lack of 0-Gee experience.
Even more fun: the FNS agents accompanying them almost drown in their own vomit each time one of these morons stumble over a body mauled by catastrophic decompression.
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