Reed surveyed the the holographic imagery that represented their battle. He chaffed at having to wait, hoping for a break through from his fighters. If they couldn't bring
down those shields, this battle would be decided relatively soon and not to his satisfaction. Mr. Jeffy entered the room, humming to himself as he smiled and waved at the Commander.
"Hey, Mark", he said brightly, "how's it going?"
Reed scowled at the engineering officer. "That's 'Commander', Mr. Jeffy", he replied darkly, "and things are not going well."
Jeffy pulled a chair from another console, setting it next to the Commander's chair. "What gives, man?", he asked, "you feel like talking about it?"
"The Wyzenhymer Armada is what gives, Mr. Jeffy", Reed said tersely, "and I don't really feel like talking about it, right now, since I have a little battle to attend to."
Jeffy nodded somberly, placing a hand on Reed's shoulder. "I feel your pain, big guy. If you want to talk, let me know."
Reed struggled to control his anger. "Mr. Jeffy", he managed through gritted teeth, "report to engineering, and change back into your battle fatigues.", he added, noting that Jeffy was in his
class A's.
"Aye-aye, pal.", Jeffy said, patting Reed on the shoulder. He stood, replaced the chair, and exited the bridge.
Reed looked over at Mr. Schultz. "As Commander, can I have him killed?"
Mr. Schultz looked up from his display, considering the question momentarily. "Negative, Sir. That would be a violation of Code 213.921 of the Space Fleet Code", he replied, "which deals with
ship sanitation regulations."
Reed nodded, returning his attention to the battle. Another of his fighters exploded into a fireball, shot down by Wyzenhymer heavy artillery. He wondered briefly how Operation Feefiefofum was panning
out.
