Chapter 9
Stirring an ant hill with a stick is the only comparison that I can think of for the events that transpired upon our return to the James Cook. Organized chaos reigned all around us. Too many inconsistencies with the two ships and odd occurrences with the survivors. My link pinged that there was a Captain’s Conference at 0900 hours. I had orders to be present. Great. More fun. Leaving the shuttle, I made sure that my engineering team had gotten back in one piece. I assigned Midshipman Bartleby to stow all of our equipment in its proper location. Excluding their regular duties, I informed my now former team to take the rest of the day off. They’d earned it.
When my personal pain-in-the-ass alarm went off at 0700 with Wilson playing weird music singing ‘about doing something.’ I w
