Resistance Is Futile - Pt 35

Virginia woke up slowly, her head pounding. She had spoken with Jean-Luc for only a few more minutes before excusing herself and heading for bed. Her dreams had been nightmares...mostly of the Borg, but that was to be expected. And to tell the truth, she was used to nightmares. Probably far too used to them.

She stretched in her bed, and pulled the covers closer. "Computer, what time is it?"

"The time is zero-nine-hundred," the feminine monotone answered.

Virginia groaned, then wished she hadn't as it hurt her head. She should have been up hours ago. She dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom. She undressed and stepped into the shower. Letting the hot water rain down over her, she turned her face into the water. Today she had to go over the shuttlecraft she planned on using, something she had neglected yesterday in favor of drinking herself silly. Mentally reviewing the crew of the Enterprise, Virginia decided to call upon Reg Barclay for help with the tweaks she wanted to make to the transporter and related systems.

The admiral also had to call her office on Earth, to make sure things were well. If they hadn't tried calling her first, she might let that wait until later in the day. She might do that anyway.

Requesting a work jumpsuit from the clothing replicator, Virginia dressed in it. There was no small amount of muttering over the formfitting suit, until she finally gave up and ordered a slightly larger size. Far from being a prude, Virginia still didn't like clothing that fit so close that it left little to the imaginaton. Finally satisfied with her outfit, she took her brush and sat at her desk as she began to brush out her hair.

There was a message from Picard, stating that everything was proceeding smoothly. Meaning that the Borg hadn't noticed the Federation starship suddenly heading their way. Also a message from Doctor Crusher, gently reminding her that she had mentioned a list to the good doctor. Yeah, that was on her list of things to do. There were two messages from her office, graciously taken by Picard...both were updates and indicated that a reply was not needed. One was about the peace treaty between Lorax and Largoe, sister planets that were constantly fighting over nonsense. Apparently that was proceeding smoothly. The other was a message saying the Ambassador Trinis was requesting a meeting upon her return, which of course couldn't happen until Virginia herself returned to earth.

Silly people.

"Computer, locate Reginald Barclay."

Again the feminine monotone answered her. "Reginald Barclay is in Engineering, Deck..."

"That is sufficient," cut in Virginia. She hated the over information that the computer always felt the need to give. Leaving her brush on the desk, she left her quarters and headed for Engineering. She'd probably regret not tying her hair out of the way, but she'd worry about that later. No need making her head hurt any worse than it already did.