Job

Lieutenant Grafton stood at his post going over many system checks and weapon checks. Seeing if everything was going good. Most of the junior staff looked at Jake for assurance that everything was okay. He had three Ensigns under his command. Jake still had a hard time understanding why he was promoted to Chief Tactical. Then he remembered that he was the only one with almost thirty years experience. He kept his mind on the job at hand and tried not to focus on what happened and how far the Leviathan was from the Federation and the fact was he missed his family deeply. His work helped him control his feelings and such.

"Sir the sensor relay isn't functioning again." Lieutenant Gordon said from the Ops station.

"Okay Lieutenant take it up with Engineering."

"Sir are you attending the memorial service this afternoon ?" Gordon asked.

"No I hate things like that. It reminds me how easy life can be taken. I chose to remember the dear departed as they were when the were alive. I don't wish to have the memory of a flag draped coffin. You will feel that way after a couple of years. If you last that long." Grafton said walking around the slipstream station and making a few notes on his Padd.

Jake had seen a lot death and battle in his time and knew what the cost of it was and hated being reminded how death could strike any moment and second. So he decided to focused on his job, and throwing himself into work would numb his pain of missing home. Jake laughed to himself and remembered he wanted one last adventure before his retirement and how the last time he spoke with his wife they had not spoke to kindly to each other. Now he had his adventure and actually looked forward to it.