Consigned to Oblivion

Posted on 13 Sep 2015 @ 3:21am by Nevedno Lož

463 words; about a 2 minute read

Nevedno clutched the PADD he held in his hand tightly. He found himself in the ship's mess hall once more, surrounded by the same old faces that cared nothing about him. He was at his own table, away from the prying ears and eyes of the doubtful. “Begin log,” he whispered in a low, frustrated tone.

“My quarters are gone. What little I have collected during my journey and what little I had from my home are now gone forever. I was getting used to that cramped space. Where I could be alone and away from the questioning eyes of everyone aboard. And the view into the great beyond was certainly enough to give me pause at times.

“But now it's gone! One with the void. Consigned to oblivion. And you know what the worst part is?” There was a long pause as Nevedno became choked up for a moment. Everything that had happened to him up to this point was expected but, even though he should have seen it coming, what had just happened to him had crushed his spirits with overbearing weight.

“They forgot about me. I know, I know. But they really hit me hard this time. When sorting through all the names of people who's quarters where destroyed they came across my name and... they just erased it. Deleted it! Like I was just some no-name that must have come and gone months ago. Or worse. Like I was some sort of error. Maybe it was. Maybe it was an error coming here at all...

“I have no quarters. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to sleep. Sure, I can go to the command staff and painstakingly make my case and show them the files again. It was probably some clerical error that led to the lack of reassigned quarters anyway. But you know what? I'm not doing that. Not yet at least. I've been through enough bullshit already. Maybe I'll just find bed by way of a succession of one night stands.” He sighed after speaking the inconsiderate words. “No. That'll just end in heartbreak on so many levels.

“For now I'll just sleep in the Jefferies tubes or in some other rarely traveled location. I suppose it wont be much different from normal save for the change in scenery. Who knows. Maybe I'll like my new spot. A nice place to call home. Then I won't have to deal with the command staff in getting me new quarters. They'd probably stick me with someone else what with all the space constraints, anyway. That would be too awkward.

“I suppose I should get back to work. But not right now. Just a few more moments. At least they all notice me, even if I am the new face.

“End Log”

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