Janeway's Delta Quadrant Struggles
Another little something I wrote on the plane. Ironically, it was something I wrote on the plane coming back home from vacation.
Coffee
"Computer, Coffee," Janeway ordered. She glanced back at her PADD, which contained Tuvok's weekly security reports, giving the replicator a second to do its thing.
She looked up a second later, expecting her much needed coffee to be waiting for her. Nothing.
"Coffee," she ordered again, standing up from her ready room desk and walking toward the replicator. Again, nothing.
Janeway tapped her comm-badge, mildly annoyed that she couldn't even get a simple "B'elanna, are you doing anything with the replicators?"
"No. Why?"
"The replicator in my ready room is acting up."
"I'll send someone down, but it'll be a while. Maybe an hour or two. We're doing some routine maintenance that's already been put off too long."
"It's alright," Janeway replied. "I'll use the replicators in the mess hall."
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"Captain!" Neelix greeted Janeway brightly. "Did you come for a snack?"
"Coffee actually. My replicator is being stubborn."
"Oh," said Neelix, slightly disappointed. "Well, you're welcome to use the replicators any time and if you ever want a snack…"
"Thank you Neelix," Janeway said, making her way to the replicator.
"Coffee," she ordered for the third time that day. This time, her wish was fulfilled and a steaming cup of coffee rested in front of her. Wrapping her hands around the mug, she made her way back to her ready room.
Nearly ten stressful minutes and a call to engineering later, Janeway finally had her coffee.