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Jeffery just wanted to be left alone, to his own devices. In the vast emptiness of space, one would think that would be easy. Alas, that was not the case. Jeffery thought his career choice as a communications expert, managing intergalactic transmissions, would lead to a quiet life. He hoped to be put on monitor duty on a quiet space station in the corner of some no-name galaxy. Yet, that never was the case.
Every job he was assigned to by his superior put him on some crowded spaceship with rowdy crewmates. No matter how much Jeffery urged or insisted, he'd always be put on that exact same setup every year. Whenever he was given the privilege to work on a small space station on his own, within a month, he'd be shoved back on another ship. Apparently, someone thought he liked working on teams. Jeffery wished he knew who so he could punch their lights out.
That led Jeffery to his current job. After a blissful two months working at a communication hub in one of the least populous sectors of space, a 'friend' of his recommended him for a new position. It was a standard communication officer post on a small research and exploration vessel. Jeffery would have refused except said 'friend' had already applied and accepted the job for him.
Without being able to even speak his own opinion, Jeffery was strong-armed into joining the crew and forced back into his discomfort zone. The job was only supposed to last a couple months, so Jeffery told himself to wait it out. Then the first thing he'd do when he got back was sign a ten-year contract to work on the communication hub. However, he quickly realized it wouldn't be so easy.
"Captain's orders, get on it now!" On only the second day, the captain was barking at the vessel's doctor. Jeffery didn't know why they were fighting, just that it was over something petty.
"What if I don't feel like wasting my time with your frivolous BS," the doctor snapped. Jeffery noticed the two men puffing out their chests and left the area before a fight broke out. Sadly, these interactions became a common pattern. Everyone on the ship got along like cats and dogs, and fights broke out with alarming regularity. Jeffery began to wonder if his 'friend' actually hated him.
A month in, and Jeffery was at wit's end. He found himself confined to his quarters or workstation at all hours. He didn't eat meals with his crew or even interact with them for fear of getting in a fight. His plan seemed to work, as no one on the crew ever fought with him. But, in the few times he ventured out into the ship's halls, there was always a fight in progress. Jeffery knew it was only a matter of time.
Then came the mistake. The navigator and the captain got in the worst fight the crew had ever seen. Fists were thrown, words that dug deep were said, and nerves were left raw. Both men were encouraged by the rest of the crew to return to their quarters and cool off. Sadly, both men took this as an opportunity to refuse to do their jobs, likely to spite one another.
The next thing everyone knew, they made a couple of wrong lightspeed jumps and were way off course. The navigator, who hadn't looked at a map since the fight with the captain, had no idea where they were. The engineer and pilot, who were responsible for the jumps, had all the blame shoved on them. The two were obviously furious they were blamed but held their tongues. They likely hoped their silence would make the navigator and captain actually do their jobs again.
Jeffery noted the engineer took it a lot harder and was far angrier over the whole ordeal. Which confused Jeffery all the more when they found said engineer dead the next day. The captain ruled it as an accident. Officially the engineer was upset and not paying attention, which led him to fumble with a heavy tool chest that fell on his head. Jeffery never bothered to check the validity of that claim. The rest of the crew got into a massive fight over the situation immediately, and he slipped out to avoid the fisticuffs.
Jeffery didn't emerge from his quarters until the next day, only to learn the captain and doctor had gotten into their worst fight yet. It ended with fists flying and the doctor's head hitting the ground just right that he died. This, in turn, sparked a fight between the captain and navigator. The latter believing the doctor's accidental death was too convenient sounding, only the replicate the incident leaving the navigator dead as well.
At this point, Jeffery was beyond done. He wasn't about to get himself killed in the dinky ship with his crazy crewmates. He snatched one of the engineer's wrenches and locked himself in his quarters. The communication's officer prayed this whole thing would blow over, or at least that he'd escape with his parts intact.
Days passed, and Jeffery quickly found himself without food or water. He needed to make a food run. The man could only hope the captain or another of the crew members hadn't gorged themselves while he had remained hidden. With hesitant steps, he moved towards the dining area, wrench in hand, occasionally spotting the dead bodies of his crewmates. Finally, he arrived at the dining room door, only to hear a gunshot inside.
Against his better judgment, Jeffery peeked inside to find the captain, smoking gun in his hands, having just shot the pilot. The captain was shaking, looking ready to vomit, before collapsing onto a nearby chair.
"I didn't mean to. It wasn't supposed to end like this," the captain claimed.
"I see," Jeffery nodded as he stepped towards his captain.
"I just wanted to be a good captain, a successful captain, but all I did was fight with my crew," he continued. "I killed them, I killed them all, but it was an accident, I swear."
"I understand," Jeffery assured, his eyes never moving from the gun still clutched in the captain's hand. "It's not your fault," Jeffery stated as he bashed the back of the captain's head with the wrench, "but I'm not taking any chances." The communications officer wasn't proud of his own action, but he also didn't feel like taking the chance. The captain was not in his right mind and still held onto the murder weapon for dear life.
With the captain's passing, Jeffery noted how quiet the ship was. All that remained was the idle hum of the engine as the vessel drifted on autopilot. Jeffery realized he was now and truly alone, but he wasn't happy about it. This wasn't what he wanted. This was just sick. With little else to do, the communications officer picked up the remaining food and isolated himself at this workstation. Maybe he could contact a nearby ship or space station for rescue, but he had no idea if any were nearby.
As Jeffery settled in for the long wait, he wondered if he'd ever get home. Would he die here, drifting alone in space? If not, does he even want to make it back? Returning with a ship full of dead bodies wasn't the best look. In the end, Jeffery shrugged off these questions. Whatever the answer, it was out of his hands. Now all he could do was try to enjoy the solitude.
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Sometimes you just want to be left alone on your own terms, sadly you don't always have a choice in the matter.
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