allmhadadh

Most of his crew was fairly scattered, though aside one they stayed fairly close to the Enterprise.  Nurse Chapel had requested leave to go and visit her mother, and Scotty had granted it, but near everyone else stayed within the system and fairly ready at hand.  Command had sent him a message, pulling him out of a restless sleep where he was dreaming of a beach somewhere, a fresh-water beach under gray skies and filtered sunlight, and Scotty started his day without even a proper cup of coffee.

There were three admirals who poked him for questions, before he'd even had his caffeine fix, and he did his best to satisfy their answers.  They were going to send the requisitioned replacement parts, which was definitely a good thing.  They still had made no call on a change of command, though.  They'd prodded and poked until he was practically ready to leap through the monitor on them, but at least the word so far was that they hadn't decided on replacing Kirk, Spock and McCoy yet.  They also requested a written clarification on a number of statements that couldn't easily be clarified.

That was another reason why Scotty didn't want to be Captain.  He hated the paperwork.  He had enough of it running his own division, let alone the whole ship.

Regardless, he finally got a cup of coffee and felt a little more alive when he got on the business of the day.  He checked up on the repairs that had been done through the night, checked the assignments for the day, made sure to check in with his senior staff.  He checked in with Montana Wolfe, who seemed to be warming up to him slightly -- she tipped him a salute with her own coffee mug when they finished their quick briefing.  He checked with security about their prisoner, who had apparently behaved throughout the night.

And still with his coffee mug in hand, now on his third cup, he headed down to the brig himself.