Entry for the Daily Flash Fiction Challenge
|Knowing one's place is of the utmost importance. It can save a person no matter the situation they find themselves in. Of course, it must be balanced with the willingness to go out on a limb and perhaps step outside that 'place' if an opportunity warrants.
Lt. Micah Reed did not believe this was one of those times. When he had been hauled before Captain Steele previously, it had been. The suggestions he made in regards to fixing the report which detailed how the rear airlock had emptied, emptied when it held stowaways (who had been placed there on purpose), earned him a promotion. Those suggestions benefited the Captain, so Reed found himself sharing said benefit.
This time was different. Captain Steele was out for blood and there were no stowaways to sate his thirst. Reed had the simple misfortune to fall afoul of regulations at the wrong time. Normally his error would go unpunished, hell, it would most likely even go unnoticed. Not now. He couldn't help the nervous titter of laughter that uncontrollably escaped his lips as he came to attention in his Captain's cabin.
He bit his lip as he watched a slow malicious smile crack Captain Steele's grim visage. He held his breath as he watched Captain Steele prop his booted feet up on the corner of his desk, the chair tilting swiftly backwards. Suddenly the whole ship shuddered as some mechanical misfortune gripped it. Lt. Reed stared as both the chair and his captain slid back and crashed to the floor with wood and bones breaking.
As Captain Reed proudly accepted the new bars on the collar of his uniform, he add a corollary, knowing one's place is of the utmost importance, as well as being in the right place at the right time.