<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/812547894355427348/813571062867427328/LtJG_Winn_Antos.png)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name</strong></span>: Winn Antos<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location</strong></span>: Bridge<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Content</strong></span>:<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tag | Mention</strong></span>: H'Raal | Nissillia<br/><hr/><br/>Winn listened to the meeting more than participating in it.  He was just a junior officer, even if H'raal had made him his "right hand" for the moment.  He was a far cry from an X-O, acting or otherwise, even if he was doing much of the work of one.  He grinned at Scruggs over the console incident and stood up, walking over to it, "Let me see if I can do anything with it, maybe take something off of your plate, Crewman."  And so while the Doctor and Lieutentant Commander Nelan spoke about their situation with H'Raal, the young Bajoran worked.  The tools were already at hand from all the work that was being done, no reason to just let them sit unused.<br/><br/>Prophets, he was tired.  So tired.  But so was everyone else.  And he was walking in the steps of the Emissary.  Now was no time to give in to something as mundane as fatigue.  He ate as he worked, chewing on one of the burritos selected at random without really tasting it.<br/><br/>At the Commander's order, Winn sat up from under the console and nodded, "Aye, Sir, I'll be happy to."  He gave the lovely Betazoid woman a wan smile before going back to work.  The two of them were discussing the security teams for the repair team when the report of their new trouble came in.  Antos closed his eyes for several moments as he felt a surge of honest despair.  It just wouldn't stop.  Damn it, wasn't this enough of a hell for the crew?<br/><br/>His hand moved to rub the simple but fanciful earring that marked his devotion to the Prophets.  Have faith.  He had to have faith.  It was easy when things were good.  The real test was in crisis, wasn't it?  Or multiple crises as it was turning out.  He stood up from where he was with a groan, "Let me go with you, Lieutenant Commander.  If whatever did this is still around, I think we should probably all start moving together as a group."  Not that it had done McKneel and Barant much good but...what else could they do?  "Let's grab some lamps and a pair of phasers, Sir," he said to Nelan with a nod, "Just in case this thing decides to come back for seconds."