Post by Lt. Commander Cobus Rok on May 23, 2013 16:57:22 GMT -8
He watched Ziana give Adam a friendly greeting. If that kid played his cards right, things might be getting a lot more friendly. Selfishly speaking, he would feel better leaving the party early if he knew that he was leaving Ziana in Adam's probably capable hands.
"Do you have a personal access display device I may borrow?"
"I'm sure someone's got a padd you could--," he said, gesturing to an ensign from engineering that gave a look somewhere between a death glare and pure, unadulterated terror. He scratched his head and turned away, pretending he hadn't asked. The ensign obediently rose from her seat and held out the padd, trying to keep her body as far away as possible and wondering why she didn't have longer arms.
Cobus caught Adam's panicked glance, and although Ruune didn't seem like too much of a threat, it didn't take a rocket scientist (not that he couldn't build rockets) to see that the man was terrified.
He knocked back the the rest of his drink and stood, moving over to Adam's side and clapping a friendly hand on his shoulder. Somehow, he'd conveniently positioned himself between Adam and Ruune, by accident, of course. "Don't worry," he tried to reassure Adam, but hid his words by finishing with a different sentence entirely. "You're just in time; the party's just getting started."
If I get killed tonight, Eilidh's going to be pissed. He smiled a little to himself. If he got himself killed in a bar fight she wouldn't be mad that he'd died, she'd be mad that she didn't get to go down with him. Alright Cobus, no dying.
He was vaguely aware of a striptease happening on one of the other tables, but right now he had a more important job: fearlessly protecting Adam against all rationality. What if things did go south? His mind briefly considered what he might use as a weapon under the circumstances. Where was an Orion when you needed one?
"Aw, that's to bad," Cobus commented to himself as he heard the owner call for security to intervene with the table dancing man. He might have booed, but he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to do that sort of thing. Article 29, section 8, paragraph 5: command officers are not to boo in public, even if things are lame. Yes, that was exactly what it said.
"Adam, you don't have to open your mouth if you don't want to. How come he gets to open his mouth," Cobus asked. He sounded absurdly jealous, like a child convinced that his sibling had gotten the larger piece of cake. In actually, he was hoping for some sort of information that would make everyone less nervous. It wan't like Ruune hadn't said half a dozen things that sounded "weird"; it was time to return the favor, Cobus style.
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"Do you have a personal access display device I may borrow?"
"I'm sure someone's got a padd you could--," he said, gesturing to an ensign from engineering that gave a look somewhere between a death glare and pure, unadulterated terror. He scratched his head and turned away, pretending he hadn't asked. The ensign obediently rose from her seat and held out the padd, trying to keep her body as far away as possible and wondering why she didn't have longer arms.
Cobus caught Adam's panicked glance, and although Ruune didn't seem like too much of a threat, it didn't take a rocket scientist (not that he couldn't build rockets) to see that the man was terrified.
He knocked back the the rest of his drink and stood, moving over to Adam's side and clapping a friendly hand on his shoulder. Somehow, he'd conveniently positioned himself between Adam and Ruune, by accident, of course. "Don't worry," he tried to reassure Adam, but hid his words by finishing with a different sentence entirely. "You're just in time; the party's just getting started."
If I get killed tonight, Eilidh's going to be pissed. He smiled a little to himself. If he got himself killed in a bar fight she wouldn't be mad that he'd died, she'd be mad that she didn't get to go down with him. Alright Cobus, no dying.
He was vaguely aware of a striptease happening on one of the other tables, but right now he had a more important job: fearlessly protecting Adam against all rationality. What if things did go south? His mind briefly considered what he might use as a weapon under the circumstances. Where was an Orion when you needed one?
"Aw, that's to bad," Cobus commented to himself as he heard the owner call for security to intervene with the table dancing man. He might have booed, but he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to do that sort of thing. Article 29, section 8, paragraph 5: command officers are not to boo in public, even if things are lame. Yes, that was exactly what it said.
"Adam, you don't have to open your mouth if you don't want to. How come he gets to open his mouth," Cobus asked. He sounded absurdly jealous, like a child convinced that his sibling had gotten the larger piece of cake. In actually, he was hoping for some sort of information that would make everyone less nervous. It wan't like Ruune hadn't said half a dozen things that sounded "weird"; it was time to return the favor, Cobus style.
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