Post by Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess on May 6, 2013 15:20:00 GMT -8
Everything she ate left a sour taste in her mouth these days. It seemed that nothing went right. Hadn't been going right for awhile now. Since...oh, about a month ago, when one fumble had ripped quite a few people away. She still...
Liz took a deep breath and deliberately stabbed a piece of waffle with her fork. She'd felt like going all human today, an odd concession given the menu choices offered at the buffet. They were going all out, what with being at SGE and having a whole wealth of new foods to choose from. Ah, the kitchen staff. They were pretty good. They managed to do their jobs without losing the Captain, at least.
They were getting a new Captain, for what that was worth. Tyne was being shipped off to who-knew-where. "If I had a strip of latinum..." she murmured, not finishing the thought aloud. Yet it was true. She'd seen so many superiors come and go, mysteriously disappearing off into the wild blue yonder (or, what was more likely out here, into the starry black yonder where people disappeared onto Klingon cruisers and were never seen or heard from again...), she'd be able to set herself up quite nicely on Risa, or Etimon, or anywhere else she particularly wanted to go.
She needed a drink.
Shoving another piece of waffle into her mouth, she banged out an anxious rhythm on the table with her fingers. With the ship hooked up to SGE, her staff was handling most everything that needed doing. She'd checked up on them enough, she told herself, had checked and double-checked the sensors after they'd hooked up to the station. She didn't need to do anything else. Yet still it lingered, way back in her mind, like a drum beat that couldn't be ignored--she needed to be doing something. Who knew when they'd get yanked into a stupid wormhole that led to nothing, or they'd end up Captain-less because the stupid sensors couldn't ping a simple transport...
"Calm down," she whispered to herself. She just needed to take a deep breath. A lot of deep breaths. A month worth of deep breaths.
Tag: Anyone who wants to approach the on-edge Klingon. Good luck.
Liz took a deep breath and deliberately stabbed a piece of waffle with her fork. She'd felt like going all human today, an odd concession given the menu choices offered at the buffet. They were going all out, what with being at SGE and having a whole wealth of new foods to choose from. Ah, the kitchen staff. They were pretty good. They managed to do their jobs without losing the Captain, at least.
They were getting a new Captain, for what that was worth. Tyne was being shipped off to who-knew-where. "If I had a strip of latinum..." she murmured, not finishing the thought aloud. Yet it was true. She'd seen so many superiors come and go, mysteriously disappearing off into the wild blue yonder (or, what was more likely out here, into the starry black yonder where people disappeared onto Klingon cruisers and were never seen or heard from again...), she'd be able to set herself up quite nicely on Risa, or Etimon, or anywhere else she particularly wanted to go.
She needed a drink.
Shoving another piece of waffle into her mouth, she banged out an anxious rhythm on the table with her fingers. With the ship hooked up to SGE, her staff was handling most everything that needed doing. She'd checked up on them enough, she told herself, had checked and double-checked the sensors after they'd hooked up to the station. She didn't need to do anything else. Yet still it lingered, way back in her mind, like a drum beat that couldn't be ignored--she needed to be doing something. Who knew when they'd get yanked into a stupid wormhole that led to nothing, or they'd end up Captain-less because the stupid sensors couldn't ping a simple transport...
"Calm down," she whispered to herself. She just needed to take a deep breath. A lot of deep breaths. A month worth of deep breaths.
Tag: Anyone who wants to approach the on-edge Klingon. Good luck.