Post by Lt. Commander Cobus Rok on Mar 24, 2014 12:58:55 GMT -8
When you started distrusting stars, it was probably a sign that your paranoia was becoming unhealthy. And yet the same thought had crossed his mind, but the idea of messing with someone's sun seemed just a little too crazy and too terrible to be likely. And yet, anything was possible. Starfleet would have evaluated the sun and the planet for stability before deciding to place a station here, but surveys were never a guarantee.
"I'm going to go break the next shift up into repair teams and get them on the station. Eilidh, I'll let you know when I'm done and then you can come over. Zi, can I grab you in my office for like two seconds. I promise I'll give her back," he assured Eilidh as the second shift officers started to trickle into engineering.
"Don't worry, it's not bad," he assured her. Well, it wasn't bad for Zi anyways. She had better be up on her current gossip; he was sort of counting on it. Cobus had to know for sure if there were incriminating rumors about him in circulation, and he felt fairly confident that Ziana would tell him if there were.
But he was prepared to make up some awkward story on the fly, probably something that involved too much alcohol and embarrassment that could explain why he was so concerned in the first place. There was no was to ask this without sounding incredibly sketchy.
Leading the way back to his office, Cobus started to feel his nerves kick in, and Cobus didn't often get nervous. It was like when you were expecting an important message that you'd been waiting on for weeks. When it finally came, you had to work up the courage to open it.
Within his office, he strategically positioned himself so no one outside would be able to see his face. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at his shoes while he waited for the door to close behind Ziana. Then he unfolded his arms and scratched the back of his head. His hands settled briefly on his hips before crossing over his chest again, which seemed to be the least spastic of hand positions he'd tried thus far.
Cobus cleared his throat and began to speak. There would be no turning back now. "Zi, I have a question," and it sounded like a loaded one. His eyes searched her face for recognition with every word. "Have you heard anything about me? About Peleb?"
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"I'm going to go break the next shift up into repair teams and get them on the station. Eilidh, I'll let you know when I'm done and then you can come over. Zi, can I grab you in my office for like two seconds. I promise I'll give her back," he assured Eilidh as the second shift officers started to trickle into engineering.
"Don't worry, it's not bad," he assured her. Well, it wasn't bad for Zi anyways. She had better be up on her current gossip; he was sort of counting on it. Cobus had to know for sure if there were incriminating rumors about him in circulation, and he felt fairly confident that Ziana would tell him if there were.
But he was prepared to make up some awkward story on the fly, probably something that involved too much alcohol and embarrassment that could explain why he was so concerned in the first place. There was no was to ask this without sounding incredibly sketchy.
Leading the way back to his office, Cobus started to feel his nerves kick in, and Cobus didn't often get nervous. It was like when you were expecting an important message that you'd been waiting on for weeks. When it finally came, you had to work up the courage to open it.
Within his office, he strategically positioned himself so no one outside would be able to see his face. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at his shoes while he waited for the door to close behind Ziana. Then he unfolded his arms and scratched the back of his head. His hands settled briefly on his hips before crossing over his chest again, which seemed to be the least spastic of hand positions he'd tried thus far.
Cobus cleared his throat and began to speak. There would be no turning back now. "Zi, I have a question," and it sounded like a loaded one. His eyes searched her face for recognition with every word. "Have you heard anything about me? About Peleb?"
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