Post by Lieutenant Eden Nivans on Oct 16, 2015 15:19:24 GMT -8
Her peers had asked her why she came in and they couldn't argue with the answer because on some level they all felt the same way. She wanted to work. She needed to. It was the main drive in a life of service, beside, most of them were ready to turn around and take a vengeful bite out of the Ga'rik Alahr.
"Jenison asked for my report by the end of the day yesterday and I'm lim-du anyhow so why not get familiar with bein' a desk jockey," Eden reasoned as she helped tidy up some of the clutter that still festooned the office careful not to agitate her leg lest her senior officers or the medical team swoop down upon her and lock her away in quarters.
Her room was another reason to occupy the office. Taylor's stuff was mostly packed and it was a might bit depressing. Her first friend in the Gamma Quadrant was leaving. No more late night giggles. No more sharing clothes. No more cleaning up after the redhead- there was a silver lining in everything after all.
Not to forget that every bit of leave taken on a station or moon base ended up in nudity or broken body parts. That dog didn't hunt anymore.
The plan wasn't to stay long but that was the problem with the plans of man.
Holding the PADD as though it were priceless she huffed, blowing away a tendril of blonde hair, before turning it in. Eden didn't like the contents of this plain, every day object. What would happen? What would Jenison say? Roman? What about Nathan? It wasn't like she was giddy to run to Alyssa with what had occurred that day and she sincerely hoped that it was all fruit from a poisoned tree.
"I'll see y'all jokers la-"
The doors to the brig locked and the lights turned a cool blue.
"Really," the woman sighed aloud.
"Guess you're off like a herd of buffalo," someone said with a chuckle causing Eden to whip her head around with her long hair following along with a sarcastic laugh.
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"Jenison asked for my report by the end of the day yesterday and I'm lim-du anyhow so why not get familiar with bein' a desk jockey," Eden reasoned as she helped tidy up some of the clutter that still festooned the office careful not to agitate her leg lest her senior officers or the medical team swoop down upon her and lock her away in quarters.
Her room was another reason to occupy the office. Taylor's stuff was mostly packed and it was a might bit depressing. Her first friend in the Gamma Quadrant was leaving. No more late night giggles. No more sharing clothes. No more cleaning up after the redhead- there was a silver lining in everything after all.
Not to forget that every bit of leave taken on a station or moon base ended up in nudity or broken body parts. That dog didn't hunt anymore.
The plan wasn't to stay long but that was the problem with the plans of man.
Holding the PADD as though it were priceless she huffed, blowing away a tendril of blonde hair, before turning it in. Eden didn't like the contents of this plain, every day object. What would happen? What would Jenison say? Roman? What about Nathan? It wasn't like she was giddy to run to Alyssa with what had occurred that day and she sincerely hoped that it was all fruit from a poisoned tree.
"I'll see y'all jokers la-"
The doors to the brig locked and the lights turned a cool blue.
"Really," the woman sighed aloud.
"Guess you're off like a herd of buffalo," someone said with a chuckle causing Eden to whip her head around with her long hair following along with a sarcastic laugh.
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