Post by Cadet Micah Nivans on Jan 26, 2018 21:05:45 GMT -8
"But when do I get to actually fire one," Micah asked the back of Haywood's head, getting as close to pleading as the young man could get.
Clean this. Maintain that. I want to see my reflection, Cadet.
He wasn't the bottom rung. He was the part of the ladder that the bottom rung sat atop. It was a fact of life that Micah easily accepted but, damn it, he really wanted to shoot something!
Haywood chuckled, but didn't offer any reply. "Just put it back together, Cadet. If you beat my time I'll only make you do fifty push ups."
Micah had his doubts about the choices he'd made when Gideon had been whisked away, which was entirely more painful than the sea of bodies crashing against DS10's hull. Was this life for him?
The beam control assembly came together in his hands almost like magic, but it still wasn't fast enough. He had to try harder. Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.
He'd wanted to finish school by Elijah's side as though somehow he could continue to fill that big brother role, the only thing he'd thought he'd ever be good at. After a lot of soul searching and late night talks it was clear this was where he was meant to be.
Here on the Talon in his sister's shadow, getting hazed by her friends, getting tested by Lieutenant Commander Kinin, and getting hammered into the spear tip Starfleet needed him to be.
Finished, Micah slammed his hands on the table, much to the chagrin of the security officers watching.
"Too slow, Cadet. You better hit that deck."
He was getting really sick of looking at the floor but he knew to be careful what he wished for.
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Clean this. Maintain that. I want to see my reflection, Cadet.
He wasn't the bottom rung. He was the part of the ladder that the bottom rung sat atop. It was a fact of life that Micah easily accepted but, damn it, he really wanted to shoot something!
Haywood chuckled, but didn't offer any reply. "Just put it back together, Cadet. If you beat my time I'll only make you do fifty push ups."
Micah had his doubts about the choices he'd made when Gideon had been whisked away, which was entirely more painful than the sea of bodies crashing against DS10's hull. Was this life for him?
The beam control assembly came together in his hands almost like magic, but it still wasn't fast enough. He had to try harder. Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.
He'd wanted to finish school by Elijah's side as though somehow he could continue to fill that big brother role, the only thing he'd thought he'd ever be good at. After a lot of soul searching and late night talks it was clear this was where he was meant to be.
Here on the Talon in his sister's shadow, getting hazed by her friends, getting tested by Lieutenant Commander Kinin, and getting hammered into the spear tip Starfleet needed him to be.
Finished, Micah slammed his hands on the table, much to the chagrin of the security officers watching.
"Too slow, Cadet. You better hit that deck."
He was getting really sick of looking at the floor but he knew to be careful what he wished for.
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