Post by Lieutenant Robin Star on Oct 1, 2018 15:31:47 GMT -8
Typically when one pictured the reprimanding of an officer it was in some official locale, an office and the officer in charge was wearing their uniform. Robin had neither of those things today. Instead he wore a simple pale shirt, thin black jacket, a pair of deep blue jeans and stood in the middle of one of the many lounges gazing out of the window to examine the starfield that looked just a little more bleak than usual.
Robin had a tendency of running a loose department, he knew many within Starfleet from both sides might disagree with his approach but as far as he was concerned it worked. It probably helped that it was one of the smaller departments, it was beneficial for getting to know each individual.
It was why he had chosen the lounge of all places for an official meeting with Mandy Bergin, somewhere quiet and peaceful that wasn’t suffocated by the chain of command. In fact his office was sparsely used, more of a necessity than anything else and most work he brought back to his quarters.
He scoffed at that thought realising that it probably made his office look super neat and tidy in comparison to the mess of his personal desk. It was good to keep up appearances, he supposed. Speaking of, he was glad that this lounge was devoid of people, the only active presence being the gentle rush of water due to the small fountain in the room.
Thinking back to the subject of departments Robin couldn’t help but note that despite being mostly a group of ‘hotshots’ his people were perhaps one of the better behaved. For one thing there hadn’t been any traitorous redshirts on Talon, only yellow and blue.
Robin took a sip of his Bolian tonic water, it was good for the nerves and it wasn’t for calling Mandy here, it was for what came after that. His focus shifted, the stars blurring as his faint reflection took form betraying his uneasy expression as his mind wandered before being interrupted by the doors whooshing open. He often hated this part but knew that other chiefs were perhaps having an even harder time with it.
“Mandy,” Robin said looking to her with an easy smile and a nod, “Feel free to grab a drink.” He encouraged indicating to the replicator and then the couch where he sat down on one side facing the window. “I’d recommend the Bolian Tonic,” He suggested.
He waited until she was ready and when she was Robin started in just as much of an unorthodox fashion as everything else.
“Do you ever look out and wish you can see the streams with your own eyes?” He asked softly gazing out the window. “Sometimes I like to try and imagine seeing them, guessing where they are, where they lead and checking if I’m right later on.”
“See the the binary blue nova?” Robin asked pointing towards the top corner the centre pane, “I’m pretty sure that’s the road to that void we got stuck in before.” Not the best of memories but that hadn’t really been the point.
For one he was still smiling as he tried to imagine the colours out there that only a handful could truly see. “If they ever master public temporary genetic splicing I might try Etimonian eyes one day.” He mused aloud whilst taking another calm sip of water, slow, steady and patient.
Tag: Ensign Mandy Bergin
Robin had a tendency of running a loose department, he knew many within Starfleet from both sides might disagree with his approach but as far as he was concerned it worked. It probably helped that it was one of the smaller departments, it was beneficial for getting to know each individual.
It was why he had chosen the lounge of all places for an official meeting with Mandy Bergin, somewhere quiet and peaceful that wasn’t suffocated by the chain of command. In fact his office was sparsely used, more of a necessity than anything else and most work he brought back to his quarters.
He scoffed at that thought realising that it probably made his office look super neat and tidy in comparison to the mess of his personal desk. It was good to keep up appearances, he supposed. Speaking of, he was glad that this lounge was devoid of people, the only active presence being the gentle rush of water due to the small fountain in the room.
Thinking back to the subject of departments Robin couldn’t help but note that despite being mostly a group of ‘hotshots’ his people were perhaps one of the better behaved. For one thing there hadn’t been any traitorous redshirts on Talon, only yellow and blue.
Robin took a sip of his Bolian tonic water, it was good for the nerves and it wasn’t for calling Mandy here, it was for what came after that. His focus shifted, the stars blurring as his faint reflection took form betraying his uneasy expression as his mind wandered before being interrupted by the doors whooshing open. He often hated this part but knew that other chiefs were perhaps having an even harder time with it.
“Mandy,” Robin said looking to her with an easy smile and a nod, “Feel free to grab a drink.” He encouraged indicating to the replicator and then the couch where he sat down on one side facing the window. “I’d recommend the Bolian Tonic,” He suggested.
He waited until she was ready and when she was Robin started in just as much of an unorthodox fashion as everything else.
“Do you ever look out and wish you can see the streams with your own eyes?” He asked softly gazing out the window. “Sometimes I like to try and imagine seeing them, guessing where they are, where they lead and checking if I’m right later on.”
“See the the binary blue nova?” Robin asked pointing towards the top corner the centre pane, “I’m pretty sure that’s the road to that void we got stuck in before.” Not the best of memories but that hadn’t really been the point.
For one he was still smiling as he tried to imagine the colours out there that only a handful could truly see. “If they ever master public temporary genetic splicing I might try Etimonian eyes one day.” He mused aloud whilst taking another calm sip of water, slow, steady and patient.
Tag: Ensign Mandy Bergin