Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2018 15:48:06 GMT -8
That woman was insufferable. How she had ever ascended to her current position was a testament to how inept the Federation could be. Auri had spent the past hour arguing with Lt. Commander Vargas about having access to the raw data on the contagion. However, she was so guarded, insisting that it wasn't necessary and that the computer would approximate whatever additions or deductions Auri wanted to make. Naturally, that made no sense when you had no idea what had been included to begin with.
Auri nudged one of the jumbo mollusks in her dish with the tip of her fork. Were they still convinced that she was a Romulan spy, waiting for the opportune moment to transmit the secrets she had horded during her entire stay aboard this vessel? Truth be told, she was far more trustworthy than some members of their own crew. And yet, they were still this guarded.
It had been her own life that had been in jeopardy barely a day ago. And yet, somehow, she felt more like a prisoner now than when she'd been locked in the cell. Aurora was convinced that people simply tolerated her, because they had no choice. They'd never admit it, but they'd all probably confess to sleeping better if Aurora found herself unceremoniously dropped at the next planetoid. The members of this crew boasted indifference and acceptance, but did they look at the behaviors that they actually practiced?
Yolanda Vargas. Aurora couldn't decide what she detested more about the woman, as she stabbed her fork into the mussel (which she momentarily fantasized was the woman's eye). Perhaps it was the fact the Science officer had gone well out of her way to refute every suggestion that Auri had made, or whether she had casually mentioned that she had kissed in the middle of a Risan jungle. It wasn't that she had said it, as much as how she'd said it.
As the blond-haired Romulan noticed the looks a pair of Starfleet officers gave her after staring at her fork, impaling her dinner, she removed the fork and actually tried a small bite. Federation replicators always failed at approximating the actual taste of Romulan cuisine. Because of that, she wondered how well their computers replicated liver and onions. It was one of few Terran dishes that she actually cared for, likely because she could recall her mother preparing it for her once when she was very young.
Her eyes rose to survey the rest of the Mess Hall. Somehow, it seemed quieter this morning. There wasn't the typical laughter and droning conversation. Clearly, people were still thinking about all that had happened... and possibly wondering if they'd have to get fitted for uniforms on some penal colony. It wasn't something that Aurora was worried about. She was confident diplomatic immunity would deprive her of the experience. Of course... there was Bernard to consider. Though, the thought of Vargas in a cell on some penal colony did tug at the corners of her mouth.
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Auri nudged one of the jumbo mollusks in her dish with the tip of her fork. Were they still convinced that she was a Romulan spy, waiting for the opportune moment to transmit the secrets she had horded during her entire stay aboard this vessel? Truth be told, she was far more trustworthy than some members of their own crew. And yet, they were still this guarded.
It had been her own life that had been in jeopardy barely a day ago. And yet, somehow, she felt more like a prisoner now than when she'd been locked in the cell. Aurora was convinced that people simply tolerated her, because they had no choice. They'd never admit it, but they'd all probably confess to sleeping better if Aurora found herself unceremoniously dropped at the next planetoid. The members of this crew boasted indifference and acceptance, but did they look at the behaviors that they actually practiced?
Yolanda Vargas. Aurora couldn't decide what she detested more about the woman, as she stabbed her fork into the mussel (which she momentarily fantasized was the woman's eye). Perhaps it was the fact the Science officer had gone well out of her way to refute every suggestion that Auri had made, or whether she had casually mentioned that she had kissed in the middle of a Risan jungle. It wasn't that she had said it, as much as how she'd said it.
As the blond-haired Romulan noticed the looks a pair of Starfleet officers gave her after staring at her fork, impaling her dinner, she removed the fork and actually tried a small bite. Federation replicators always failed at approximating the actual taste of Romulan cuisine. Because of that, she wondered how well their computers replicated liver and onions. It was one of few Terran dishes that she actually cared for, likely because she could recall her mother preparing it for her once when she was very young.
Her eyes rose to survey the rest of the Mess Hall. Somehow, it seemed quieter this morning. There wasn't the typical laughter and droning conversation. Clearly, people were still thinking about all that had happened... and possibly wondering if they'd have to get fitted for uniforms on some penal colony. It wasn't something that Aurora was worried about. She was confident diplomatic immunity would deprive her of the experience. Of course... there was Bernard to consider. Though, the thought of Vargas in a cell on some penal colony did tug at the corners of her mouth.
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