Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2019 10:59:55 GMT -8
Ever since returning to the Talon, Hrax had been keeping his head down, literally and figuratively. With half his body under a console, he found it served two purposes, allowing him to keep out of sight as well as making it appear as if he were working hard. That second part was difficult. The distractions kept coming, from the Bacohl who were mechanical gods, to the thoughts in his head. A large leg appeared just within his view and a deep voice sounded out above him, instructing him to hurry up, as the Bacohl nearby needed access to what Hrax had torn apart.
Picking up the pace, he soldered the final piece into place and pulled himself out, only to find himself face to chest with the huge alien. It was hard to tell what the Bacohl was feeling; Hrax had yet to see one smile. Did they smile? All he knew was that they kept asking when Cobus' shift would start. As Chief of the department, Cobus came and went at all hours. There were times when Hrax wondered if the Trill ever slept.
"Soon?"
"I don't know," Hrax said for the millionth time. It was an exaggeration, but he was not thrilled in disappointing a creature that could head-butt him out of existence. Moving away from the alien, Hrax sat down at a console and began a set of diagnostics on the unit he had just repaired.
"No time for that."
Hrax' shoulders sagged and he turned around, but found his view of engineering once again blocked by the bulk of a Bacohl. "It's standard procedure," he tried to explain. "If you'll just-"
A huge hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. "Move aside."
"If you'll just wait until Commander Rok gets here..."
Yeah, that wasn't going to fly.
Tag Lt. Commander Cobus Rok, any
Picking up the pace, he soldered the final piece into place and pulled himself out, only to find himself face to chest with the huge alien. It was hard to tell what the Bacohl was feeling; Hrax had yet to see one smile. Did they smile? All he knew was that they kept asking when Cobus' shift would start. As Chief of the department, Cobus came and went at all hours. There were times when Hrax wondered if the Trill ever slept.
"Soon?"
"I don't know," Hrax said for the millionth time. It was an exaggeration, but he was not thrilled in disappointing a creature that could head-butt him out of existence. Moving away from the alien, Hrax sat down at a console and began a set of diagnostics on the unit he had just repaired.
"No time for that."
Hrax' shoulders sagged and he turned around, but found his view of engineering once again blocked by the bulk of a Bacohl. "It's standard procedure," he tried to explain. "If you'll just-"
A huge hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. "Move aside."
"If you'll just wait until Commander Rok gets here..."
Yeah, that wasn't going to fly.
Tag Lt. Commander Cobus Rok, any