Post by Ensign Tyler Baccus on Apr 15, 2019 2:58:02 GMT -8
Even after the explanation from Darby that had infiltrated his head at Disney, he still didn't exactly understand what his motives had been there. He knew that he had a burning desire to find out exactly what everyone was doing, and fantasize wildly as to what their motives were. He'd never been a fan of espionage media growing up and he knew next to nothing about the trade, so it was all completely foreign and misplaced. As for the choice given, well that was rather easy. As uncomfortable as he had felt being in starfleet up until this point, the idea of being a renegade outlaw on the outs with the man felt exactly like home to him. The ship was also probably going to need him. He was far from the best officer, but he imagined more than a few members of the crew taking up an offer to live out their wildest dreams. It did sound slightly appealing at first, but the more he contemplated it, what Darby was offering was more or less just a fancy version of the holodeck, and Tyler wasn't a huge holodeck fan. The real world was where he needed to live, not in a neverending fantasy.
He had reported for duty when they'd gotten back, getting a report from several Bacohl to try and ascertain the status of the ship. They weren't forthcoming on their methods, but they all agreed that "screwknob" was definitely involved somehow. He wasn't sure exactly what that was, but either way they had picked up where he and Burke had left off, and managed to completely stabilize the entire system.
He didn't work a full shift. Once he determined the Bacohl had things under control, and also that they had no desire for him to help, he retreated back to the cozy confines of his quarters. He'd been hoping that H'rax or Coardi had been there to give a juicy recount of what their experiences had been, but unfortunately aside from him, the quarters were vacated. He shucked the uniform in favor of something a little more him. The Hawaiian get-up he had at disney was nice and all, but it was a little too festive for him. Instead he donned a solid black, silky pearl snap shirt and a pair of black denim jeans. He thought for a moment about his boots, but instead opted to re-adorn his starfleet issued shoes.
It had taken a moment on reminiscing to remember what it was he was doing before their Disney excursion. He couldn't remember at first, but remembered it had to do with Cadet Burke. After that revelation it slowly started to come back together. They'd been working on fixing the ship, under Disciplinary order from Commander Sur'Shess, for his part in not destroying the ship the Captain was on. And he was about to take a break from the work, (and Burke) and grab lunch. The idea still seemed like a brilliant idea.
A short turbolift job later he was on Deck 7, pacing down the corridor to the mess hall. Oddly enough he didn't feel particularly hungry, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten anything. Either way food was the ultimate tool for relaxation, so he walked up to a replicator and ordered his ultimate guilty pleasure food. Soon his plate materialized in front of him and off he went to one of the tables up against the exterior bulkhead. His back was turned to the stars and he had a seat, his mouth almost salivating as he looked down at the cream-gravy covered Chicken Fried Steak and mashed potatoes, with a side of Pinto Beans and a bread roll. This was better than any heaven that could be offered on Peleb, he thought as he dug in.
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