03-11-2025, 03:21 AM
== Cargo Bay ==
“Sydesh don’t like you? You just became my best buddy. Can’t stand that self-absorbed lil’ shit.”
What? Really?!
Nathan subconsciously leaned a little toward Calleja, brow raised with just the hint of a grin. Not only did she herself know Beka, but there was some kind of past between them? The real question was how long ago the past was. Ramius couldn’t rule out that it had been long ago, that they perhaps knew each other before he’d even met Beka. That narrowed down Mara’s origin for him, if it were true. Though it could have been relatively recent too. For one, he had been away from the Artemis for some time, and more than enough for rivalries to come and go. However, knowing Beka as he did, her personality could clash with someone’s hair color. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was stuck on a Klingon freighter, an assumed liability until proven otherwise, he might offer Calleja to sit down over a snack and talk about it; or even hit the gym to chat, seeing how that was likely where she spent a good deal of her time.
Nodding in the affirmative as the Chief of Security gave him clear instructions on how to act unthreatening, he was about to ask her just how she knew Sydesh. Nathan held his arms out just a little wide, palms facing outward in an obvious gesture. Until interesting Calleja just had to open her mouth.
“A bad idea up there with hangin’ around the FO’s shower.”
Ramius would have facepalmed if it wouldn’t have looked like he might be going for his phaser or mek’leth. Instead his eyes squeezed shut, his head tilted slightly, and then it shook from side to side. A loud, tired sigh emanated from him.
Of all the damn stuff I’ve done, and that is what still gets circulated in Security? If I ever get my boots on the Artemis for any length of time, I’ll track down every veteran of the Getty…
Opening his mouth to make some sort of protest, or at least a retort, Ramius found himself cut off as Calleja comm’d back to Artemis, letting them know who he was. Now his brows lowered, eyelids almost making him look like he was squinting, while his lips tightened. Standing there, waiting for Mara to get a response, he tried his best to focus on something, anything, other than his past.
Without moving his head, Ramius took in the space, the people, and what was going on around him. Not just visually, but audibly, amongst other senses. Nathan focused on his breathing, and reminded himself that he’d lived many lives already. Some better than others, and certainly quite a few he’d prefer not to have to relive again. A part of him always wondered if he’d had the chance to change things, to alter his past, if he would. There were no shortage of incidents that came to mind, including the one Calleja made a joking mention of.
Upon returning his gaze to the amazonian woman, he noted something in her face. It wasn’t there for long, disappearing faster than some Vegas sleight of hand, but it caused him to pay attention. He realized he wouldn’t have to wait to find out what was up, as the COS spoke to him.
“They wanna talk to you direct.”
They?
“O-kay?”
Nathan gingerly took the earpiece from Calleja, glancing at it for the briefest of moments, before sticking it up to his ear to listen. As he heard her voice there was a jubilance that rose in his chest, until it was beaten back down by the cold, detached tone of Tyra’s voice. It wasn’t just a harmless question she was asking him. Instead, it felt like an interrogation.
[The last time I saw you face to face, who did I tell you to contact and what did I ask you to say?]
It wasn’t the time for playing the fool or even being lightheartedly joking in response. Even though the words were spoken, Nathan could easily read between the lines. Thankfully, the response was right there. It hadn’t been long since they’d last seen each other. They’d been tucked away in some nook of Cera’s, where there was plenty of drink to soothe the headaches that had spawned from Ben’s unfortunate moment of heroic veraciousness; a truly unfortunate lapse in judgement from someone that had, up until then, been leaps and bounds smarter than Nathan.
“I was to reach out to Logan,” Ramius’ voice was straightforward and unemotional.
“The message wasn’t important, but I had to use the word Icarus.”
I’m going to be lucky she doesn’t smite me the moment she sees me…
“Sydesh don’t like you? You just became my best buddy. Can’t stand that self-absorbed lil’ shit.”
What? Really?!
Nathan subconsciously leaned a little toward Calleja, brow raised with just the hint of a grin. Not only did she herself know Beka, but there was some kind of past between them? The real question was how long ago the past was. Ramius couldn’t rule out that it had been long ago, that they perhaps knew each other before he’d even met Beka. That narrowed down Mara’s origin for him, if it were true. Though it could have been relatively recent too. For one, he had been away from the Artemis for some time, and more than enough for rivalries to come and go. However, knowing Beka as he did, her personality could clash with someone’s hair color. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was stuck on a Klingon freighter, an assumed liability until proven otherwise, he might offer Calleja to sit down over a snack and talk about it; or even hit the gym to chat, seeing how that was likely where she spent a good deal of her time.
Nodding in the affirmative as the Chief of Security gave him clear instructions on how to act unthreatening, he was about to ask her just how she knew Sydesh. Nathan held his arms out just a little wide, palms facing outward in an obvious gesture. Until interesting Calleja just had to open her mouth.
“A bad idea up there with hangin’ around the FO’s shower.”
Ramius would have facepalmed if it wouldn’t have looked like he might be going for his phaser or mek’leth. Instead his eyes squeezed shut, his head tilted slightly, and then it shook from side to side. A loud, tired sigh emanated from him.
Of all the damn stuff I’ve done, and that is what still gets circulated in Security? If I ever get my boots on the Artemis for any length of time, I’ll track down every veteran of the Getty…
Opening his mouth to make some sort of protest, or at least a retort, Ramius found himself cut off as Calleja comm’d back to Artemis, letting them know who he was. Now his brows lowered, eyelids almost making him look like he was squinting, while his lips tightened. Standing there, waiting for Mara to get a response, he tried his best to focus on something, anything, other than his past.
Without moving his head, Ramius took in the space, the people, and what was going on around him. Not just visually, but audibly, amongst other senses. Nathan focused on his breathing, and reminded himself that he’d lived many lives already. Some better than others, and certainly quite a few he’d prefer not to have to relive again. A part of him always wondered if he’d had the chance to change things, to alter his past, if he would. There were no shortage of incidents that came to mind, including the one Calleja made a joking mention of.
Upon returning his gaze to the amazonian woman, he noted something in her face. It wasn’t there for long, disappearing faster than some Vegas sleight of hand, but it caused him to pay attention. He realized he wouldn’t have to wait to find out what was up, as the COS spoke to him.
“They wanna talk to you direct.”
They?
“O-kay?”
Nathan gingerly took the earpiece from Calleja, glancing at it for the briefest of moments, before sticking it up to his ear to listen. As he heard her voice there was a jubilance that rose in his chest, until it was beaten back down by the cold, detached tone of Tyra’s voice. It wasn’t just a harmless question she was asking him. Instead, it felt like an interrogation.
[The last time I saw you face to face, who did I tell you to contact and what did I ask you to say?]
It wasn’t the time for playing the fool or even being lightheartedly joking in response. Even though the words were spoken, Nathan could easily read between the lines. Thankfully, the response was right there. It hadn’t been long since they’d last seen each other. They’d been tucked away in some nook of Cera’s, where there was plenty of drink to soothe the headaches that had spawned from Ben’s unfortunate moment of heroic veraciousness; a truly unfortunate lapse in judgement from someone that had, up until then, been leaps and bounds smarter than Nathan.
“I was to reach out to Logan,” Ramius’ voice was straightforward and unemotional.
“The message wasn’t important, but I had to use the word Icarus.”
I’m going to be lucky she doesn’t smite me the moment she sees me…