03-19-2025, 02:58 AM
Diplomatic Assistant Tomer backed down. He swallowed his pride, which must have been a big load, and more or less apologized to the Captain. Still, Braggins did not seem happy. Art had a faint thought that the woman never seemed to be happy unless she was seemingly violating some half a dozen Starfleet laws, but for now, they were on the same side. The Captain may have used a calm voice to soothe the Trill’s tempers, but Art was still not above biting the man.
Then the orders came. Chertstone to eat, breathe, and sleep racing; the brains were given chroniton-related homework; First Officer was to work on getting the team to work cohesively; and Art was given the task of putting them all through a crash-course in survival training.
Artie’s lips curled into a wicked smirk.
Her mind was already racing as she stood up from the chair, throwing a glance towards Alden that told him to follow her back to Security. So Peter would have one holodeck, and she would take the other; anyone else wanting it for a midnight cruise would just have to wait until this annoying Assistant Diplomat was off the ship.
Another jolt of wickedness shot through her as she realized that Tomer would have to be a part of her survival training. She didn’t think Braggins would actually mind if he were to ‘accidentally’ break an arm or a leg. Or both. At the same time. The thought almost made her laugh as she and Alden walked back to their department’s spot on the ship.
Maybe this mission would be more fun than she thought.
>> Security >>
Then the orders came. Chertstone to eat, breathe, and sleep racing; the brains were given chroniton-related homework; First Officer was to work on getting the team to work cohesively; and Art was given the task of putting them all through a crash-course in survival training.
Artie’s lips curled into a wicked smirk.
Her mind was already racing as she stood up from the chair, throwing a glance towards Alden that told him to follow her back to Security. So Peter would have one holodeck, and she would take the other; anyone else wanting it for a midnight cruise would just have to wait until this annoying Assistant Diplomat was off the ship.
Another jolt of wickedness shot through her as she realized that Tomer would have to be a part of her survival training. She didn’t think Braggins would actually mind if he were to ‘accidentally’ break an arm or a leg. Or both. At the same time. The thought almost made her laugh as she and Alden walked back to their department’s spot on the ship.
Maybe this mission would be more fun than she thought.
>> Security >>