10-10-2023, 08:47 PM
Beka had gotten back to the ship from her sojourn out to DS9 a few hours ago. She’d pretty much sat on the couch, shrugged off her jacket, kicked off her boots, and then dozed off where she sat. There was no sign of Nat Okehampton but that wasn’t entirely a surprise. The Security officer was probably being romanced by her new beau Cam Reeve, the partners on the beat having hit it off and become partners in another sense within the space of a few weeks.
The door chime woke the redhead up with a start. She yawned and stretched, winced as her back twinged, and then eased herself up off the couch.
Absently she rubbed at the small of her back where the synaptic enhancer sat. Beka was still wearing the emerald green cami top and fitted black jeans from earlier, vivid tattoos on both arms and her ginger hair in a braided ponytail. She was barefoot, both sets of nails painted a soft mint green - the simple act of bending over for long enough to paint her toenails had drawn a string of pained curses against Graiark Orbital, herself, Star Fleet, Mara Calleja, the Syndicate and just about everything else.
Typical me. Cause myself unyielding agony because I’m too damn stubborn to admit defeat.
Padding across the carpet, she hit the button to open the door, and then did a double-take. Beka had really not been expecting to see a woman in a tank top and denim shorts, especially not one who looked like Aeryn Miller did. The two officers hadn’t met yet so the doctor had no idea who she was dealing with, although as she blinked a couple of times to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating, she was pretty keen to find out.
“Uh, hello?” she managed.
The door chime woke the redhead up with a start. She yawned and stretched, winced as her back twinged, and then eased herself up off the couch.
Absently she rubbed at the small of her back where the synaptic enhancer sat. Beka was still wearing the emerald green cami top and fitted black jeans from earlier, vivid tattoos on both arms and her ginger hair in a braided ponytail. She was barefoot, both sets of nails painted a soft mint green - the simple act of bending over for long enough to paint her toenails had drawn a string of pained curses against Graiark Orbital, herself, Star Fleet, Mara Calleja, the Syndicate and just about everything else.
Typical me. Cause myself unyielding agony because I’m too damn stubborn to admit defeat.
Padding across the carpet, she hit the button to open the door, and then did a double-take. Beka had really not been expecting to see a woman in a tank top and denim shorts, especially not one who looked like Aeryn Miller did. The two officers hadn’t met yet so the doctor had no idea who she was dealing with, although as she blinked a couple of times to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating, she was pretty keen to find out.
“Uh, hello?” she managed.