01-15-2026, 04:02 AM
"Oh good, you're not going to make me--"
Mara blinked slowly as she tried to process what Tyra had said, before the CO spoke again.
"Sorry, I thought you were someone else; come in," she said, stepping back and waving a hand to indicate the living room. "Tell me you're not here to tell me there was a room clearing brawl in the mess hall or you found out the crewman are illegally trying to breed tribbles ... again."
The Security Chief chuckled quietly to herself.
“Nah, no brawls,” she replied. “I’m almost disappointed that they’ve stopped pretty much completely. Turns out, if they know that there’s a chance it’s me who responds, and that the last time they dragged me out to that kinda stupidity resulted in 3 days in Sickbay for the idiot who didn’t know when to stop, nobody’s so keen to act the fool any more. I’m not mad keen on rulin’ by fear but sometimes it’s got its uses.”
She laughed softly, almost disarmingly, at the idea. Calleja had been working hard on softening her image but there was still a distinct shortage of crew members who wanted anything to do with trying to fight the Bandaran.
Taking a few steps into the room, Mara rested a hand on nearby furniture to steady herself. She was trying not to let on but the tiredness was impossible to mask.
“Definitely not here for another go-round. More of a social call,” the Lieutenant said. “We got so much goin’ on, and… well… So much of it I made worse before we left dock,” she admitted with a decidedly sheepish expression.
“But I can’t imagine bein’ smuggled onto your own ship was any fun at all. And now we’ve smoked a Klingon pirate crew and watched as a moon full of clones took their own lives. That’s a lot in a few days, even for us and even without all the catastrofuck behind the scenes. I just wanted to see how you were? I know I ain’t the first person anyone thinks of when they want someone to talk to. But you’re more than the CO to me. And if there’s anythin’ I can do, even if it’s just be here whilst you vent, I’m here.”
Mara shook her head slowly, realising her mouth was running away from her.
“Sorry, I’m ramblin’,” she said. “But I hope you get what I’m tryin’ to say?”
== Back atcha! ==
Mara blinked slowly as she tried to process what Tyra had said, before the CO spoke again.
"Sorry, I thought you were someone else; come in," she said, stepping back and waving a hand to indicate the living room. "Tell me you're not here to tell me there was a room clearing brawl in the mess hall or you found out the crewman are illegally trying to breed tribbles ... again."
The Security Chief chuckled quietly to herself.
“Nah, no brawls,” she replied. “I’m almost disappointed that they’ve stopped pretty much completely. Turns out, if they know that there’s a chance it’s me who responds, and that the last time they dragged me out to that kinda stupidity resulted in 3 days in Sickbay for the idiot who didn’t know when to stop, nobody’s so keen to act the fool any more. I’m not mad keen on rulin’ by fear but sometimes it’s got its uses.”
She laughed softly, almost disarmingly, at the idea. Calleja had been working hard on softening her image but there was still a distinct shortage of crew members who wanted anything to do with trying to fight the Bandaran.
Taking a few steps into the room, Mara rested a hand on nearby furniture to steady herself. She was trying not to let on but the tiredness was impossible to mask.
“Definitely not here for another go-round. More of a social call,” the Lieutenant said. “We got so much goin’ on, and… well… So much of it I made worse before we left dock,” she admitted with a decidedly sheepish expression.
“But I can’t imagine bein’ smuggled onto your own ship was any fun at all. And now we’ve smoked a Klingon pirate crew and watched as a moon full of clones took their own lives. That’s a lot in a few days, even for us and even without all the catastrofuck behind the scenes. I just wanted to see how you were? I know I ain’t the first person anyone thinks of when they want someone to talk to. But you’re more than the CO to me. And if there’s anythin’ I can do, even if it’s just be here whilst you vent, I’m here.”
Mara shook her head slowly, realising her mouth was running away from her.
“Sorry, I’m ramblin’,” she said. “But I hope you get what I’m tryin’ to say?”
== Back atcha! ==