08-20-2023, 07:03 PM
== Before Recall ==
Walking through the corridors, Coleman felt his body rebelling against the fabric of the uniform that he’d put on. Shore leave had been fantastic for him. A chance to stretch his legs, relax some, and enjoy some downtime. Which, apparently, he’d become accustomed to the more casual wear that he’d been in for the last long while aboard DS9.
There'd been his time spent meeting people on the station, and that had gone a long way to alleviating some of his stresses. Though there were the conversations that he’d had with his sister Anita. Oh, there was the usual family drama. That never went away, and was ever present with every conversation between him and his older sister. Despite that, Anita had some wisdom for him when it came to working through whatever was sitting between him and Tyra. That helped Damian immensely, as she broke down the possibilities for where his captain was coming from. Not that he didn’t already understand it, but his sister had a way of talking about things that somehow clarified things. Made them easier to understand and internalize. Not that it always translated into Damian agreeing with her, but it helped.
Then there was actually sitting down with Tyra. After one of his chats with Anita, Damian decided not to go straight into shop talk. Getting Tyra to open up about things was often hard, but on one particular occasion, Damian led the charge. He started with talking about him and his family. There were dynamics at play in his family life that he was sure she’d understand. And understand she did. They shared a couple of laughs along with a couple of drinks. Maybe that had loosened things up, or perhaps Tyra was already coming around to things too. Either way, they managed to talk things out. It wasn’t perfect, as if anything ever was. But it was a start, and it would allow them to move past things; because they were a team at the end of the day.
Which is why Damian was so concerned when he had gotten the summons that he did from Tyra. He’d been lounging in his quarters, doing some writing, when she’d called. It sounded urgent and something else. Something Damian couldn’t quite pin down. It wasn’t so much concern, but it had that quality to it. Either way, Coleman took it seriously, and had changed into uniform just in case. If there was something immediate that needed to be acted upon, he wanted to be ready to execute those actions directly after the meeting.
“Commander,” Ziggy passed him in the hallway as she did a duty patrol with another officer.
“Ziggy!” he exclaimed with a big smile, “keeping busy even on shore leave I see.”
“I could say the same about you,” the enlisted Andorian chuckled and pointed toward his uniform, “you know something we don’t?”
“Not yet,” the smile soured into a frown, knowing that him being readied would get spread about the ship and station in short order.
“Well, good luck sir,” Ziggy gave a mischievous smirk and wink, before carrying on.
Stepping up to the door, Coleman pushed the button for the door chime. There wasn’t much time in between him pushing it, and Tyra calling for him to enter. The doors whooshed apart, allowing a heavy air to settle out of the room, and revealed Cera and Tyra. It was obvious the quartermaster and captain were already having a conversation, and by reading their body language and faces, that there were some difficult decisions on the table. Damian loosened his own body some, hoping to bring a different energy into the room than what was already present. Even then, he girded himself mentally for what was next.
“Hey Cera,” he nodded to her first as he crossed into the room, before turning his attention to Tyra.
“Sounded urgent,” his words were punctuated by the doors closing behind him, “so I got the formals on.”
Damian gave a light chuckle as he showed his uniform off to the present company. Then he walked closer, creating a triangle between the three of them.
“What’s going on? We aren’t at war are we?”
The last part wasn’t a poor attempt at humor. It was something that was actually a concern of his. After everything that had happened with the Brittany, Coleman was growing increasingly worried that that was where things were headed. It was obvious that tensions were rising on the borders, and conversations that Tyra had with brass affected her enough for Damian to feel the tension.
== tag Tyra ==
Walking through the corridors, Coleman felt his body rebelling against the fabric of the uniform that he’d put on. Shore leave had been fantastic for him. A chance to stretch his legs, relax some, and enjoy some downtime. Which, apparently, he’d become accustomed to the more casual wear that he’d been in for the last long while aboard DS9.
There'd been his time spent meeting people on the station, and that had gone a long way to alleviating some of his stresses. Though there were the conversations that he’d had with his sister Anita. Oh, there was the usual family drama. That never went away, and was ever present with every conversation between him and his older sister. Despite that, Anita had some wisdom for him when it came to working through whatever was sitting between him and Tyra. That helped Damian immensely, as she broke down the possibilities for where his captain was coming from. Not that he didn’t already understand it, but his sister had a way of talking about things that somehow clarified things. Made them easier to understand and internalize. Not that it always translated into Damian agreeing with her, but it helped.
Then there was actually sitting down with Tyra. After one of his chats with Anita, Damian decided not to go straight into shop talk. Getting Tyra to open up about things was often hard, but on one particular occasion, Damian led the charge. He started with talking about him and his family. There were dynamics at play in his family life that he was sure she’d understand. And understand she did. They shared a couple of laughs along with a couple of drinks. Maybe that had loosened things up, or perhaps Tyra was already coming around to things too. Either way, they managed to talk things out. It wasn’t perfect, as if anything ever was. But it was a start, and it would allow them to move past things; because they were a team at the end of the day.
Which is why Damian was so concerned when he had gotten the summons that he did from Tyra. He’d been lounging in his quarters, doing some writing, when she’d called. It sounded urgent and something else. Something Damian couldn’t quite pin down. It wasn’t so much concern, but it had that quality to it. Either way, Coleman took it seriously, and had changed into uniform just in case. If there was something immediate that needed to be acted upon, he wanted to be ready to execute those actions directly after the meeting.
“Commander,” Ziggy passed him in the hallway as she did a duty patrol with another officer.
“Ziggy!” he exclaimed with a big smile, “keeping busy even on shore leave I see.”
“I could say the same about you,” the enlisted Andorian chuckled and pointed toward his uniform, “you know something we don’t?”
“Not yet,” the smile soured into a frown, knowing that him being readied would get spread about the ship and station in short order.
“Well, good luck sir,” Ziggy gave a mischievous smirk and wink, before carrying on.
Stepping up to the door, Coleman pushed the button for the door chime. There wasn’t much time in between him pushing it, and Tyra calling for him to enter. The doors whooshed apart, allowing a heavy air to settle out of the room, and revealed Cera and Tyra. It was obvious the quartermaster and captain were already having a conversation, and by reading their body language and faces, that there were some difficult decisions on the table. Damian loosened his own body some, hoping to bring a different energy into the room than what was already present. Even then, he girded himself mentally for what was next.
“Hey Cera,” he nodded to her first as he crossed into the room, before turning his attention to Tyra.
“Sounded urgent,” his words were punctuated by the doors closing behind him, “so I got the formals on.”
Damian gave a light chuckle as he showed his uniform off to the present company. Then he walked closer, creating a triangle between the three of them.
“What’s going on? We aren’t at war are we?”
The last part wasn’t a poor attempt at humor. It was something that was actually a concern of his. After everything that had happened with the Brittany, Coleman was growing increasingly worried that that was where things were headed. It was obvious that tensions were rising on the borders, and conversations that Tyra had with brass affected her enough for Damian to feel the tension.
== tag Tyra ==