05-27-2024, 10:38 PM
== After Artemis docking ==
It felt strange being back on DS9 again. Mara hadn’t particularly liked the place much last time she was here, but right now she was feeling a lot more appreciative of its charms. Artemis’ last mission had been a disaster. No-one on that away team had come back in a good mood and on a crew as close-knit as theirs, that had been felt by everyone. They needed to reset before they went back out there. This was as good a place as any to do that.
Definitely wasn’t the first mission fail I’ve been part of. Probably the one that stings the most though Calleja thought to herself as she walked. What have we got to show for all that? Square root of fuck all. A ship that’s been so stripped out even the Cardies were gonna junk it.
Mara hadn’t been inclined to be sociable at all, wanting to hit the gym and brood rather than see the sights, but then Cera Morgan of all people had turned up at her door. That had been unexpected. What was even more unexpected was that she had come bearing a request from Captain Crawford. The boss wanted to meet and clear the air. Mara had agreed instantly, been given the time and the location, and had thanked the QM for making it happen.
She wasn’t sure whose choice the venue was but she didn’t object. Kikar’s Coffeehouse was a Bajoran place with a glowing reputation for coffee, and that was just fine with Mara. When she was on duty, she drank whatever was nearby to get through her shift just like every other caffeine fiend in Star Fleet. Off duty though, she appreciated the good stuff. No matter how uncomfortable the next hour or so was, it did at least promise to have some authentic Bajoran coffee in it to make things more bearable.
Honestly, I have no idea how this is gonna go. Am I still in the shit? I hope not. I deserved what I got on the Philly. Probably deserved worse than that to be honest. But we’ve not really seen much of each other since then. And I guess my rep doesn’t exactly scream ‘I’ve learned from my mistake’. Much more ‘I will hold a grudge until we’re both bleached bones in the ground’, however true that ain’t any more.
Mara was off duty and dressed accordingly in black cargo pants, boots and a sleeveless olive green top that showed off her broad shoulders and the heavy muscle tone on her arms. That morning she’d redone her side-shave, the left side of her head shaved back to bare caramel skin and her dark hair braided and hanging over her right shoulder. Force of habit meant she was carrying, the holster Okehampton and Sydesh had given her clipped to her belt with a type II and a knife safely wrapped in the leather.
She found Kikar’s without too many problems and stepped inside, finding a table for 2 in the corner and sinking into the chair. A server came over.
“What can I get you?” he asked.
“Uh…” Mara looked over at the menu boards, and then back at the server. “Y’know what, you know the menu way better than I do. Can you fix me your best real Bajoran coffee please? The good stuff. And somethin’ to eat with it. I got company comin’ imminently.”
The server tilted his head and then nodded.
“OK. I got you,” he said. “I know just the one.”
He was still at the table when a familiar figure was spotted on her way down the promenade…
== Tag boss! ==
It felt strange being back on DS9 again. Mara hadn’t particularly liked the place much last time she was here, but right now she was feeling a lot more appreciative of its charms. Artemis’ last mission had been a disaster. No-one on that away team had come back in a good mood and on a crew as close-knit as theirs, that had been felt by everyone. They needed to reset before they went back out there. This was as good a place as any to do that.
Definitely wasn’t the first mission fail I’ve been part of. Probably the one that stings the most though Calleja thought to herself as she walked. What have we got to show for all that? Square root of fuck all. A ship that’s been so stripped out even the Cardies were gonna junk it.
Mara hadn’t been inclined to be sociable at all, wanting to hit the gym and brood rather than see the sights, but then Cera Morgan of all people had turned up at her door. That had been unexpected. What was even more unexpected was that she had come bearing a request from Captain Crawford. The boss wanted to meet and clear the air. Mara had agreed instantly, been given the time and the location, and had thanked the QM for making it happen.
She wasn’t sure whose choice the venue was but she didn’t object. Kikar’s Coffeehouse was a Bajoran place with a glowing reputation for coffee, and that was just fine with Mara. When she was on duty, she drank whatever was nearby to get through her shift just like every other caffeine fiend in Star Fleet. Off duty though, she appreciated the good stuff. No matter how uncomfortable the next hour or so was, it did at least promise to have some authentic Bajoran coffee in it to make things more bearable.
Honestly, I have no idea how this is gonna go. Am I still in the shit? I hope not. I deserved what I got on the Philly. Probably deserved worse than that to be honest. But we’ve not really seen much of each other since then. And I guess my rep doesn’t exactly scream ‘I’ve learned from my mistake’. Much more ‘I will hold a grudge until we’re both bleached bones in the ground’, however true that ain’t any more.
Mara was off duty and dressed accordingly in black cargo pants, boots and a sleeveless olive green top that showed off her broad shoulders and the heavy muscle tone on her arms. That morning she’d redone her side-shave, the left side of her head shaved back to bare caramel skin and her dark hair braided and hanging over her right shoulder. Force of habit meant she was carrying, the holster Okehampton and Sydesh had given her clipped to her belt with a type II and a knife safely wrapped in the leather.
She found Kikar’s without too many problems and stepped inside, finding a table for 2 in the corner and sinking into the chair. A server came over.
“What can I get you?” he asked.
“Uh…” Mara looked over at the menu boards, and then back at the server. “Y’know what, you know the menu way better than I do. Can you fix me your best real Bajoran coffee please? The good stuff. And somethin’ to eat with it. I got company comin’ imminently.”
The server tilted his head and then nodded.
“OK. I got you,” he said. “I know just the one.”
He was still at the table when a familiar figure was spotted on her way down the promenade…
== Tag boss! ==