05-29-2024, 01:26 PM
== 3 Days before the RR, probably 4 Days before Calleja Meeting ==
>> Artemis - CO Quarters >>
By the time Tyra's feet had exchanged Artemis' decking for DS9's, she was fueled purely by anger, bording on rage, as she charged forward on what amounted to a warpath. To the point that she didn't care that she was wearing leggings, an oversized t-shirt and had almost left her quarters without shoes before throwing on the first pair she could find.
And yet, even as un-captainly as she currently appeared, people moved out of her way like she was parting the Red Sea. And those that didn't quickly regretted their deficiency in survival instincts.
It wasn't until she stepped into DS9's Security Office and was met with six pairs of confused and puzzled gazes that she briefly considered what she must look like with her long red hair swept and messy from stalking across the station and her lounge clothes that she would never have intended to wear outside of her quarters on any other condition. In fact, if she had been one of these young security officers, she likely would have had serious concerns for her sanity, assuming she'd even know who she was.
"Uh, ma'am, are you lost? The medical facility is one deck down," one of the young men started to say as he rose from his chair, likely intending to escort her out.
"The only person that's going to need a medical facility is you if you keep that up. You're holding one of my officers and I'd like to see him immediately," Tyra stated, her words sharp and cutting. Her gaze was likely even sharper as the outspoken ensign seemed to visibly wilt back into his chair.
"We only have one occupant at the moment and he's not taking visitors at this time," one of the other ensigns spoke up. "You'll have to come back later."
Tyra's blue eyes shifted to that ensign with lightning fast reflexes and she was about to verbally pounce on him when the lieutenant at the back of the room cleared his throat.
"Captain, it's, uh, good to see you again. I believe we can accommodate you for a quick visit," the lieutenant said, his words coming out quickly as he moved past his companions and made a motion towards one of the doors. Clearly, trying to prevent any bloodshed.
"You were a guest instructor for my ground fighting class my third year and I also attended a number of your lectures during my fourth year. Captain Lawrence always spoke very highly of you," the young man explained quietly as he lead her to the door. "The Chief comes back in about thirty minutes from his usual coffee break so you might want to be gone before then, ma'am. I'll make sure the recording is off."
The door yawned open at their approach but Tyra paused long enough to offer the young man a small smile. "Thank you, Lieutenant."
However, that small smile disappeared as soon as she crossed the threshold to the holding cells, her blue eyes shifting from empty cell to empty cell before she found the lone occupant. And she cleared the distance in record speed, all of the wind back in her sails by the time she arrived.
"What the Hell were you thinking? Are you that big of a ****** idiot? I thought you were the smarter one but even Nathan wouldn't have done something this catastrophically idiotic."
== Tag! ==
>> Artemis - CO Quarters >>
By the time Tyra's feet had exchanged Artemis' decking for DS9's, she was fueled purely by anger, bording on rage, as she charged forward on what amounted to a warpath. To the point that she didn't care that she was wearing leggings, an oversized t-shirt and had almost left her quarters without shoes before throwing on the first pair she could find.
And yet, even as un-captainly as she currently appeared, people moved out of her way like she was parting the Red Sea. And those that didn't quickly regretted their deficiency in survival instincts.
It wasn't until she stepped into DS9's Security Office and was met with six pairs of confused and puzzled gazes that she briefly considered what she must look like with her long red hair swept and messy from stalking across the station and her lounge clothes that she would never have intended to wear outside of her quarters on any other condition. In fact, if she had been one of these young security officers, she likely would have had serious concerns for her sanity, assuming she'd even know who she was.
"Uh, ma'am, are you lost? The medical facility is one deck down," one of the young men started to say as he rose from his chair, likely intending to escort her out.
"The only person that's going to need a medical facility is you if you keep that up. You're holding one of my officers and I'd like to see him immediately," Tyra stated, her words sharp and cutting. Her gaze was likely even sharper as the outspoken ensign seemed to visibly wilt back into his chair.
"We only have one occupant at the moment and he's not taking visitors at this time," one of the other ensigns spoke up. "You'll have to come back later."
Tyra's blue eyes shifted to that ensign with lightning fast reflexes and she was about to verbally pounce on him when the lieutenant at the back of the room cleared his throat.
"Captain, it's, uh, good to see you again. I believe we can accommodate you for a quick visit," the lieutenant said, his words coming out quickly as he moved past his companions and made a motion towards one of the doors. Clearly, trying to prevent any bloodshed.
"You were a guest instructor for my ground fighting class my third year and I also attended a number of your lectures during my fourth year. Captain Lawrence always spoke very highly of you," the young man explained quietly as he lead her to the door. "The Chief comes back in about thirty minutes from his usual coffee break so you might want to be gone before then, ma'am. I'll make sure the recording is off."
The door yawned open at their approach but Tyra paused long enough to offer the young man a small smile. "Thank you, Lieutenant."
However, that small smile disappeared as soon as she crossed the threshold to the holding cells, her blue eyes shifting from empty cell to empty cell before she found the lone occupant. And she cleared the distance in record speed, all of the wind back in her sails by the time she arrived.
"What the Hell were you thinking? Are you that big of a ****** idiot? I thought you were the smarter one but even Nathan wouldn't have done something this catastrophically idiotic."
== Tag! ==