06-12-2024, 03:45 PM
==Temp Security NPC Tabitha Rotterdam (Human)==
Tabby was bored. Oh so bored. Every other rotation, a Security crewmember was to sit on the Bridge - or rather, stand, since there wasn’t a Security station. There were auxiliary stations, sure, but Captain Braggins wasn’t big on Chief d’Tor’an keeping an extra eye on her. At least, that’s what the rumor mill said. The two women still weren’t exactly friendly after d’Tor’an had tried to kick Braggins out of the Captain’s chair last mission. Was it mutiny, or miscommunication? No one seemed to fully know the answer except those that had been on the Bridge at the time in question - and no one was telling the Lower Deckers.
Twirling a strand of hair, Tabs let out a loud sigh. No one seemed to care that she was bored, and so likewise, no one seemed to care about her sighing. The Bridge hummed with busywork, and Tabby wondered if life would have been more exciting had she gone for that position on Starbase 27.
“Contact bearing identical to previous ghost contact half an hour ago. Can you confirm contact and heading?”
The Chief Tactical Officer was speaking, and Tabby tilted her head like a Golden Retriever. It seemed that a stray speck of dust had gotten the attention of the Bridge crew, and therefore, the officer tasked with watching them.
“Confirmed, Lieutenant. Contact is moving toward the Talarian border. Attempting to pin it down.” The Tactical team sure seemed like they were having fun! Tabby smiled ironically as she watched them chase down the sensor blip. She scratched the back of her head; the itch kept moving, and Tabby planned to take a shower after this shift.
Tabby was bored. Oh so bored. Every other rotation, a Security crewmember was to sit on the Bridge - or rather, stand, since there wasn’t a Security station. There were auxiliary stations, sure, but Captain Braggins wasn’t big on Chief d’Tor’an keeping an extra eye on her. At least, that’s what the rumor mill said. The two women still weren’t exactly friendly after d’Tor’an had tried to kick Braggins out of the Captain’s chair last mission. Was it mutiny, or miscommunication? No one seemed to fully know the answer except those that had been on the Bridge at the time in question - and no one was telling the Lower Deckers.
Twirling a strand of hair, Tabs let out a loud sigh. No one seemed to care that she was bored, and so likewise, no one seemed to care about her sighing. The Bridge hummed with busywork, and Tabby wondered if life would have been more exciting had she gone for that position on Starbase 27.
“Contact bearing identical to previous ghost contact half an hour ago. Can you confirm contact and heading?”
The Chief Tactical Officer was speaking, and Tabby tilted her head like a Golden Retriever. It seemed that a stray speck of dust had gotten the attention of the Bridge crew, and therefore, the officer tasked with watching them.
“Confirmed, Lieutenant. Contact is moving toward the Talarian border. Attempting to pin it down.” The Tactical team sure seemed like they were having fun! Tabby smiled ironically as she watched them chase down the sensor blip. She scratched the back of her head; the itch kept moving, and Tabby planned to take a shower after this shift.