06-25-2024, 09:04 PM
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Art felt like she was rushing down to the transporter room, and had to stop herself a few yards away from stomping into the room as if someone in there was in trouble. She ended up walking into the room still feeling (and looking) angry. Two people were already there: Peter, and a new person she had no inkling of; certainly two people did not want to be indirectly mad at.
“Jimmy almost knocked out West,” she explained quickly to the First Officer. “He’ll be escorting her to Sickbay and then running laps for a week. I figured I’d just come over instead, ask if you want me to go on this inspection, or if you want someone greener.”
She turned to the medical midshipman and introduced herself. “Chief d’Tor’an, Security.”
“Classic Jimmy.” Remarked the transporter operator. His quip required no reply, but did earn him a knowing glance from the COS.
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Art felt like she was rushing down to the transporter room, and had to stop herself a few yards away from stomping into the room as if someone in there was in trouble. She ended up walking into the room still feeling (and looking) angry. Two people were already there: Peter, and a new person she had no inkling of; certainly two people did not want to be indirectly mad at.
“Jimmy almost knocked out West,” she explained quickly to the First Officer. “He’ll be escorting her to Sickbay and then running laps for a week. I figured I’d just come over instead, ask if you want me to go on this inspection, or if you want someone greener.”
She turned to the medical midshipman and introduced herself. “Chief d’Tor’an, Security.”
“Classic Jimmy.” Remarked the transporter operator. His quip required no reply, but did earn him a knowing glance from the COS.
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