09-04-2024, 03:01 PM
>> Briefing Room >>
Tyra didn't actually recall the steps she'd taken between the briefing room and her ready room or whether she'd taken the back way or the more expedient route through the bridge. In fact, she didn't recall whether she'd surveyed the bare bones of her office when she'd entered either.
Actually, her first conscious recollection was purging what was left of her lunch and the coffee she'd tried to sip as her nightmare unfolded down the hall, her throat burning as she'd leaned her forehead against the cool metal and prayed for some mercy on her soul.
By the time she'd exited her bathroom suite, she, at least, felt some semblance of humanity returning to her. The nausea had receeded and while the storm of emotions was still there, it felt like she might have found the eye of the storm. It was enough to give her hope that she could stumble through the next few hours of necessary tasks before she either found her bed or more likely found another coping mechanism.
Her blue eyes surveyed the room consciously this time. It was sterile and sanitized as if it had waited patiently for a new owner. There was a duffel bag next to the door that she assumed was Givens but other than that, there were no signs that there had almost been a new occupant of the room.
It took her a moment to settle her gaze on the desk, which was not as sterile as she'd originally thought. Tucked back behind the console was a to-go coffee cup from the same coffee shop she'd met Calleja at what felt like months ago, steaming rising from the cup still. There was also another container of what looked to be dinner, though she couldn't tell what through the condensation on the lid, and a napkin with a brownie. She might have assumed these were Givens' if it weren't for the brownie and the way two PADDs were stacked on top of the coffee cup in a manner Cera perfected to ensure she didn't neglect them in her rush for caffeine.
To avoid considering when Cera brought the particular offerings, she added thanking Cera and finding Mara to her growing to do list. The saving grace was that while the former could be done at anytime, the latter needed to wait until everything had cooled off a little. However, probably before launch...as if Tyra had spare hours at this point.
Not feeling overly adventurous, she shifted the food out of the way but she scooped up the coffee cup as if it was something precious, its warmth seeping into her cold fingers. The smell of her favorite coffee blend brought the barest of smiles to her lips as she picked up the top PADD. It held the mission particulars as well as a very detailed account of what she had missed in her absence. Based on the fine details, she was fairly certain Cera had been keeping a running record as if she had full confidence in Tyra's return.
The second PADD held the list she had requested not even fifteen minutes earlier. It started with the most obvious options, Omdor and Givens. Mayfair and Miller, both having just completed their command training, were both listed as well. From there, it ventured to the external, offering names both familiar and unfamiliar to her. Some jumped out as possibilities while others were immediately dismissed but Tyra was well aware that she needed to choose wisely. The person to temporarily -- and she had to believe it was temporary, that Damian would survive this, even if it required calling in every favor she possessed -- had to be selected with the big picture in mind, with an understanding of just tenuous everything was. And yet, it also needed to be someone she could trust to act in the crew's best interest, even if she couldn't.
She ran a hand over her face as she tried to decide what to handle first. There were calls that needed to be made, answers gained from Bill and nerves soothed by Thomas. The list at her fingertips added more calls to her list because the time crunch and the isolation of DS9 vastly limited her access to candidates she already knew. What she wouldn't give for Logan or Sierra or Jason or Jenny...or...
How late is it on Bajor? she mentally calculated as she shifted the priorities of her calls, knowing that both Bill and Thomas could wait a few moments longer if it meant her headache was lessened even a little.
It seemed to take forever for the channel to connect once she'd made her decision, uncharacteristic doubts about whether he'd even answer this late -- not that he'd be sleeping -- flitting about until he did. And then, her lips had curved into the most genuine smile of the last week as she greeted him with the faintest of hopes that he might be able to help her right the world just a little.
== TBC @ launch ==
Tyra didn't actually recall the steps she'd taken between the briefing room and her ready room or whether she'd taken the back way or the more expedient route through the bridge. In fact, she didn't recall whether she'd surveyed the bare bones of her office when she'd entered either.
Actually, her first conscious recollection was purging what was left of her lunch and the coffee she'd tried to sip as her nightmare unfolded down the hall, her throat burning as she'd leaned her forehead against the cool metal and prayed for some mercy on her soul.
By the time she'd exited her bathroom suite, she, at least, felt some semblance of humanity returning to her. The nausea had receeded and while the storm of emotions was still there, it felt like she might have found the eye of the storm. It was enough to give her hope that she could stumble through the next few hours of necessary tasks before she either found her bed or more likely found another coping mechanism.
Her blue eyes surveyed the room consciously this time. It was sterile and sanitized as if it had waited patiently for a new owner. There was a duffel bag next to the door that she assumed was Givens but other than that, there were no signs that there had almost been a new occupant of the room.
It took her a moment to settle her gaze on the desk, which was not as sterile as she'd originally thought. Tucked back behind the console was a to-go coffee cup from the same coffee shop she'd met Calleja at what felt like months ago, steaming rising from the cup still. There was also another container of what looked to be dinner, though she couldn't tell what through the condensation on the lid, and a napkin with a brownie. She might have assumed these were Givens' if it weren't for the brownie and the way two PADDs were stacked on top of the coffee cup in a manner Cera perfected to ensure she didn't neglect them in her rush for caffeine.
To avoid considering when Cera brought the particular offerings, she added thanking Cera and finding Mara to her growing to do list. The saving grace was that while the former could be done at anytime, the latter needed to wait until everything had cooled off a little. However, probably before launch...as if Tyra had spare hours at this point.
Not feeling overly adventurous, she shifted the food out of the way but she scooped up the coffee cup as if it was something precious, its warmth seeping into her cold fingers. The smell of her favorite coffee blend brought the barest of smiles to her lips as she picked up the top PADD. It held the mission particulars as well as a very detailed account of what she had missed in her absence. Based on the fine details, she was fairly certain Cera had been keeping a running record as if she had full confidence in Tyra's return.
The second PADD held the list she had requested not even fifteen minutes earlier. It started with the most obvious options, Omdor and Givens. Mayfair and Miller, both having just completed their command training, were both listed as well. From there, it ventured to the external, offering names both familiar and unfamiliar to her. Some jumped out as possibilities while others were immediately dismissed but Tyra was well aware that she needed to choose wisely. The person to temporarily -- and she had to believe it was temporary, that Damian would survive this, even if it required calling in every favor she possessed -- had to be selected with the big picture in mind, with an understanding of just tenuous everything was. And yet, it also needed to be someone she could trust to act in the crew's best interest, even if she couldn't.
She ran a hand over her face as she tried to decide what to handle first. There were calls that needed to be made, answers gained from Bill and nerves soothed by Thomas. The list at her fingertips added more calls to her list because the time crunch and the isolation of DS9 vastly limited her access to candidates she already knew. What she wouldn't give for Logan or Sierra or Jason or Jenny...or...
How late is it on Bajor? she mentally calculated as she shifted the priorities of her calls, knowing that both Bill and Thomas could wait a few moments longer if it meant her headache was lessened even a little.
It seemed to take forever for the channel to connect once she'd made her decision, uncharacteristic doubts about whether he'd even answer this late -- not that he'd be sleeping -- flitting about until he did. And then, her lips had curved into the most genuine smile of the last week as she greeted him with the faintest of hopes that he might be able to help her right the world just a little.
== TBC @ launch ==