09-06-2023, 10:57 PM
==Elias Timeline - after quarters but before engineering==
Benjamin stalked the hallway towards the ready room, cursing his big mouth. Of course a disaster begins to loom, he thought as he recalled how he'd tempted fate. And now here he is, called to the captain's office before he could get any more coffee than the raktajino he'd had in his quarters and with nary a word as to what it was about. He had a feeling he knew, and he was almost afraid to face Tyra if she were acting not as a captain but as Cera's long-time friend. Suddenly he regretted the gift of the sword he'd made, and wondered if he was going to be the first Starfleet officer beheaded by his own captain - or possibly worse.
But, of course, there wasn't anything for it. His captain had called, and he was duty bound to answer. Also, he was pretty sure that if Cera or even Tyra had it out for him they would strike when he wasn't expecting it, and that death would be the least of his worries. He rubbed his forehead, somehow feeling the static that crinkled across his artificial eye as he did so, and pressed the door chime before he had time to reconsider that duty. She let him in fairly quickly, and Benjamin stepped into the captain's sanctum.
Somehow, it felt wrong for her to not have her dog in her office and the room felt a little emptier as a result. He couldn't help but note the fact that her office was a little disheveled, as if another meeting had taken place here not too long prior. He made the assumption that recall was going to happen soon, and assumed that Cera had been here. Part of him wished she still was, but as he took in Tyra's face and he knew there were deeper problems to solve. He presumed that if this were about the quartermaster she would look angry and frustrated.
Instead, she looked irritated but determined, a look he'd seen on her before. Specifically, it reminded him of that Kazon outpost they had helped to defend. It spoke to having to clean up someone else's mess, but knowing that there was nothing for it but to get on with the job and get it done. He assumed that they had been given their mission; what he didn't know was why exactly she'd summoned him, particularly alone. He walked up to her desk, trying - and only partially succeeding - in banishing the tiredness he still felt.
"How can I help, Captain?" he said to her. He dispensed with anything resembling chit-chat and cut straight to the matter at hand; this wasn't the time.
==Tag Tyra==
Benjamin stalked the hallway towards the ready room, cursing his big mouth. Of course a disaster begins to loom, he thought as he recalled how he'd tempted fate. And now here he is, called to the captain's office before he could get any more coffee than the raktajino he'd had in his quarters and with nary a word as to what it was about. He had a feeling he knew, and he was almost afraid to face Tyra if she were acting not as a captain but as Cera's long-time friend. Suddenly he regretted the gift of the sword he'd made, and wondered if he was going to be the first Starfleet officer beheaded by his own captain - or possibly worse.
But, of course, there wasn't anything for it. His captain had called, and he was duty bound to answer. Also, he was pretty sure that if Cera or even Tyra had it out for him they would strike when he wasn't expecting it, and that death would be the least of his worries. He rubbed his forehead, somehow feeling the static that crinkled across his artificial eye as he did so, and pressed the door chime before he had time to reconsider that duty. She let him in fairly quickly, and Benjamin stepped into the captain's sanctum.
Somehow, it felt wrong for her to not have her dog in her office and the room felt a little emptier as a result. He couldn't help but note the fact that her office was a little disheveled, as if another meeting had taken place here not too long prior. He made the assumption that recall was going to happen soon, and assumed that Cera had been here. Part of him wished she still was, but as he took in Tyra's face and he knew there were deeper problems to solve. He presumed that if this were about the quartermaster she would look angry and frustrated.
Instead, she looked irritated but determined, a look he'd seen on her before. Specifically, it reminded him of that Kazon outpost they had helped to defend. It spoke to having to clean up someone else's mess, but knowing that there was nothing for it but to get on with the job and get it done. He assumed that they had been given their mission; what he didn't know was why exactly she'd summoned him, particularly alone. He walked up to her desk, trying - and only partially succeeding - in banishing the tiredness he still felt.
"How can I help, Captain?" he said to her. He dispensed with anything resembling chit-chat and cut straight to the matter at hand; this wasn't the time.
==Tag Tyra==