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Post by aoibheni on Apr 23, 2018 18:50:55 GMT
I mean, he piloted part of a ship once, but it didn't end well. oooouch
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Post by Einar on May 8, 2018 12:39:40 GMT
Ensign Jeremiah Perez-Rome, Navigation Officer Stardate 11805.07 Location: U.S.S. Zorya, NCC-86273
"Wet rag"
Jeremiah calmly locked the course in after engaging the warp drive, and ran his hands over the console, making sure that all systems were green and that the navigation deflector was set before signaling for his replacement.
He stood up, feeling as if in a dream as the Bridge crew worked around him. Engineers on ladders repairing the ventilation system and replacing fried circuitry, random crewmen manning the Auxiliary stations and delivering reports. He locked eyes with Captain Ishihara for a second and nodded as he glided past the command circle and towards the back of the Bridge for the Head.
The doors swooshed open and closed behind him, leaving the noise and movement behind him. Bringing him a moment of peace in the sterile environment.
He looked ahead at the mirror at the far wall and barely recognized himself as the person before him looked paler, his eyes bloodshot and somehow he looked older, more frail.
Before he could even think, he ran to the faucet beneath the mirror and vomited in the clear white basin, emptying the contents of his stomach until nothing but bile trickled out of his mouth, causing him to heave as his fingers gripped the sides of the basin, turning the same shade of white.
Jer jerked as he heard a door of a stall to his side open and made eye contact with a young woman stepping out of a bathroom stall, her eyes puffy and red from crying. The woman smiled sadly at him through the mirror before stepping up to his side, activating the faucet next to his and washing up before grabbing a paper towel to dry off her shaking hands.
The two shared a moment in silence, since nothing needed saying.
The woman grabbed another towel and handed it to Jeremiah who took it and wiped his mouth. "Thanks"
She merely smiled and stepped away before stopping in her tracks and reaching out, putting a hand on his shoulder for mere seconds before heading out the door.
Jeremiah watched in the mirror as the doors closed behind her, leaving him alone once more.
He didn´t want to go back out there.
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Post by aoibheni on May 8, 2018 14:51:33 GMT
That slow walk to the restroom is so nicely described, E. Loved all of this. And I think it was a great idea to have someone else in there too. Shows it's not just him reacting strongly to everything that's happened.
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Post by Einar on Sept 4, 2018 7:07:05 GMT
Ensign Jeremiah Perez-Rome, Navigation Officer Stardate 11808.27 Location: U.S.S. Zorya, NCC-86273 - Shuttle Bay One
Joint log with Rob as CSO LtJg Eli Stark
Jeremiah sprang to his feet as the Captain approved them leaving the Bridge and signaled for Bleet to take over his station before rushing over to the Turbolift where Lieutenant Stark was already waiting. He knew his plan was wishful thinking more than proper theory at this stage, but he knew his own capabilities as a shuttle pilot, and if the shuttle could hold up he could do this.
"Sir..shuttlebay?" he asked as he got into the lift, momentarily forgetting his heartbreak as adrenaline took over.
Eli nodded, still trying to process everything that had happened in the last few hours. He didn’t notice the silence in the turbolift until it came to a halt at the main shuttle bay. Snapping back to the present with a slight start, Eli nodded and gave a weak smile to Rome as they walked the corridor to the shuttle bay.
“I’ll start on the alterations to the shields, the radiation surges are going to be just as dangerous as the gravimetric shear when you get in there.” He handed a PADD to Jeremiah, “Pull up the navigational sensors, these calibrations should allow for better detection of the gravity and radiation bursts.”
'Aye sir, I also will ask the Doc for a shot of hyronalin for me and the....passengers, together with the shielding that should see us through....I´d rather not see my DNA unravel too much" he said taking the PADD, his voice trailing off as Stark moved away swiftly.
Stark headed to the rear of the shuttle and removed the access panel covering the shield emitters while Jeremiah opened the shuttle doors to get access to the control panel embedded in the frame. For a few moments, the silence hung heavily again until he decided against his better judgment to broach the subject. “I’m sorry….that it wasn’t him. Your uncle I mean.” He trailed off for a moment. “Honestly, I think all of us who served on the Hyperion were hoping for the same thing.”.
Jeremiah´s hand froze over the LCARS "Aye sir....I know my dad would have wanted that to be the case." he stook his head out the frame "But thank you sir"
Stark nodded and smiled weakly again as he thought back. “He was an interesting man…your uncle. Not going to lie, he was challenging.” He nodded to himself again, “Very challenging. There were times I was conflicted by some of the things he would ask of us, things that just didn’t seem right to me….” He trailed off for a moment, trying to find the right words. “I think it’s just the difference between someone who hasn’t been there and seen as much as he had. Sometimes I wonder if my ideals are just unrealistic, maybe I’m just naïve to how the world really works.” Stark adjusted the shield emitter’s output sensors to adjust to fluctuations in the gravitational eddies the shuttle would encounter closer to the aperture, then replaced the panel cover and moved to the shield control console. Eli fell silent, thinking about not just his time on the Hyperion, but everything that had come after. He thought about the Federations division, his father being a part of the True Federation all along, his sister leaving to join him.
“Maybe I’m just wrong about all of it.”
He swallowed the emotion as it tried to well up again like it had so many times since it had all began and clenched his jaw as he turned to Rome. ” But I’ll tell you one thing your uncle taught me, something he taught us all. What we all think the Federation is supposed to be, HOW we’re supposed to uphold the ideals it’s built on is something we may never agree on. However, we all agree it’s worth fighting for, and what makes it worth fighting for are the people in it.” Eli tapped another sequence into the shield control console and looks back to Rome again. “I might not like the idea of taking this risk without more time, but I know what your uncle would say…that there are members of our crew down there waiting for us…that it’s a risk worth taking, and I think he’d be proud of you for taking it.”
Jeremiah merely stared at the console, his right hand shaking above the interface as he listened to the man he had perhaps only exchanged pleasantries with in passing up until now share something very personal "I never cared for his approval...he may have been a hero to some, but in the news and whispers at the Academy....and trust me there were always whispers, he was a cautionary tale". Jeremiah lowered his hand and stepped out the shuttle doors to look at Stark "And I don´t think your values are stupid sir. I share those values, where I think he did not...."
He nodded at Stark while moving over to a trolley nearby, picking up an ODN decoupler "And these are your people down there also....we will get them.”
Eli smiled. His reaction surprised even himself a little, smiling wasn’t the first reaction you’d think one would have to an exchange like this, but he did all the same. Maybe it wasn’t just his family that seemed fractured and broken, maybe the rest of the galaxy was just as unsure as he was. For the first time since deciding to return to Starfleet he actually felt like maybe things would somehow work out, that he wasn’t as alone as he thought. He handed Rome the PADD with the final adjustments needed to sync the shuttles thruster controls to the sensor arrays detection algorithms.
“I guess no one can drive you crazier than family.”
Jer accepted the PADD "That´s why I left. Just didn´t know they´d assign me to the one ship that constantly reminds me of family". He smiled thankfully and tapped the PADD "I will input the data and make some minor adjustments to the SIF before heading back up to the Bridge sir"
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Post by Einar on Sept 5, 2018 14:56:51 GMT
Cadet Jeremiah Perez-Rome Stardate 11503.22 Location: Infirmary, Starfleet Academy, San Francisco, Earth.
"Specters" Part One
Three years earlier...
"My god, Jer. We´re going to need to regrow your second and third incisors and your left molar on top and your third incisor and left molar on bottom.....this will take days to regenerate" Ashley said as she leant over his laying form in the Student Medical facility. "Not to speak of the molding and cutting after to fix your bite!"
It was dark outside and barely a beep could be heard from the onsite equipment. "You know this would be much better handled by an ACTUAL Dentist!" she pleaded as she sat back up straight, much to the chagrin of Jer who had enjoyed her presence and warmth against his own chest.
She thrust a white piece of gauze against his mouth "Bite down on this while I get something to stop the bleeding". Jer nodded as he fought not to swallow the warm blood already pooling in his throat.
"We cndt dat" he mumbled through a clenched jaw and fabric, grabbing her arm as she had her back to him, searching through the equipment tray with shaking hands. He used his left hand to remove the cloth and spat the accumulated blood over his chest, spoiling his athletic gear "They´ll expel me for sure"
He could feel her tense up at his touch. They had been friends since Introduction day a year earlier, lovers since the freshmen ball until the day after freshman ball...and frequently awkward acquaintances ever since. "Ashley, please"
"Jeremiah...this is crazy....I shouldn´t even be here...I´m second year Med, I don´t have permis-"
He let go of her arm and spoke before placing the gauze back up to his fractured teeth "You´re the smartest Med student this school has had in decades, I trust you....and no one will know we were here".
She turned around, holding a scary looking tool with a blue light emitter on the end. A lock of hair messily strewn over her face and a slightly panicked frown. Why again did I not call her back?
"If they catch us in here...they´ll expel ME!" she exclaimed, thrusting the device into the air like a conductor of an orchestra.
"Then we´ll both be expelled and we can go live on a space hippie farm on Alpha Centauri" he said, removing the cloth from his teeth, resulting in a wince from his caretaker. "That bad huh?"
She smiled awkwardly "If anything it´s an improvement".
Jeremiah laughed at that, sending some more blood splattering out over his gear, some drops fizzling out as they hit the sterilization field between them.
"Plus" she said, leaning in, grabbing the gauze and throwing it away as she began repairing the blood vessels in his jaw and gums "they wouldn´t expel someone of your pedigree....it would just be me tending the farms while you go on becoming a famous Captain like your -"
"Don´t" he said abruptly cutting her off, and interrupting her procedure.
"Jeremiah, I am working here to save your pretty face! Now shut up, and let me talk for once without you disappearing on me"
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Post by aoibheni on Sept 5, 2018 15:20:30 GMT
I love a good back story. There's so much to learn. ::evil grin:: Really nicely written, E. Nice mix of pathos and humour.
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Post by Einar on Sept 6, 2018 12:24:59 GMT
Cadet Jeremiah Perez-Rome Stardate 11503.22 Location: Infirmary, Starfleet Academy, San Francisco, Earth.
"Specters" Part Two Three years earlier...
"Let me see. Open up wide"
Jeremiah opened his mouth wide, revealing the shoehorn shaped device therein encompassing his teeth. The device had multiple blinking lights adorning its shell and hummed softly. He could feel a vibration as the contraption regenerated cells and helped regrow his fractured and missing teeth.
Ashley removed the device and grabbed the overhead light to better inspect the results. "Not bad...."
"Leth me thee" Jeremiah said, reaching for the overhead mirror and turned it towards his mouth, his eyes widening at the sight. "Wow, thankth....I look like Bugth Bunny"
Ashley sighed and pushed the mirror away before placing the device in the sterilization field beside the biobed. "We´re not done....we need to let these recover first, then we can use the laser cutter to -"
Jer grabbed her arm "Whoa whoa whoa....lather?"
She stood up from the stool and placed her hand on his, "It´s that or you develop an affinity for carrots I´m afraid". She grinned and stepped away as he released his grip and laid back in the seat, sighing.
Ashley Morgensen reached into her labcoat pocket and withdrew a communicator, glancing at its monitor before placing it back in her coat.
"Somewhere you needtho be?"
She grabbed a PADD from the desk and turned back, walking over to his side and sitting back down on the stool, her hands expertly moving over the controls on the handheld computer "I had made plans this evening...it´s fine, I rescheduled". She furrowed her brow and scrolled through data on the device, until she seemed to find the correct information. "The database has your dental records from when you had your entrance physical. Using the 3D model I can program the cutter to sculpt your teeth so your bite will be corrected...." she looked up at his scratched and dirtied face and smiled "we can´t have you with an overbite now can we".
"Date?"
Ashley seemed flustered as she lowered the PADD and looked at him puzzingly "What?"
"Your metthathe...a date?"
She was filled with relief, which was then followed by a rising heat to her cheeks and a sideorder of embarrasment "None of your conern, Cadet".
Jeremiah grinned, which in his current state was not a pretty picture and sat up "Thorry....juths curiouths".
Ashley sighed and shook her head "Okay we must do something about that lisp, Jer....I just want to smack you".
"You hefthe wurthst bethsith manner"
"Now you´re just being facetious"
"Fatheutheus?"
"Oh shut up and lay back down"
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Post by aoibheni on Sept 6, 2018 12:53:33 GMT
"Fatheutheus" Adorable. Í never thought I'd see Jer as cute, but I guess I do, now.
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Post by Einar on Sept 13, 2018 14:22:52 GMT
Cadet Jeremiah Perez-Rome Stardate 11503.22 Location: Infirmary, Starfleet Academy, San Francisco, Earth.
"Specters" Part Three
"What about now?"
Jer bit down, testing the accuracy of the bite as his front teeth came down without friction. "Feels goods" he said, flexing his lower jaw for no apparent reason before biting down again. "How does it look?" he asked, smiling with his teeth like a madman.
Ashley only smiled as she swiveled to her right and put the small device away. "Back to normal I´m saddened to say".
Jeremiah sat up and threw his feet over the side of the biobed, leaving them dangling off the floor. "Oh come on, atleast the lisp is gone".
"Thank the gods for small favors" she said as he finished sterilizing the equipment and placing it back where it belonged. "Jer....if they find out we were here tonight....".
"They won´t"
He looked sternly at her as she turned back to face him. "I promise, you´ll be fine"
---
"Thank you" he said to the waitress at the diner as she placed two plates of creamcheese and salmon bagles, and two cups of coffee before them. It had been two hours since they finished scrubbing down the infirmary and the sun had finally risen, bathing the San Francisco bay in its warm rays.
Without hesitation Jeremiah grabbed his bagle and bit down aggressively, soothing the hunger pains. Ashley smiled awkwardly as she bit into her own bagle and for what seemed like ages, neither of them spoke.
After devouring his breakfast, Jeremiah leaned back in the chair and grabbed his cup of now lukewarm coffee and stared at her.
"What?" Ash looked down at her scrubs, finding no crumble or bits of cheese before looking back up at his grinning face "WHAT?". She reached up and moved a lock of hair behind her ear awkwardly.
"Just thinking back to the freshman ball"
"Well...try to refrain from doing so"
"It´s pretty hard to"
She made a face and bit into her bagel, chewing thoughtfully as she looked back at him. Once she swallowed, she leant forward, placing her elbow on the table between them and resting her head on her hand. "Why did you do it?"
"You have to be a bit more specific, that was a long night...and a bit hazy"
"Not then, idiot...yesterday, why did you take on that asshat? You´re lucky she just took out your teeth"
Jeremiah just shrugged before downing the rest of his coffee. "I didn´t like her smugness"
"Yeah...well it worked out great for you mister"
"Aww come on, it´s just cosmetic damage...and your exceptionally skilled hands have repaired that" he said, before waving over at the waitress for a refill on their coffees.
"Just because I felt sorry for you"
"Nah, you like me. That´s why" he said, smirking. Taking the moment to show off his new set.
Ashley sighed comically "Flyboys"
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Post by aoibheni on Sept 13, 2018 18:31:53 GMT
Ashley doesn't stand a chance. Hah/
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Post by Einar on Sept 19, 2018 13:25:58 GMT
Cadet Jeremiah Perez-Rome Stardate 11503.22
Location: Starfleet Academy Gardens, San Francisco, Earth.
"Specters" Part Four
"What are you going to do if she tells on you?"
Jeremiah laid in the grass on Academy grounds, his fingers intertwined behind his head as he turned his head and looked at her. "She won´t, she´ll be in more trouble considering her position".
Ashley shrugged as she bit into the piece of watermelon, enjoying the soft mist of water flowing over them from the nearby water fountain. "I guess so".
"look" he said before sitting up and moving the sunglasses onto his forehead "She´s Captain of the Red´s, she´ll be thrown out of the Academy for beating up a lowerclassman....I say, her winning that fight is a blessing".
"Only you could see the silver lining in losing your teeth"
Jer smirked and furrowed his brow to knock the shades back down "No one will tell on either one of us, as there´s too much to lose".
"Why´d you do it?"
He let himself slide back down into the soft grass, enjoying the warm spring sun before answering "It was a.....personal matter". Ashley lowered her sunglasses and looked over the rim, her eyes burrowing into his skull "Jer? You owe me that much...you´ve basically hijacked 24 hours of my life".
He turned his head in her direction "Her dissertation".
"Excuse me?" she spat out a seed and reached for a wipe to clean her hands "you didn´t like it, or what?"
He sighed gently and turned his head, shying away from her look.
"He didn´t like it because it was about his uncle"
She looked up to see a tall bulky Andorian Cadet standing behind her. Tolas towered over them both, hands firmly behind his back. "It was a glorious fight....for her"
"Is this true, Jeremiah?" she asked, turning her attention back to the prone man.
"More or less" he responded plainly, not offering much in the way of explanation.
Tolas moved over to her side and sat down cross-legged. "Oh don´t be shy, Pinky. Tell her"
Jeremiah grunted annoyingly before sitting back up, looking between the both of them before speaking up. "I told you to stop calling me that"
Tolas grinned as he stole a piece of watermelon "She wrote her dissertation on the psychological affects of war on the morality of Starfleet Captains and PTSD symptoms on the frontlines. He featured prominently".
"Oh...I´m sorry" she placed a hand on Jeremiah´s knee in a show of comfort "That is not cool...but did you really have to pick a fight?"
"I wasn´t going to....until she came over to tell me her personal feelings on the matter"
"And then....?"
Tolas chuckled, his lips and cheeks wet with juice "He showed her his personal feelings"
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Post by aoibheni on Sept 19, 2018 13:57:12 GMT
I can't tell you how much I wanna read that dissertation.
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Post by Einar on Sept 26, 2018 18:33:10 GMT
Ensign Jeremiah Perez-Rome, Navigation Officer Stardate 11809.24 Location: U.S.S. Zorya, NCC-86273
"Gearheads"
Joint log with CJ as Lieutenant Inala Emeric & Ensign Jeannine Tocato.
“I don’t get how a ship leaves base in this condition,” Inala admitted. She was sat facing out the lounge window, cider in hand. She was still in-uniform, the straight-laced ensemble effectively discouraging looks at the expense of giving off the impression she was drinking on-duty.
Details.
“I mean, it wasn’t always in this condition,” mused Ensign Tocato. Tocato was a dusky-skinned human woman with a head full of mousy curls, and she was nursing a martini, the fancy stemmed glass clashing hard with the general disarray of her outfit. An open tunic sat atop a t-shirt, the slacks discarded for what appears to be pyjama bottoms and slippers.
“You look at the service records?” she added.
“No, haven’t had the chance yet.”
“She was put in during the Dominion War, sometime around the final push. I’m guessing a few maintenance cycles were skipped for convenience, and then it got bounced around the quadrant, and kind of a one-thing-after-another deal, and now it’s all too fucked to unfuck without taking the whole damn thing apart.”
“And they don’t have detailed repair histories?” asked Inala, somewhat incredulous.
“Well, sorta, but there are bits missing here and there,” Tocato explained. “We should probably do a full survey, but that would take a lot of time.”
“More than a few days?”
“... Maybe, maybe not.”
“I’ll take it to Commander Gutey in the morning,” Inala resolved, gently rubbing her eyes.
Jeremiah stepped into the mess, his uniform nowhere near his person and instead wearing casual jeans and a black formfitting ´ZORYA´ t-shirt. He strode over to the bar, ordering a large beer. Today had been a good day, even a great one despite the fact that his uncle was still dead on the bottom of the sea. Of course it had been nothing but a fantasy, hoping that he had survived somehow. Even if he had, would he care? Would his dad even care?
“Thanks” he said as the waiter handed over a large frosted pint of lager. He spun around, his eyes scanning the room and landing on Jade sitting there with a rather attractive young woman. He grinned and grabbed his pint and strolled over, throwing himself into the third chair by the window, slightly spilling some of his beer on the upholstery. “Evening ladies”
“Oh, he-” Inala began, getting cut off immediately by Tocato.
“Check out the cock of the walk over here,” she unsubtly murmured. “I'm sorry, are you actually wearing the ship shirt?”
“Fuck yeah I am” Jeremiah said before taking a sip of his beer. “This is some retro stuff right here. Hi, I´m Jeremiah. And you are?”
“Jeannine Tocato, Engineering. You a flight jock or Tac bravo? It's one of the two.”
“He’s-” started Inala.
“No no no, let him tell.” Tocato shifted in her chair, crossing her legs as she raised an inquisitive brow.
Jer placed the mug on the table and leant backwards, his arms spread out on the armrest of the pink chair. “Pilot. What gave me away?” he asked, sporting a wide grin as he checked out the...disheveled looking Engineer, raising an eyebrow at her slippers.
Tocato sighed and looked him up and down, twisting a pointed finger in a figure-eight.
“I don’t know that I have the words, it’s just a general… this,” she says.
“She’s charming, right?” joked Inala.
“I’m told I’m a bit much, and I don’t care,” Tocato declared. “People can suck it.”
Jeremiah grinned as he plopped an arm up, resting his chin on it “Oh I’m all in for that. Can I buy you another drink? I feel like celebrating tonight…..Jade here is obviously invited, she saved my ass today...a few times actually”
“It was just a heavily irradiated temporal distortion, no big whoop,” Inala mumbled, unable to keep a smile off her face as she sipped.
“She’s like quick, right?” Jeannine added, seeming to perk up a bit. “Like, she’s quick with a solution and having an idea what the problem is, and then she always has another thing to try until shit’s fixed.”
Inala just shook her head, somewhat uncomfortable with the compliment.
“Oh she´s that, alright” Jeremiah added, winking at Inala before turning his attention back to Jeaninne, eyeing her up and down “How about that drink then”
“We’re engineers,” Tocato said. “We live for drinks.”
“I… can’t disagree with that statement,” Inala added with a sigh, taking a larger sip of her cider. She seemed content to let Jeannine drive the conversation.
“I think I´m going to like Engineers….” Jeremiah turns to face the bar and waved “Sir, I have real latinum if you have a real bottle of anything proper”
The bartender looked up from polishing a large flutelike glass and raised an eyebrow before looking around for any redcollars. “Coming up”.
Jer picked up his lager and leaned back, taking a large sip “Ladies, I think it's time we got to know each other a bit better”
Inala could feel the familiar dominoes beginning to fall.
“Look at him,” said Jeannine in her loud murmur. “He thinks he’s in our league.”
She turned back to Jeremiah.
“Have you, like, looked at us at all? I mean she’s-”
“Jean,” Inala cut in, in an actual murmur, her discomfort clear. Jeannine flashed a sheepish grin before turning back to Jeremiah.
“She’s alright, but I’m clearly the hot one here. You’ve got your work cut out for you, stick jockey.”
Jeremiah laughed cautiously, nodding at the bartender as he approached with a bottle of something green and three glasses. “Whatever you say, Pajamas” he said confidently as he slid a slip of latinum out of his jeans and handed it to the bartender “Keep the change, sir….We might need some additional service later”
“Ew,” noted the barkeep, though he happily pocketed the latinum.
Jeremiah grabbed the bottle and pulled out the cork, throwing it across the room in the tradition of his ancestors before pouring the green liquid into three tall shotglasses “Here´s to Jade, for saving my life today”
“This nickname’s gonna stick, isn’t it?” Inala lamented.
“Count on it”
“Woo.” ---
Jeremiah chuckled as he picked up the half-empty bottle and filled up their glasses, accidentally spilling some of its contents on their laps as he did, leading him to laugh even harder. “I swear, you would not believe the look on their faces”
“Amusing,” said Tocato, futilely wiping at the new green stain on her favorite pajama bottoms. “Horrifying, but amusing.”
“I don't even know how that's physically possible,” mused Inala, turning her head in an apparent attempt to visualize the story.
“I mean, get enough booze involved, and a lot of shit gets possible,” remarked Tocato.
“... That's why we drink all the time, isn't it?” Inala realized, before bouncing in her seat. “Ohmygod, that's how we pull off all the miracles, huh!?”
“Just don’t tell the Captain, he might start breathalyzing us” Jeremiah added, grabbing his glass between his thumb and index finger and hurled its contents down his throat. “Had I sampled some of this before our little trip today, it might have actually gone down more smooth….not that I wasn´t amazing” he said, raising his chin jokingly, but not so jokingly. “I was damn good today...you should have seen it….the shuttle riding the stratosphere, burning plasma behind it….I have the sensor logs”
“Ohhhhh, lookit, he’s so impressed with himself,” snickered Tocato. “Textbook.”
“To be fair, we din’t die, so I guess that’s good?” Inala sort-of defended. “I mean, we flew into a storm, an’ then we beamed up these two hobos, and then we- oh, fuck.”
“What?”
“I, I, I… am drunk.”
“That’s kind of the point, silly,” observed Tocato.
“I gotta go,” insisted Inala. She set down her half-finished shot and got to her feet.
Jeremiah reached for her arm, grabbing a handful of uniform “No, come on Jade, don’t abandon us now”
The reaction was instant, and visceral, as Inala forcibly pulled away.
“DON’T!” she shouted, very loudly. “Don’t… don’t grab me. Ever.”
“Whoa there….” Jeremiah said gently, putting his hands up “I apologize…..” he looked around sheepishly, like a dog struck on the nose before looking back up “I won’t, okay. I’m sorry sir”
“Hey, it’s okay,” said Tocato, rising and stepping between the two. “It’s okay, hun. You can go, don’t worry about it.”
The tears forming in Inala’s eyes were evident as she looked between the two of them and left without a word. Tocato watched for a moment before sitting down.
“It’s okay. She’s a bit of an odd duck, but don’t worry about it. She’ll be okay when she sobers up. Probably.”
Jeremiah leant back in the chair, all facade gone as well as most of the effects of the alcohol countered by a rush of adrenaline. Of shame. “I didn’t….I mean….I -”. He cleared his throat and reached for his glass “I didn’t know”
Jeannine waved her hands dismissively.
“s’All good,” she said. “We all learned stuff, and that’s- and that’s all we can do, yeah? Tell me more piloty stuff.”
Jer looked up from his glass, a smile forming on his lips and he let out a small chuckle….more out of relief than genuine glee “You’re alright you know that…...what do you want to know?”
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Post by aoibheni on Oct 4, 2018 16:08:39 GMT
Why has there not been a part two to this, yet?!
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Post by Einar on Dec 4, 2018 15:44:13 GMT
Ensign Jeremiah Perez-Rome, Navigation Officer Stardate 11812.03 Location: U.S.S. Zorya, NCC-86273
"Blue" Jeremiah stared at his console, the shiny surface reflected his face back at him. Was that him? He looked older, more tired. More scarred.
"Hello" he said to himself, the reflection did not answer.
"What's going on?" he asked, or the reflection asked. It was hard to remember who was who. Stuff like this was important, he should write it down somewhere he lamented.
In the absence of a response Jeremiah turned his chair around, spotting the empty Bridge behind him. Where was everyone?
"Hello?" he said louder, this time. But it seemed as if the voice came from behind him. This was all very confusing and he would have to talk to Engineering about fixing this comm issue. It was very annoying.
Jeremiah stood up slowly, his legs wobbly. He looked down. Were those his legs? If not, Engineering would have a lot of explaining to do!
"Is anyone here?" He pleaded as he worked his way over to the Captain's chair. It was if there was someone sitting there, but at the same time it was empty. Also. This was not his Bridge.
Jeremiah looked around, the Bridge seemed smaller....more metallic than he was used to. Was the carpet always Blue?
"You´re dying"
Jeremiah spun around at the voice. It was deeper than before.
Standing over the conn was an older him, bald and bearded. Was it him? "I am not. I just got new legs!" he complained, his eyes still lingering on the carpet.
"I´m doing all I can to keep the system online" the older him said, his hands running over the console. The console still showed only their reflection.
"I don´t think you know how to pilot this ship"
"Get to the escape pod"
He wasn´t sure which one of them said that, but he nodded and headed for the Turbolift.
"I´ll keep them off your back until you get there"
"Thanks....and I will be reporting this to Engineering. Formal complaint" Jer said as he stepped into the car.
"this is completely unacceptable"
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