::gives reassuring smile at sheepish expression andrewkim
dons after catching sight, quickly taking in strewn toys and trail of nappies::
He's Ocampan. He's nervous. It's wearing off on her, and mine are getting a little bit frayed too...
::tamps down childish urge to run in for a hug, blowing hair off face::
::pats half-combed hair, flying out of quarters and into very unusual levels of corridor traffic::
::elbows way through crowd, eyes focusing on lift in distance::
::stops halfway through rubbing grit out of them, suddenly aware of a sudden lack of loose black sleeve::
::pats down undertunic::
::spins to beat path back, tripping over someone else's feet::
::quickly...quickly enough to garner uneasy stares from surrounding crewmen...reaches out, steadying the Ensign with one hand::
::lifts other, displaying her missing uniform jacket::
::retraces path from Ops to command center::
::fidgets, too nervous to sit, too nervous to stand::
have already been in a huddle for the past half hour, for them to call Baytart in as well doesn't bode well::
::eyes Conn warily...to say helm isn't Porter's strength would be an understatement::
::moves again, this time to annikahansen
's side, lowering voice for inquiry::
You called Ahni?
::juts chin up::
Though her location was difficult to ascertain, Ensign Jetal has been contacted and should arrive momentarily.
::flattens against bulkhead to let engineering team pass, glancing around to survey dimmed lighting and unmistakably yellow warning panels::
::kind of got that something was up when Ensign Jenkins took a hail and then just up and abandoned tutoring session, the chaos is just confirmation::
::catches fellow pupil's eyes across corridor::
We're supposed to go to sickbay.
::rolls eyes...she'd be a lot more fun if she weren't more goody goody than the real
::has to give mirrorlinnis
credit...it had to take a LOT of work to keep mirror_renara
alive where they came from::
And have to sit in a corner with our heads tucked between our knees on the off chance the worst that happens is falling debris?
Sorry. That place gives me hives. I can probably be more useful somewhere else.
when I'm useful.
::passes between kes_
, carefully observing work::
::automatically steps back when the half-Ocampan offers a particularly intimidating glare, twisting to resume own efforts::
I don't know why they have to be nervous. The survival of an organic during a ship battle is far more likely than that of a non-redundant hologram...and assuming all goes well, I will be the only soul likely left to rot in some researcher's drawer back in the Alpha Quadrant.
::chances another look back, finally losing patience::
Good heavens, we haven't even enough to inoculate a third of the crew. Your attention to detail is admirable, Doctor
, but do trust your abilities enough to proceed with less nit-picking just this once.
2010-03-13 12:57 am (UTC)
::turns to stare at old friend when younger Ocampan's hand wobbles on vial, pre-empting whatever well-deserved, scathing remark she might marshal::
Since you'll neither benefit or suffer harm from the inoculations, perhaps you could leave the work to those who might.
::steps off lift on Deck Three, leaving captainchakotay
to go to bridge on his own...has a few things to take care of before crunch time::
::rounds corner en route to office, slowing in surprise at sight of jenay_paris
outside Tuvok's door, engaged in something that looks suspiciously like lock picking::
::clears throat, earning a noticeable jump::
If I'm not mistaken, there's a safe place you should be.
...you know, Tuvok's territory doesn't seem all that safe these days.
::straightens from half-bent position, staring angrily at stubborn security padd...then unwanted company::
Oh, please. He's the least dangerous person on this stupid ship.
::takes a second to rethink approach::
I don't see anybody else checking on him. I was going to take him to sickbay too.
::starts from daydream at familiar chime indicating an incoming transmission, finger jabbing until channel opens::
::holds sigh of relief...there's never any telling what communiques from Voyager will bring, but always a certain level of dread...and the grim look on son's face threatens to cause a resurgence of unease::
The one and only...
::leans forward, not waiting for sarcasm to be acknowledged::
I don't have much time, we're in crisis mode. I assume you've read up on our records, know about a race known as the Krenim?
::continues at uncertain nod::
They're tough as nails...hell, they killed Janeway...and they're back.
That would make a great B movie tagline...
::frowns at self::
And I also assume you remember that slipstream project I talked to you about?
Well, it looks like we have to put it into practice...
::glances at chronometer::
...right about today, actually.
I wouldn't call the welcome wagon until we actually show, just thought I'd let you know in case we go off the radar.
::quickly pulls up relevant report, skimming high points...no, not a pleasant enemy::
Understood. And we should keep this brief, in case they decide to listen in.
::hesitates to cut connection, still::
Tom, we'll be waiting. Or looking.