||[Feb. 3rd, 2010|10:14 pm]
|[||Tags|||||andrew, celes, emh, harry, jenay, jenny delaney, jetal, linnis, magnus hansen, moira, mu linnis, mu renara, naomi, sam wildman, seven of nine, tom, voy, voyager||]|
::shifts kelsie_wildman in arms, tilting sensitive ear back away from high pitched squeal of rage::
Aw, come on, don't be fussy...Naomi, come on and get her, I told Vorik I'd be in engineering ten minutes ago!
::jumps at resounding crash from bathroom, before sighing with relief...at least it surprised the screamer into silence::
::holds own breath when door slides open to reveal what looks like a very mad human-Ktarian::
Everything will be fine.
...if you feel that bad, maybe you should go to sickbay...
Or pout it out.
::jumps again when outer door chimes::
Oh, come on in!
::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.
Do I really...?
Where was she?
::offers frosty sideways look::
Clearly not in her own bed, Lieutenant. Does that explanation suffice?
Something tells me it will have to.
::that awareness doesn't nip curiosity, though::
::ponders the possibilities...Ahni is outgoing and well-liked amongst the crew, but no Delaney::
::catches former drone's unnerving stare again::
...oh. That must have been embarrassing.
Mainly for him.
::pinches eyes shut briefly, remembering cat and mouse game early married life was...a certain pilot actively tried blocking private time::
::chooses not to respond to gross oversimplification, instead directing attention to opening bridge doors::
Ensign Jetal has arrived.
::blanches a little at copious levels of contempt in fairly loud announcement, carefully avoiding eye contact::
::nods to lieutenantkim
instead, hurrying down to relieve Porter::
::discreetly moves out of proverbial line of fire, heading over to check Ops again...Vorik is lagging again::
Any sign of the Krenim?
Plenty, Lieutenant, Voyager is surrounded by fields of chroniton particles.
::cannot resist raising voice for added snark::
It would behoove Ensign Jetal to keep her out of them.
::opens mouth, prepared to have to offer a reprimand despite many and varied potential ramifications::
::thankfully, sees opportunity for distraction when board lights up::
Shields are falling.
Is it us or them?
Engineering has yet to complete modifications, but Lieutenant Vorik assured me that all adverse effects would be contained to deck nine.
::inputs update inquiry despite, initiating sensor sweep during wait::
No hostile craft apparent, nor signs of a breach.
::thumbs through readings again, brows knitting::
It doesn't make sense. The last time we encountered the Krenim, they announced themselves long before our shields sustained any damage...and they don't give warnings. Why would they go to the trouble of taking out our defenses if they weren't attacking right then?
Perhaps time and prior defeat have stirred a cruel streak.
::quirks own brow at his confused look::
Some prefer to play with their food, Lieutenant.
You're a regular bowl of sunshine.
::forces calm...indulging own frustrations won't help anything::
::twitches fingers on console, resisting urge to call sickbay::
::slaps comm badge instead::
Kim to Chakotay. You might want to hurry whatever you're doing up...