||[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!
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.
You didn't have to tell me that.
::offers a grin anyhow, tipping fingers in a thoroughly half-assed salute::
See you, Admiral.
::waits for screen to dim before rocking back...and taking a long, fortifying breath::
::returns smile a moment too late, dropping it when screen abruptly goes black, only to refresh with nothing more than an unexpected stream of data::
::quickly grabs data chip from drawer, inserting it while attempting a translation::
Always one step ahead.
::quickly shrugs off surge of affection, straightening spine and opening a new channel::