||[Jul. 28th, 2010|08:37 pm]
|||||One More For Love-Five For Fighting||]|
::makes final visual sweep of shuttle bay, satisfied with results...two shuttles as ready for launch as they'll ever be, and two away teams...as ready as they'll ever be::
::offers particularly hard look to former drone when her head turns from jennydelaney, sighing inwardly at returned, painfully innocuousness look::
::glances back over to Baxial...Jetal looks almost as pleased by the likelihood of being caught in the middle of future fireworks::
::considers one more speech about professional behavior and duty, but almost immediately rejects the idea...if it didn't sink in the first five hundred times, it probably won't find footing what could be the very last time::
I am aware.
::hesitates, then returns contact, watching as always for any sign of revulsion from pilot once cold metal of implants contacts warm human skin::
::offers tentative smile of own, quickly disposing of it when fellow crew-mates stare::
::steps back, kit firmly in hand::
Thank you, Commander.
Any time, doll.
::twists to give her her pride back, quirking brow at up and moving Delaney::
Ensign. Ready to go?
Don't worry, Tom.
I want to get home to my momma in one mostly distinct piece, if you know what I mean.
::waggles fingers dismissively::
As long as she doesn't stab any consoles and electrocute herself, we'll be just peachy.
::actually grins, but wisely suppresses urge to offer a hug::
I wouldn't be that optimistic, but hey, if you can manage it, accolades are waiting.
::remembers second task as an afterthought, unpacking hypos::
::waves first release around::
Shots. First victim?
::glances from one woman to the next...and back::
::clearly, 'ladies first' has its limits::
::extends arm, ignoring pilot's smirk as he administers::