Posted July 30, 2020, 2:19 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Aili McMorran (Chief Science Officer) (Jamie Moore)
A couple of dozen off duty members of the Challenger’s complement were kicking back in the Nine Forward lounge. Their conversations, some hushed, others roudy, filled the open space like a heavy cloud. Dim lighting accentuated the venue’s evening identity as a bar, albeit with a distinct lack of booze. That low illumination highlighted the sharp bright lines that streaked by beyond the large windows as the ship cruised at warp.
Aili McMorran was sat on a bar stool, leaning on her shoulder and twiddling with a finger one of her red locks. The woman sighed contently as she dropped a chip into her mouth, enjoying the texture and heat of the spicy sauce that had been drizzled over the bowl of fries. She was dressed in a dark jumpsuit, comfortable yet practical and protecting her from the occasional chill that would attack her in the long corridors of the ship. Not even the sophisticated environmental controls of a craft like the Challenger could quite overcome the age old enemy of all living beings: the draught.
The physicist’s eyes rocked between sitting shut and watching the door to the corridor with warm excitement.
Aili
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