Posted Nov. 22, 2021, 6:27 p.m. by Lieutenant Miranda Martel (Chief Engineer) (Sam Haynes)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Bethany Kovra Gadi (Chief of Security) in Kindred Souls - Tag: Martel
Bethany was having a very long conversation with herself. This mission was voluntary and when first given the details she had signed up without hesitation. This was the kind of thing she was trained for, and she was good at it. It wasn’t so cut and dry. The taskforce had been disbanded 3 years ago. Most of the members had moved on to other things, other assignments, retired, or died. That didn’t matter though, they were all out of reach, and she could not, in good conscious, work with Elias. There was no way to know until the smoke cleared, the body’s counted, and investigations done, if he was acting for good or ill. There were children on this ship. And no matter what their parents had or had not done, what knowledge they possessed, choices they freely made, the children were still innocent.People had called the way Bethany tracked Elias, uncanny, supernatural, or accused her of being a double agent at times. It was some kind of bizarre game. Some times she was ahead and some times behind. Hell, some times she’d felt like he was leading her through some twisted dance. But there was only one truth to the matter, the crew was safer with Bethany staying. No one knew Elias like she did, but that was flimsy and disappointing reassurance if at all. She had to eat though, and act like it didn’t phase her, or the entire security team would go off it’s rocker. They were going to get a dressing down from her anyway, when her temper had cooled some.
She entered the galley, ordered from the replicator and took a seat, at a far table, back to the corner, one foot propped on the edge of the adjacent chair and leaned back, watching the whole room, trying not to look like the predator she was. How easily old habits returned.
Gadi, CoS
A minute or so later another figure shuffled in. Despite being almost four centimeters taller and around five kilos heavier, the woman in Operations gold seemed somehow smaller. Perhaps it was the hunched shoulders, or the way she kept her head down. Her eyes darted through the room, noting the position of every doorway and person. assessing them spatially and tactically. She sized Bethany up in an instant, a way that suggested the woman wasn’t a threat. Perhaps she was, but, not to Miranda’s mind. Then socially came after, noting what people were wearing, rank pips, uniforms, hair, cosmetics, appearance. All in less than a second. Perhaps it was hyper-vigilance. Maybe it was something else.
Her hands were balled into fists at her side, not white-knuckled but clearly not relaxed. And she wore her shoulders for earrings. Her face was drawn and she didn’t say much, or really anything as she headed for the replicator. That was a far cry from the officer from the staff meeting. she’d been serious then in her own way but more relaxed. But now? She seemed almost like a caged animal.
Miranda pulled something from the replicator without really paying much attention, then grabbed a mug of tea, but one loaded with chamomile and lavender, along with bright notes of bergamot. Finally, she sat down with a tray that had a steaming soup that smelled wonderful, and something that resembled a cinnamon roll for dessert. And for a time she simply sat, cradling the mug in her hands, staring at nothing. Checked out. Her hands tight around the mug.
Lt Martel, CE
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