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Calloway's Quarters - At Least We Aren't Fighting About Money

Posted Aug. 28, 2022, 4:43 p.m. by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Calloway’s Quarters - At Least We Aren’t Fighting About Money

Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) in Calloway’s Quarters - At Least We Aren’t Fighting About Money

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Calloway’s Quarters - At Least We Aren’t Fighting About Money
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Micah looked at her intensely for a long moment and then said “Listen, wife… we just have to get through this. And if it means getting blind drunk and cussing out the bulkheads every other night, thats what we’re gonna do. But I know… know… that this isn’t the last ride we take. We both have too much back home to let this beat us. And I’ll be damned if I went to all that work to find Nadine just so we up and vanish on her. So… eyes on the prize, okay? This job is gonna set you and me both up so that we don’t ever have to take an assignment we don’t want ever again. The karma we’re pulling from this will make the damn Federation President pause before asking us for anything. We manage to shut down this Syndicate… we’re set for the rest of our lives. Professionally and personally. Yeah yeah yeah… cart before the horse, I know. But… that don’t mean it’s not true.”

Micah

Hope wasn’t her forte. Hell, it was barely in her vocabulary most of the time. But everything about Micah in this moment made her want to hope and sometimes the will to do or believe in something was as good as the action of it. Sometimes it was the nudge you needed. For Shara right now, the fear was so surface still that she wanted to believe him. She wanted to make promises, for Micah to make them. But they knew better. Reaching for the wine, she let the body of the liquid sit on her tongue. Finally, she nodded. “Okay. But do me a favour? Watch me and the alcohol. If it feels too much, pull me back, will ya? Between my father and Faye, I know all too well that genetically we’re not the best when it comes to the stuff. I’ve always managed to toe that line just fine. But I’m a little more worried that all this will be too much. So, you’re my watcher, got it?”

~Shara

“Oh sure… let the hillbilly ‘shine runner be your judge on how much is too much. I can’t see any way that could backfire.” Micah said with a laugh, but he took her hand and squeezed it tight and said “You know I got you, Sha. Now and always.”

Micah

She squeezed his hand back and held on securely, not letting go, foggy blue eyes taking him in intently. “I know. I believe you,” she said softly before reaching for her wine glass with her free hand, knocking it back and rising to her feet. “You know, I’m not all that hungry… for food. And I definitely need sleep son, but between now and then I have a few ideas about how we can pass the time.”

~Shara

Micah watched her get up and a crokked grin spread across his face as he feigned mock indignation. “Madame! I am a very happily married man. Just because I’m a fugitive and pirate does NOT mean I do not take my vows seriously.” and then he laughed and stood up, following her. “Now if only we could remember those vows.” and he laughed.

Micah


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