Posted Sept. 16, 2022, 11:07 a.m. by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Bethany Kovra Gadi (Chief of Security) in Deck 5- Hiding Out
Posted by Lieutenant Miranda Martel (Chief Engineer) in Deck 5- Hiding Out
Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Deck 5- Hiding Out
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Bethy grinned and drapped herself back like she’d been poured across the couch. “Naw, I’ll go out in a blaze of glory, or try anyway.” She grinned and raised a brow as Miranda giggled and flipped forward and patted her arm, then fell back again. “Ain’t no body want anythin’ ta do with this.” She waved at herself and then mock whispered. “I got daddy issues.” She hiccuped when she giggled which made her giggle more. “Seriously, I do. Learned to be happy all by my lonesome a long time ago. Not so bad. Never disappoint anyone but me.”. Truth was Bethy was starting to wonder if she even wanted to make it back from this one.
Bethy
“Dat’s a sad way to live, darlin’,” Shara said. “And I’m just drunk enough to say nuh uh, not on my watch. So tell ya gals what, how about we make ourselves a little pact? We get out of this in one piece, we all do one thing we’re scared, that’s we’ve been resistin’. See what happens. Can’t be worse than what we’ve all been through, yeah?”
~Shara Calloway, CIO
Bethany shrugged, “On’y way I know ta be. How I alwaysh lived ma life. No ashamed of it.”
Miranda let the idea roll around in her sloshy alcohol-soaked brain for a few moments. Then nodded, but immediately regretted it as it made the room roll at a funny angle. “Soundsh like a plan,” she said, though her gaze fell on Gadi for a moment, then fell away. What would that even entail? What would even be on that list? It was too much to think about.Not right now.
Miranda, sheef emgineer
Bethany was quiet what seemed for a heavy silence. There was one thing Bethany resisted doing. She told herself it wasn’t practical or fair. She wasn’t afraid. Maybe she was, who knew. But it was a hard line. “No deal.” She got up and went into the joined bathroom and closed the door behind her
Bethany
Shara traced Bethany’s retreat with curiosity. Clearly she had hit a nerve and without context there was no way to know if it was something she could or should push further. The woman wasn’t a source, she was a friend. One didn’t share good moonshine with people you weren’t willing to be friends with. At least, not in her book. Shara sighed. “I t’ink I migh’ ‘ave forgotten ‘ow to ‘ave friends,’ she said, frowning.
~Shara
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