Posted Sept. 24, 2020, 1:46 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade JT Robinson (Helm Officer/Shuttle Pilot) (Jeff VanZilen)
Posted by Captain Tralla Sh’Zoarhi (Captain) in 2 Forward -22:00hrs (Side Sim)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade JT Robinson (Helm Officer/Shuttle Pilot) in 2 Forward -22:00hrs (Side Sim)
Posted by Captain Tralla Sh’Zoarhi (Captain) in 2 Forward -22:00hrs (Side Sim)
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻
JT sat alone at a table near a large view port in the 2-forward lounge with a beautiful view of the vast emptiness of space. On the table in front of him was a PADD with some personal correspondence on the screen as well as 2 small glasses with a green liquid that was unmistakably Aldebaran whiskey. One of the glasses found itself situated in front of an empty seat to JT’s left as though it were waiting for someone to arrive, the other was wrapped in JT’s hand, but had yet to be touched beyond the occasional swirl motion he made with the glass on the table.JT read the letter on the PADD for what must have been the 10th time in the last hour since he had gotten it, even though his brain continued to be unable to process the message it contained.
JT stared at the liquid in his glass as it swirled in front of him, lost for a moment in the motion of the liquid. After a moment, his gaze turned towards the window and the open space beyond it.
“Here’s to you bud.” he whispered softly before lightly tapping his glass to the unoccupied one before downing the florescent green liquid and setting his now empty glass on the table upside down and returned his gaze to the stars.
JT
Tralla had been on just a general inspection of her ship and found herself in the Lounge she saw her new Helmsman at the bar and went over “Hello Lieutenant mind if I join you?” she asked sitting next to him however opposite from the second drink she had an idea of what was going on and was trying to be respectful
Tralla
“Of course Cap’n” JT replied gesturing to the seat as she took it. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked as he motioned for the server
JT
No thank you” she said “You look down and whats with the Drink? are you waiting on someone or is this what I think it is?” the captian asked though the look in her eyes said it all ‘I know exactly what this is but I am going to let you deal with it in your own way weather thats sharing alot or just a little’
Tralla
JT knew that the CO was a pilot herself and knew what was going on. After motioning to the server to just bring 1 drink to replace the one he had just consumed he slid the PADD to the CO.
None of the contents were particularly personal but instead news from other parts of the galaxy that had just been transmitted. An item of note, and the cause for the somber mood detailed an ambush of a Federation convoy near Orion space. The convoy was small and only consisted of 2 freighters and 2 Runabouts acting as a standard escort. While the exact details of the skirmish were unimportant, all that remained of the 4 ships were a few escape pods from one the freighters were found among the wreckage that the Orions either missed or ignored. Also included was the crew manifests and casualty list.
“My Roommate at the Academy was leading this convoy and was in command of the lead runabout.” JT said calmly as he stared upwards at the ceiling whilst trying to make use of some of the limited emotion suppression the 1/4 Vulcan had. It wasn’t super effective but it did make times like these a bit easier to deal with.
JT
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