Side sim - Deck 5 - Passage ways around crew quarters - Running

Posted March 27, 2020, 7:38 p.m. by Crewman Gordon Muir (Security Officer) (Alasdair Sutherland)

Posted by Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti (Engineer) in Side sim - Deck 5 - Passage ways around crew quarters - Running

Posted by Crewman Gordon Muir (Security Officer) in Side sim - Deck 5 - Passage ways around crew quarters - Running

Posted by Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti (Engineer) in Side sim - Deck 5 - Passage ways around crew quarters - Running

Posted by Crewman Gordon Muir (Security Officer) in Side sim - Deck 5 - Passage ways around crew quarters - Running
Gordon stepped out of his shared crew quarters sleepily yawning, he had never been a quick riser unless in the field, so he was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he stepped into the passageway. It was quiet around this time as the next watch change wasn’t for another 3 hours but this was exactly as Gordon had hoped, he wanted to spend an hour or so running when the foot traffic would be at its minimal. He sported the standard Starfleet Physical Training(PT) attire, a rather drab affair of grey long sleeve T-Shirt with an equally drab pair of grey shorts. If it weren’t for his rather uncovered legs he probably could have blended into the bulkheads rather well.

He slowly began jogging down the passage way making his way for’rard past several more crew quarters and towards some Science Labs, he only knew this because he’d accidentally went into one when looking for his quarters. His footfalls reverberated lightly as he followed the gentle curving bulkheads from port to starboard, it wouldn’t be long before he was abeam of his starting position and heading Aft. If he was right the botanical section was down that way, he considered stopping in there after his wanders around the ship to take in the smells. For some reason unknown to Gordon he really enjoyed the smells in the Botanics section, perhaps it was because the colony where he was born was surrounded by arid desert.

Gordon braced up as he passed a young female Andorian Medical or Science Ensign coming the opposite way, “Morning Ma’am”, he said in as chirpy a manner as someone who’s only been awake 20 minutes can be. She nodded and carried on, he discreetly waited until he was past her before looking back. One advantage, in Gordon’s opinion, of serving on a medical ship was the surprising amount of rather young and attractive female crew-members. It didn’t totally outweigh the chances of being used as a possible test subject for whatever crazy scheme these bone saws came up with next, but it helped.

He began to pass back through the crew quarters on the Starboard side of the ship and vaguely remembered some of the names of crew-members he knew here but was sure he got a fair few wrong....he decided to increase the pace until he made it to the Aft Turbolift, dodging left and right as people emerged from their humble abodes sleepily.

Crewman Gordon Muir, Sec

M’Nalie emerged from her quarters and stepped into the corridor. The 7‘3 heavily muscled feline was jlike a wall had suddenly stepped in front of the Security crewman. M’Nalie for her part flicked an ear at the sound of running feet and just had time to look towards the sound before the Crewman was upon her. She braced for collusion and readied herslf to catch the man in case he dove sideways or tried to dodge past her. People did not generally expect big people to move fast. M’Nalie was however Caitan and shared all the grace and speed of her smaller cousins.

Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti. Engineer.
Gordon had zoned out for the moment as he ran and only spotted the walking carpet stepping out into the passageway at the last second. Gordon tried to slide past M’Nalie, tripped over himself and landed on the deck. He looked up at the large engineer with a mixture of confusion and genuine surprise as to how something that large could move that swiftly and silently.

“Sorry ma’am, didn’t see you there.” he said getting up and straightening his uniform.

Crewman Gordon Muir, Sec

M’Nalie was a fraction of a second to slow to catch the man as he went down in trying to catch him she leaned over far enough to pass her center of balance. So her arm came down next to him. Rather the have her other handpaw crash into the mans ribcage she rolled away from him. She continued the roll and came up on all four. She was of course as at home on all four paws as opright so she stayed that way turning like the striking tiger she resembled in this position ears flat tail lashing and in her irritation she snarled at the man as he got to his feet. A blast of carniverouse cat breath directly into his face. She clamped down on her irritation quickly and just stared at the man. Anger management, must not let instinct dictate responce. She thought to herself. Her Eyes though reflected the desire to bite and claw. Her emotional instability almost won. But her awareness that her insticts were untrustworthy right now kept her still. “You are . Ok?”, she asked half growling the question.

Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti. Engineer.

Gordon gulped and stepped back as the rather intimidating ensign stared down at him, was she about to rip and tear?

He straightened up a bit and replied nervously, “I’m good ma’am, sorry about that…are you okay?”

Crewman Gordon Muir, sec


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