Posted Nov. 23, 2023, 5:45 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Fraiser Flynn (Security Officer) (Cass Young)
Seething, Flynn left the Counselors Office, his posture losing it’s confident stance as soon as the doors were closed behind him. Just who did that woman think she was to dismiss him like that? He’d have to play it smarter when he returned, he promised himself, there was no way that woman was going to get the better of him like that. He loved the Saracen and being in space, he loved the excitement that came with every new encounter that he just didn’t get when he was working in the colonies. He wasn’t going to let any two-bit Counselor stop that, one way or another he was going to convince her that he was just like everyone else, preferably without having to give too much away.
As he turned down another corridor heading towards sickbay it was only then that he realised that his fists were curled into balls so tight that his nails were leaving crescent moons in his palm. Breath. He sucked in a breath. Counting the seconds, one, two, three, four, five, and released it in one of the many calming techniques he had learnt from Sinclair. It wasn’t his favourite, but it would be enough to get him through until he could hit the gym and unleash onto a punching bag. After a few short exercises he unfurled his fists until his arms swung purposefully by his side.
Careful he thought to himself, as he flashed a young women one of his smiles as she passed him. He was pleased to note she flashed him back a flirty one and knew his anger wasn’t showing on the surface You’ve got 2 more check ins to complete, don’t let Sheliah ruin this for you he reminded himself, Stay in control.
With that he sucked in one more controlled breath, flashed a charming smile and entered Sickbay, his eyes scanning the room for someone he could flag down.
Lt. (j.g.) Flynn (Sec)
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