Left, Right, Left, Fright...

Posted on Thu Jul 4th, 2024 @ 12:32pm by Lieutenant Betaras K'ner

Mission: Cat in the box
Location: USS Chuck Norris
Timeline: Current

K'ner watched the dots, as usual. She wondered how she ever kept up with all the battlefield info before her HUD integration. No longer did she have to interpret colors, shapes, or even really pay particular attention to the stream of info that constantly scrolled by, it was all just in her head as a conscious thought.

Movement at the corner of her biological sight caught her attention along with the waver in her suits sensors, a welcome respite to the ant farm of just the HUD. Stepping a little to the side, slowly, so her visual camo could keep up, she watched two of the crew exhibit some PDA. She was almost surprised with the amount of seemingly private moments people constantly tried to attempt on the ship. It was both a large collection of interconnected spaces, yet also a small community floating in space.

She didn't interrupt, the tryst was brief, but she checked in with her team as a random point... mostly as practice, to monitor out of sequence for any anomalies. At least right now, it could be very applicable to their current situation. She hoped the Gorn, or the Romulans, or anyone else for that matter, would uphold the peace accord for now, and break away without incident.

Her inner peace, however, was understandably uneasy and her team, along with the rest of the ship's security complement, were well in place, in a proper rotation to minimize fatigue but maximize coverage. Hope seldom held the day when an altercation arose and it was her job to ensure any opposition met with sufficient resistance to end any such event as quickly as possible.

With all her dots accounted for, she reviewed the highlights of the meetings they had come to attend. She shuddered to think she could've been tasked duties on the station and appreciated her ship duties all the more. She was confident Kronnelti had the Captain's security well in hand, as well as her husband-in-training. He was a rather tense and intense individual, but they seemed suited for each other.

Some cursing came across her comms and she waited for it to subside to see what was going on.

=/\= "What the hel..." =/\=

=/\= "Sitrep?" =/\=

=/\= "Dang Perlans pee'd on the floor again. Just stepped in it and almost slipped!" =/\=

K'ner shook her head ever so slightly.
=/\= "Make sure you clean that off. It's resistant to the regular cleaners so you may have to get your combat boot resoled." =/\=

Various supportive comments followed from the rest of the team, all of which required extreme contortions and/or involved questionable activities, at least among civilized societies.

K'ner let it run for a few seconds and was about to shut it down to clear comms when they all reined it in and the channel was quiet again. She let her boots grip the surface and duck-stepped in a squat up the wall until she was pinned to the ceiling and out of the way of a cargo sled coming along the corridor. She compared the transport order with her scan of the contents and the handlers, ticking off the checkboxes as she continued to watch her AOE and her ever-present data feed. . .


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Lt Betaras K'ner
Hazard Team Medic, TL-B / CMO
USS Chuck Norris

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