Cruise control

Posted on Fri Apr 11th, 2025 @ 4:28am by Captain Mira Rodale & Lieutenant Commander Awal Kronnelti & Lieutenant Betaras K'ner

1,209 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: The days of our lives
Location: IKS Slivin
Timeline: Present

ON:ON:

{IKS Slivin, Bridge}

Mira awoke, curled up in the captain’s chair with a empty bottle in her arms, cradled like a baby. It was empty. She even looked into the bottle to make sure. So she either drank the whole thing or one of her crew dumped it out. No one would have dumped whiskey out, so she had drank it all! Seemed reasonable.

With a little moan, she stretched and moved to a more dignified sitting position in the captain’s chair. It was a good thing Klingon command chairs were huge.


“Well that was fun!” She rubbed her forehead and grinned thinking of the pained look Proll's face would be making as the reports started showing up.

Someone handed her a Raktajino. “Oh, by all that is holy, thank you.” She took a tentative sip. Dear God, someone on this ship knew how to make Raktajino! “So where are we?”

“Not in the direction you pointed. We are headed to SB343.”

Mira raised an eyebrow, wondering what way she had pointed. Normally her sense of direction was fantastic. “oh?”

"You pointed back the way we came," came Deena's voice from the nav station. "We figured you'd had enough of Orion space so you decided starbase 343 was a better choice." Her smile seemed to show her agreement on that decision.

"Oh, and we had some communications trouble earlier... After we'd cloaked and then turned towards starbase 343. The security attache' for '24 was trying to reach us for some reason." Korra shrugged as her hands moved across the panel. "They didn't elaborate, so..."

Mira nodded her agreement, “Rightfully so and since I was….” What word did she want? Unconscious? Passed out drunk? “asleep, plausible deniability can be claimed.” Mira chuckled. She would need to remember that incase she was asked later about it. Invoices were paid. It wasn’t like they killed anyone. What would they want her for?

Mira was sure. Thall, her major-domo designate, would be wondering what had happened. She never used her account before. She gave a mental shrug but she had never really needed to before.

Her stomach chose that moment to make its whale sounds, indicating it was hungry.

Standing up she said, “food.” Her hand going to her stomach

Yea I could eat too, said Awal. What's good here? He asked

Mira laughed “well since you took both cats and picked up the food I was wondering that too!”

{Mess hall}

For the time they had been on this little ship the place was looking very clean now without that horrible smell the Nausicaans left or mess. It was probably better to not think to hard on what made that smell.

Looking into the cooler to see what they had she came up with a plan.

“how about breakfast sandwiches?” Mira asked as she pulled out eggs, cheese, Bagels and ham. Or least she thought it was ham. She pulled out a heavy frying pan it clanked loudly as she put it on the cooking unit. Cracking eggs to make both fried and scrambled egg. “can you slice the meat and cheese?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice to use a knife.”

Mira chuckled “So I have been going over my list of challenges. First one I am fairly sure I can beat. The one the chancellor picked Dralohk Antaak? Well he wants to have dinner and discuss the chancellors plans. I think he will not be a problem once he finds out about Kevin and me.”

Mira placed the eggs to the side and started frying the ham.

Awal nodded then waited. When Mira said no more he asked. “and the third one?”

Mira bit her lip “yeah that one is going to be a problem. He is 7 foot and probably 400lb. He is well trained and he was not originally part if house Klinjil in fact I can’t find the man anywhere before one year ago. I ….” She looked away to pour more raktajino in her mug and get one for Awal.

“Found a video of him fighting. “ she frowned as she started to put all the food on the table. Awal got 3 bowls of gagh putting two on floor he joined her looking at the massive amount of food Mira had cooked. She must be feeding the whole ship. “are you going to keep making me ask?”

Mira chuckled “sorry… I just don’t like to admit I am going to lose that fight or die trying to win it.”


{Cargo Bay}

Nod roared, even knowing he wouldn't intimidate anyone on the team, maybe not even Billingsly unless he'd surprised her, but it sure got the blood racing! He eyed his opponents, reaching out as a feint to drop into a sweep.

Kotsoo hopped up, having guessed at one of two moves the Klingon would take. He was formidable, but sometimes predictable.

Shaking his head, Nod calmed. "We've trained too long together, it's rare to get surprise on one another. Once we get back to base, let's set up another hunt with Nars... He doesn't pull punches and he doesn't take it personally if he loses."

K'ner nodded. "It's on the docket when we return, fer sure. By the time we get back, he'll be more than ready for a rematch. But sometimes he's not satisfied if there's not a broken bone or two, even if it's his own crew!"

Nod laughed and turned back to pounce on Deena as she was looking at something on her PADD. He got her on the ground and then suddenly he wasn't holding her down anymore... He looked up as something moved in his vision, then the stars and wavy lines interfered with any clear picture.

"Ooops... sorry Nod. Did I bump your wittle nose?" Deena's soft voice was pleasantly sarcastic and he just sat over on one hip to wait for his vision to clear.

"One of these days kiddo. I'm gonna pin you, and you'll stay pinned!"

He saw fuzzy movement, and heard her fading laughter as she walked away...

{ scrunchy-small medical bay }

K'ner turned around, shaking her head. A first aid kit... that's it... some bandages and a half-empty derm spray, and an old roll of doxy-tabs for a germ-killer. This crew was bound to die of scurvy or dysentery, maybe both...

Pulling from her combat pack, she pulled a derm-strip, peeled the backing, and stuck it around the gash on Korra's shoulder.

"ssssssssss. Easy chief. You know I'm sensitive." Korra grimaced as K'ner tied off the wound closures and sprayed something cold on it. Her mood picked up almost immediately as the pain began to subside.

"No strenuous tasks for a couple of days please." K'ner gave Korra her stern gaze.

Korra nodded her head. She didn't like to lie and nodding could be interpreted as agreement or acknowledgement.


{ Crew Quarters }

On the down time Awal found time to work on his fighting style all while keeping an eye on his sister so she doesn't get into anymore trouble.



OFF:

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

And

Captain Mira Rodale
CO USS Chuck Norris


And

Lieutenant Commander Awal Kronnelti
Chief of security and tac
USS Chuck Norris

 

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