06-23-2025, 11:59 PM
As the qoH was reduced to its component atoms in a cloud of pyrotechnics, Mara watched the bits of metal spiral off into space with only the barest flicker of a feeling of triumph. For someone who hadn’t quite touched 30 yet she’d been here so many times before. And every time the adrenaline wore off, she felt that familiar emotional tug of war between the elation of survival and the fact that she’d yet again broken that old vow to put her knife to one side.
There was a pat on her shoulder. Calleja didn’t flinch or turn. She knew who it was even before she heard the familiar drawl.
"Good work, Mara. And you too, Midshipman."
The Captain’s words sank through the melancholic fog.
Come on. Sort your head out. First taste of action as Chief of Security. Your plans worked. Your teams are all back and breathin’. Hell, we even have one more than we started with. Dark eyes looked over at Ramius. We broke up a people smugglin’ ring. And Mayfair is down there now workin’ out what the hell else we’ve just walked into. Give yourself some fuckin’ credit, instead of bein’ such a dirty great downer.
Calleja shook her head to clear it. In the moment’s lull as they followed the probe, she made a decision and quietly disarmed the detonator in her hand.
“Hey Hallowette. Catch,” she called. When the helmswoman turned, the Security Chief tossed her the detonator. “Memento for ya. You don’t forget your first.” There was a faint smile on the mercurial Lieutenant’s face.
“By your leave, boss,” Mara said to Tyra with a nod, excusing herself and heading for the turbolift. Something told her it wasn’t going to be long before there was someone new to fight, and she wanted to clean the blood of the last one off before it was time to go again.
>> Quarters >>
There was a pat on her shoulder. Calleja didn’t flinch or turn. She knew who it was even before she heard the familiar drawl.
"Good work, Mara. And you too, Midshipman."
The Captain’s words sank through the melancholic fog.
Come on. Sort your head out. First taste of action as Chief of Security. Your plans worked. Your teams are all back and breathin’. Hell, we even have one more than we started with. Dark eyes looked over at Ramius. We broke up a people smugglin’ ring. And Mayfair is down there now workin’ out what the hell else we’ve just walked into. Give yourself some fuckin’ credit, instead of bein’ such a dirty great downer.
Calleja shook her head to clear it. In the moment’s lull as they followed the probe, she made a decision and quietly disarmed the detonator in her hand.
“Hey Hallowette. Catch,” she called. When the helmswoman turned, the Security Chief tossed her the detonator. “Memento for ya. You don’t forget your first.” There was a faint smile on the mercurial Lieutenant’s face.
“By your leave, boss,” Mara said to Tyra with a nod, excusing herself and heading for the turbolift. Something told her it wasn’t going to be long before there was someone new to fight, and she wanted to clean the blood of the last one off before it was time to go again.
>> Quarters >>