Avenger approaching

Posted on Mon Mar 11th, 2013 @ 11:15pm by Lieutenant Saith i-Ki Baratan

473 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Mission 82 - The Aggressor
Location: Security
Timeline: On approach to Cetus III

Saith moved down the corridor, her rapid response team in tow. They had just dropped of the last team of guards near the Engineering section and were heading up to Security where they had established their own version of triage. ‘Security triage,’ that is how Saith thought of it. From there, she would monitor the ship and any boarding or other security threats and dispatch the emergency response teams as she and Maal had planned.

As they stepped into Security, Saith went to her desk and brought up her terminal. She would start with sensor sweeps, both her own, and reviewing those of the bridge. She did not want to miss anything with as vicious a foe as the Gorn. Her team pulled up schematics and was in the process of making up scenarios which they then used to map out routes around the ship in case of those made up events. They would not be stopped.

Saith’s mind turned to Maal. He had startled her with his question and she had immediately went defensive. She hated that. Maybe it wasn’t too soon. After all, he had stayed with her last night, was it so different? [of course it is different Saith] she thought. One night here and there was much different than living together. Still, she found that she wanted to be able to come home to Maal every day, but the fear of being wrong, of making a mistake, of being hurt yet again was powerful as well.

She sighed; she was changing. She had always gone on shift, then went home and read a book or solved a puzzle. She did not mingle, she did not associate with others. She was cognizant of the fact that she hadn’t read a novel since she met Maal. For that matter, she hadn’t solved puzzle either. Would he think she was weird when he found out she liked to do those things? If they lived together he would find out. She glanced down as information flashed across her terminal screen. They were approaching the Cetus III system. “Alright people,” she said, their faces turned toward her, “it’s show time!” She tapped her comm badge and let the rest of her security team know they were arriving.

With a slight hesitation, she hit her comm badge again, “Baratan to Maal, Yes.” She hoped he would understand the message and she smiled. She did not need a reply from him. She had survived heartache before, if it happened she would survive it again. “Favdt, Saith,” She said very aware that she was becoming a risk taker. Her team didn’t know why she had sworn, but they chuckled anyway. [I should work on that] she thought; she was pretty sure her mouth was also mentioned in her file . . . many times.

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