Chapter 57
Jim Vassilakos
Kaz’s mother, her sickly face twisted in anger, began yelling.
“Of course, they fired you! You practically declared yourself a slut… to the Countess, no less… and on the Cleon-crapping viewy! What were you thinking?!”
“I didn’t declare myself…”
“‘Stalked? You say it like it’s a bad thing,’” mother quoted daughter in a high-pitched voice. “Were you trying to be cute for your boyfriend?” she snapped.
Biting her lip, Kaz pivoted toward the door. “I can’t talk to you right now.”
“I know he spent the night! What have I always told you about Navy men… Navy captains especially?!”
<Beep> <Beep> <Beep>
(If Gus gets up, go ahead and describe the process, but bear in mind that he’s only had about four hours of sleep, so he probably feels like crap. Also, while it would be tempting to go back to sleep, he never asked Nizlich to postpone the morning briefing, so he’s scheduled to meet with her and perhaps others in a few minutes in the special galley just a few meters from his quarters. It would be bad etiquette for him to cancel with such short notice, but then again, he is Captain, so he can do pretty much as he likes. Assuming he gets up, you might also imagine what Gus looks like in greater detail as he looks in the mirror, adjusting his uniform, shipsuit, or whatever. In doing so, however, remember to stay consistent with the very brief description of him at the beginning of Chapter 1 as well as any other instances where he was described in the write-up. You might also compare and/or contrast how he looks with how he feels given his lack of sleep combined with the intrusion of such a vivid dream.)
Continuing:
“Good-morning, sir,” Nizlich said, standing up as I entered the special galley. She’d been seated at the table with a cup of something, either coffee, tea, scuf, or perhaps some beverage known only to Sword Worlders, but she quickly stood up as per protocol, not just because I was captain of the ship but also because now that I was in the special galley, also called the captain’s galley, that was my technically my table, and I’d not yet invited her to sit.
“Good morning, Commander.” (Does Gus invite her to sit?)
My breakfast tray was already on the table. (Curious to see what you come up with as far as the food goes. And let me know if Gus says anything to Stef or just waits for her to get started with the morning briefing.)
(Apologies for taking such a long winter break, over a month this time. I'm still not through with the work that hits this time of year, but I'm far enough along that we can continue whenever you feel up to it, assuming you're past the infestation and so forth. If you're still too busy, that's fine. Just let me know.)
Conrad Rader
Kaz’s mother, her sickly face twisted in anger, began yelling.
“Of course, they fired you! You practically declared yourself a slut… to the Countess, no less… and on the Cleon-crapping viewy! What were you thinking?!”
“I didn’t declare myself…”
“‘Stalked? You say it like it’s a bad thing,’” mother quoted daughter in a high-pitched voice. “Were you trying to be cute for your boyfriend?” she snapped.
Biting her lip, Kaz pivoted toward the door. “I can’t talk to you right now.”
“I know he spent the night! What have I always told you about Navy men… Navy captains especially?!”
<Beep> <Beep> <Beep>
(If Gus gets up, go ahead and describe the process, but bear in mind that he’s only had about four hours of sleep, so he probably feels like crap. Also, while it would be tempting to go back to sleep, he never asked Nizlich to postpone the morning briefing, so he’s scheduled to meet with her and perhaps others in a few minutes in the special galley just a few meters from his quarters. It would be bad etiquette for him to cancel with such short notice, but then again, he is Captain, so he can do pretty much as he likes. Assuming he gets up, you might also imagine what Gus looks like in greater detail as he looks in the mirror, adjusting his uniform, shipsuit, or whatever. In doing so, however, remember to stay consistent with the very brief description of him at the beginning of Chapter 1 as well as any other instances where he was described in the write-up. You might also compare and/or contrast how he looks with how he feels given his lack of sleep combined with the intrusion of such a vivid dream.)
Continuing:
“Good-morning, sir,” Nizlich said, standing up as I entered the special galley. She’d been seated at the table with a cup of something, either coffee, tea, scuf, or perhaps some beverage known only to Sword Worlders, but she quickly stood up as per protocol, not just because I was captain of the ship but also because now that I was in the special galley, also called the captain’s galley, that was my technically my table, and I’d not yet invited her to sit.
“Good morning, Commander. As you were.” (Does Gus invite her to sit?)
My breakfast tray was already on the table. Someone was paying attention to my preference file. A pitcher of icy water, a bowl of hot grains with chunky bits of protein. And on a side plate, three rolls of protein wrapped in flaky pastry. Meatrolls. Someone had found out I liked meatrolls. I hoped they had did their seasoning research. I reached out for one, and noticed Nizlich watching me closely while appearing to sort items on her tablet.The pastry cumbled slightly under my fingers and the aroma hit my nose. Yea, they had done their research. The musty scent of dried wildshroom powder and the tangy scent of pepper flakes brought me back to happier times with my family. I bit into it and felt the full force of the taste. I reached for the water jug.
(Curious to see what you come up with as far as the food goes. And let me know if Gus says anything to Stef or just waits for her to get started with the morning briefing.)
(Apologies for taking such a long winter break, over a month this time. I'm still not through with the work that hits this time of year, but I'm far enough along that we can continue whenever you feel up to it, assuming you're past the infestation and so forth. If you're still too busy, that's fine. Just let me know.)
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