Lt Alex Storm - Silent Meditation
Karen Morris
(Sacred Marketplace, Ferenginar))
Betazoids love talking about emotions - other people’s emotions. But when it comes to expounding on their own feelings, they’d rather be drinking tea in a Ferengi marketplace with panic-inducing volume levels, putrid smells and something slimy clinging to the underside of their boot. oO Oh wait … I already am. Lovely. Oo
Storm: But I haven’t lost my determination.
Alex looked Jira in the eye. They kept leaning back in their seat—so far that Alex’s eyebrows climbed with every inch, waiting for the inevitable tip.
Jaran: Ok. You've got a plan, internal and external. You're set, one way or the other. Grab your drink!
Jira picked up their drink and stood. Unsure what Jira was doing, Alex lifted her drink, but hesitated before taking a sip.
Storm: Whyyy?
Alex’s hands closed around her drink. Her eyes scanned the room before coming back to Jira.
Jaran: Oh, I guess I wasn't as clear as I'd meant to be. Internal monologue and all. I'm coming with you, and we need to book my seat before the transport leaves.
Alex watched Jira’s eyes fix on hers and harden. Alex’s own jaw clenched, tension stitching up behind her brow. Her breath hitched, and something cold prickled the back of her neck.
Storm: And if I said ‘no’?
Their silent stare tightened into something sharp.
Alex angled her face away, drew her eyebrows together, and blew a forceful puff out of her nose. Her eyes flicked back to Jira.
Storm: And I thought I was stubborn.
Alex wrinkled her nose -- until she almost looked like a Bajoran herself.
Storm: Fine! I don’t seem to have much of a choice, do I?
Jaran: It's settled then. The transport leaves soon, and the lines everywhere on this planet seem to be ridiculously long and inefficient. Why there are lines at all for something like this, I'll never know. Are their computers all on strike or something?
Picking up her drink, she stood and hesitated until she knew that Jira was beside her. They started in the direction of the transport. As she and Jaran started off again, Alex tossed over her shoulder…
Storm: I think the longer they make us wait, the more they think we’ll be able to pay. But, fortunately for us, we’re not travelling with a Ferengi. I’m booked on a Bolian transport.
Jaran: Response
Almost without looking, Alex ducked under an Andorian’s arm as he threw it out. Her drink nearly sloshed out of her cup, but she recovered it all but a drop that sloshed out and ran down the back of her hand. Her shoulders gave a little shrug, and she licked it off her hand.
Storm: The only downside is they don’t stop talking.
Jaran: Response
One side of her mouth lifted and she cast her companion a mischievous grin.
Storm: Maybe you can teach me some silent Bajoran meditation on the way out.
Jaran: Response
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Tags / TBC!
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Lt Alex Storm
Tactical Officer
USS Artemis
O240103SK2