Lt Alex Storm - Just Out of Reach
Karen Morris
(( Quarters 1418 - Deck 3 - USS Artemis-A ))
Everything in Alex wanted … needed to move. Sitting still meant she was behind. And she had been behind for so long, too long. This entire journey felt like she was free-climbing a wall with a fifty-pound pack on her back, while Kona was being transported from outcropping to outcropping, just out of reach.
Storm: You’ve done this before. Not only haven’t I, but my mind is on ten different things already that I need to get done before I leave - let alone things that need done on my way. Every minute matters.
Alex reached out and gently placed her hand on the armrest of his chair.
Storm: Please, Lieutenant.
Bergmen: Okay, Lieutenant. I will do them all. Just once they are done, please send them to the OPS Center, ok?
Alex nodded her ascent, stood, and headed into her bedroom.
Bergmen: You said you are flying to your family's funeral. May I guess you are flying to Betazed? Do you plan to just fly there and back, or use the shuttle for more travel? I ask to check the dilithium reserves in the record and whether any refueling will be needed before you take off.
Alex had grabbed her duffel from her closet while Ollie was talking. Just for a couple of days. She shuffled through several outfits in her closet, calling over her shoulder…
Storm: We only plan to fly there and back. oO Unless we get sidetracked. Oo
Bergmen: Okay, any specific equipment you would need and then required during your use of the shuttle? Or modifications like an aquashuttle?
Alex grabbed a pair of black dress pants and a pair of jeans, folding them into the duffel. Then she shifted the shirts sideways until she found a black and white sleeveless shirt with a geometric pattern and added that to the bag too. This time, she peeked her head into the doorway.
Storm: No equipment or modifications. We’re just going to a funeral.
But her head disappeared just as quickly. This time, she went to the dresser. Dressy tee, comfy tee, undergarments, socks. She slipped each item into the duffel and carried it back over to the dresser.
Bergmen: Good, that’s all for this PADD. ::takes the next one:: Any cargo planned? During the travel to your destination or during the return?
Alex pulled a nightshirt out of her drawer, then stood there for a minute mentally recounting what she had already put in and trying to figure out what else she needed.
Storm: Shoes…Oh, and a jacket.
Bergmen: Response
Alex grabbed a pair of heels to go with her dress pants. They joined the other items in her bag. She pulled out her tennis shoes and slipped her feet into them. oO Now...my jacket. Oo Her sleek black jacket could be dressy enough to use if she needed to, but casual enough to wear with jeans.
She pushed each item in her closet aside; it wasn’t there. She pulled out one drawer and rifled through it, then another.
Storm: ::under her breath:: -Expletive redacted - Where the hell is it?
Alex stood with her balled fists on her hips, tension seeping into the air like a San Francisco morning fog.
Bergmen: Response
Storm: Sorry, I was talking to myself. No. I don’t plan to haul any cargo either way.
As Alex tipped her head down in frustration, she started to close her eyes, but something black lay crumpled in a pile on the floor. She reached down, and picking it up, she blew out a long breath. oO It must have slipped off its hanger.Oo Folding it neatly, she laid it on top of the other clothes in her duffel.
Her stomach growled, her black eyes twinkled, and her mouth began to water.
Storm: I can bring back some Betazoid chocolate, though, right? A few bars aren’t considered cargo, are they?
She asked as she walked to the bathroom to grab a couple of toiletries.
Bergmen: Response
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Tags / TBC!
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Lt Alex Storm
Tactical Officer
USS Artemis
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