Lt. Silveira: Just what you wouldn’t need.
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Sep 2, 2024, 4:48:34 PM9/2/24
to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((USS Artemis, deck 6, Elysium))
Vitor came across Commander Hopper and started chatting with the recovering officer.
When she asked for a Moscow Mule, he obliged, but naturally Vitor decided to make it a simple one.
Certainly the Commander was under medication, and he wouldn’t risk getting her something strong.
He returned to their table and placed Hopper’s glass in front of her, holding his as he sat down. It looked like her expression softened slightly.
Vitor kept his grin.
That would change when she took the first sip.
Hopper: How are you coping, yourself?
He shrugged. How were they all?
Silveira: Cynically well. I realised I hadn’t lost that many members of my department as expected. :: He tipped his head now with an honest smile.:: Honestly… I've been around for a few years and it’s been the worst thing I have faced. We slowly get by. ::He again shrugged and leaned back.:: As that old Portuguese proverb goes: “We bury the dead and take care of the living.”
Hopper nodded slowly. Vitor noticed she gazed at the distance, perhaps choosing her words.
Hopper: Centaurans have a similar phrase from their own dark times. When I was a child, during the Dominion War, my mother would recite it sometimes, before dinner… “The wind carries the souls of the lost and the breath of the living.” ::A slight shrug:: I guess there’s a sort of grim pragmatism that times like these bring out of all.. ::she struggled to find the words, or so it looked to Vitor:: ..of us.
Curious, he wasn’t aware she was Centaurean. Vitor picked his orange juice and took a long sip.
Silveira: I think it will take some time to heal and recover, but eventually we will get there. And by that I mean the whole fleet, its structure, organisation… Not just the people.
Hopper: That’s what they’re preaching in all the group counseling sessions anyways; Resilience.
Vitor raised his hand before Hopper took a sip from her glass.
Silveira: By the way… I might have to offer another apology soon… ::He grinned:: But please, take a sip. I suggested to the bartender a slight twist to your Mule.
Hopper’s eyes shifted, towards the bar before sliding back to him, then down to her drink.
Hopper: …Okay…?
She took a wary sip, then frowned. With a sigh, she set it down on the table.
Hopper: Well, that’s disappointing.
Vitor shrugged.
Silveira: I feel I couldn’t indulge you with a proper drink. You're certainly under medication for your recovery.
Hopper: ::Eyes closed, shaking her head, a dismissive wave:: Alright, I think I’d like to be alone now. Thanks for the talk.
Vitor nodded. Her reaction was understandable, and if only for that moment it allowed her to be mad at him, instead of thinking about her injury, it was a victory.
Silveira: Very well Commander, I hope you…
Hopper raised a hand to stop him.
Hopper: I’m not in the mood. You’re dismissed, Lieutenant. Leave your apology at the bar with the vodka…
Vitor again shrugged and smiled as he stood and picked up his orange juice.
Silveira: Nah.. I am going to keep it to give you on a better occasion. The only thing I haven’t come with was my pity. You deserve more than that Commander.
And with that he turned and walked to the bar.
No TAGs/End scene for Sil
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
Vitor came across Commander Hopper and started chatting with the recovering officer.
When she asked for a Moscow Mule, he obliged, but naturally Vitor decided to make it a simple one.
Certainly the Commander was under medication, and he wouldn’t risk getting her something strong.
He returned to their table and placed Hopper’s glass in front of her, holding his as he sat down. It looked like her expression softened slightly.
Vitor kept his grin.
That would change when she took the first sip.
Hopper: How are you coping, yourself?
He shrugged. How were they all?
Silveira: Cynically well. I realised I hadn’t lost that many members of my department as expected. :: He tipped his head now with an honest smile.:: Honestly… I've been around for a few years and it’s been the worst thing I have faced. We slowly get by. ::He again shrugged and leaned back.:: As that old Portuguese proverb goes: “We bury the dead and take care of the living.”
Hopper nodded slowly. Vitor noticed she gazed at the distance, perhaps choosing her words.
Hopper: Centaurans have a similar phrase from their own dark times. When I was a child, during the Dominion War, my mother would recite it sometimes, before dinner… “The wind carries the souls of the lost and the breath of the living.” ::A slight shrug:: I guess there’s a sort of grim pragmatism that times like these bring out of all.. ::she struggled to find the words, or so it looked to Vitor:: ..of us.
Curious, he wasn’t aware she was Centaurean. Vitor picked his orange juice and took a long sip.
Silveira: I think it will take some time to heal and recover, but eventually we will get there. And by that I mean the whole fleet, its structure, organisation… Not just the people.
Hopper: That’s what they’re preaching in all the group counseling sessions anyways; Resilience.
Vitor raised his hand before Hopper took a sip from her glass.
Silveira: By the way… I might have to offer another apology soon… ::He grinned:: But please, take a sip. I suggested to the bartender a slight twist to your Mule.
Hopper’s eyes shifted, towards the bar before sliding back to him, then down to her drink.
Hopper: …Okay…?
She took a wary sip, then frowned. With a sigh, she set it down on the table.
Hopper: Well, that’s disappointing.
Vitor shrugged.
Silveira: I feel I couldn’t indulge you with a proper drink. You're certainly under medication for your recovery.
Hopper: ::Eyes closed, shaking her head, a dismissive wave:: Alright, I think I’d like to be alone now. Thanks for the talk.
Vitor nodded. Her reaction was understandable, and if only for that moment it allowed her to be mad at him, instead of thinking about her injury, it was a victory.
Silveira: Very well Commander, I hope you…
Hopper raised a hand to stop him.
Hopper: I’m not in the mood. You’re dismissed, Lieutenant. Leave your apology at the bar with the vodka…
Vitor again shrugged and smiled as he stood and picked up his orange juice.
Silveira: Nah.. I am going to keep it to give you on a better occasion. The only thing I haven’t come with was my pity. You deserve more than that Commander.
And with that he turned and walked to the bar.
No TAGs/End scene for Sil
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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