Lt. Silveira: No rest for the wicked.
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Aug 20, 2024, 5:43:24 PM8/20/24
to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((USS Artemis, deck 3, corridor))
Vitor was literally dragging his feet as he walked down the corridor. He had spent the last two hours since he left the bridge cleaning up the mess Frontier Day had caused.
He had covered bodies, helped injured crew members, worked in quick repairs and tried to get a hold of the Tactical department crew. He still had eight unaccounted for, but so far none of his “minions” were killed. Although there were three seriously injured.
As exhaustion began to sink, and his last remains of energy were depleted he slowly made his way to his quarters.
Dragging his feet he stopped, leaning in the door frame as it opened, getting balance to move inside.
((USS Artemis, deck 3, Silveira’s quarters))
He was too tired to do anything else but go to his bed and sit down. His back, legs and arms were hurting. His uniform, stained and dirty from the day, was starting to smell.
He needed a bath, but Vitor also needed some sleep.
Not resisting further he simply fell on his back and laid there, eyes closed.
It took less than a minute for him to fall asleep.
((Timeskip, a few hours later))
((USS Artemis, deck 3, Silveira’s quarters))
Vitor stood up startled. He looked around to find himself in his quarters.
He had no memory of the dream he was having, but whatever it was it wasn’t good.
Blinking, he stood up. He took off his uniform top and walked to his desk. With all the commotion his things were a bit scattered across the bedroom floor and he only picked up the picture of him and Jonthan and put it on his work desk.
He powered up his console and raised an eyebrow. There was a message he hadn’t seen.
Vitor tapped it to open and leaned back.
//
Hi Brother
I have been meaning to write to you since I left your side. I hope you're feeling better, I know it never really stops hurting, but with time and help we manage to move along.
Speaking of moving along, I think I mentioned to you that I met someone.
Well, I should have told you that we are getting more serious. Her name is Taisa, Taisa Ayala. A medical officer that I met here in Ops, although she was transferred to Denali.
Why don’t you visit me? Frontier Day is right around the corner, and I am pretty sure you can get a little time off from the Artemis. Besides its’ been years since you last visited and do I have to remind you that you haven’t seen Sal in ages?
Think about it and tell me something. These news really needed to be told face to face.
Your brother
Tito.
//
Vitor opened his mouth surprised. Tito had met someone. He narrowed his eyes as a burst of anger crossed him. Why hadn’t he told him when they were together?
Shaking his head he shrugged.
Silveira: Damn fool… I am happy for you… Wherever you are…
Concern crossed his mind as he didn’t know what had happened in Ops. Had they been involved in Frontier Day?
It was over now… All over, but…
He looked at the picture of him and Jonathan.
Was he safe?
Taking a deep breath Vitor stood up. He hadn’t actually rested enough, but he couldn’t simply stay and sleep with so many things to do. The Artemis was damaged, the Fleet bathered. And the Federation had barely survived.
But they did, and now they had to rebuild.
Vitor took off his shirt and began to walk to his bathroom.
Silveira: No rest for the wicked. Time to bury the dead and take care of the living.
No TAGs/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
Vitor was literally dragging his feet as he walked down the corridor. He had spent the last two hours since he left the bridge cleaning up the mess Frontier Day had caused.
He had covered bodies, helped injured crew members, worked in quick repairs and tried to get a hold of the Tactical department crew. He still had eight unaccounted for, but so far none of his “minions” were killed. Although there were three seriously injured.
As exhaustion began to sink, and his last remains of energy were depleted he slowly made his way to his quarters.
Dragging his feet he stopped, leaning in the door frame as it opened, getting balance to move inside.
((USS Artemis, deck 3, Silveira’s quarters))
He was too tired to do anything else but go to his bed and sit down. His back, legs and arms were hurting. His uniform, stained and dirty from the day, was starting to smell.
He needed a bath, but Vitor also needed some sleep.
Not resisting further he simply fell on his back and laid there, eyes closed.
It took less than a minute for him to fall asleep.
((Timeskip, a few hours later))
((USS Artemis, deck 3, Silveira’s quarters))
Vitor stood up startled. He looked around to find himself in his quarters.
He had no memory of the dream he was having, but whatever it was it wasn’t good.
Blinking, he stood up. He took off his uniform top and walked to his desk. With all the commotion his things were a bit scattered across the bedroom floor and he only picked up the picture of him and Jonthan and put it on his work desk.
He powered up his console and raised an eyebrow. There was a message he hadn’t seen.
Vitor tapped it to open and leaned back.
//
Hi Brother
I have been meaning to write to you since I left your side. I hope you're feeling better, I know it never really stops hurting, but with time and help we manage to move along.
Speaking of moving along, I think I mentioned to you that I met someone.
Well, I should have told you that we are getting more serious. Her name is Taisa, Taisa Ayala. A medical officer that I met here in Ops, although she was transferred to Denali.
Why don’t you visit me? Frontier Day is right around the corner, and I am pretty sure you can get a little time off from the Artemis. Besides its’ been years since you last visited and do I have to remind you that you haven’t seen Sal in ages?
Think about it and tell me something. These news really needed to be told face to face.
Your brother
Tito.
//
Vitor opened his mouth surprised. Tito had met someone. He narrowed his eyes as a burst of anger crossed him. Why hadn’t he told him when they were together?
Shaking his head he shrugged.
Silveira: Damn fool… I am happy for you… Wherever you are…
Concern crossed his mind as he didn’t know what had happened in Ops. Had they been involved in Frontier Day?
It was over now… All over, but…
He looked at the picture of him and Jonathan.
Was he safe?
Taking a deep breath Vitor stood up. He hadn’t actually rested enough, but he couldn’t simply stay and sleep with so many things to do. The Artemis was damaged, the Fleet bathered. And the Federation had barely survived.
But they did, and now they had to rebuild.
Vitor took off his shirt and began to walk to his bathroom.
Silveira: No rest for the wicked. Time to bury the dead and take care of the living.
No TAGs/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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