Lt. Vailani Zoyara - Gonna Need a Bigger Tank
Ava Munro
((Kerrit Dromos - City One - Rylor))
It was no secret to anyone on the Artemis that Zoyara did not socialise. If she did it was mandatory, like the awards ceremony and she would make a swift exit. She had no interest in making anymore friends.
Her track record on that account was the finest:
Dead.
Coma.
Criminal.
It wasn't exactly an indictment of the virtues of friendship. Too much sadness and betrayal. No. She preferred a solitary life, one of simplicity. Which distracted her with thoughts of an ancient mountain cabin. A promise and a life that was never lived outside of her dreams…
oO it didn't happen Oo
((OOC: reference SIM here))
But she did enjoy some healthy competition and it was an excuse to go to the surface, so she tried to find a quiet spot to watch the Commander best the moustached doctor.
oO doctors and moustaches Oo
She rolled her eyes. It was a phenomena she would never understand. In her opinion they should be prevented at all costs.
That was when K'Wara colour bombed their way into her life. Why did it always feel like some kind of invasion every time they were around? She wanted to give the Cygnian some lessons in tasteful decorum and she sighed as they neared her.
Vailani: Good morning, Lt.
K’Wara: ::innocent smile:: And good to see you too, Lieutenant Vailani. Here to spectate?
Vailani: :: shakes her head, slightly irritated :: I don't spectate. I'm here to observe.
She crossed her arms to appear more formal and standoffish, maybe it would repel the colourful officer.
K’Wara: Please, sit with me. I think they’re about to start.
Nope.
She sighed and took the seat next to K'Wara, it was an advantageous spot.
Garlanak: Doctor! Odds are still shifting!
((OOC: I'm italicising the dialogue that won't be immediately in Vailani s awareness but she may still hear))
Munro: ::deadpan:: Bancroft.
Bancroft: ::steely eyes:: Commander.
Zoyara rolled her eyes.
Bancroft: Issuing the challenge months ago and collecting on it without warning is an exceptionally effective strategy. I’m very impressed.
K’Wara: Obviously, Ava has this in the bag. Not even a question. What do you figure?
Imril: ::To K’Wara:: Roy’s done just as much running as the Commander, lately. That’s got to count for something.
She hadn't even noticed the engineering officer creep up on them. This was beginning to get a lot more social than she'd have liked.
Vailani: :: reluctant sigh :: If I was to bet :: disapproving glare at Imril and K'Wara :: Which I don't do. But if I was, I would place my bet on Commander Munro. She seems like the type that's used to getting what she wants. I don't trust anyone that chooses to grow a moustache. Least of all a doctor.
Any: Response
Munro: You can forfeit if you like? I'm not sure your dignity would remain intact but it's an option. If you're not ready?
Bancroft: I appreciate the concern, Commander. ::beat:: I assure you my dignity has survived far worse than five kilometers.
Munro: Response
Imril: ::Clapping:: You can do it, Roy! I’m betting on you!
Any: Response
A voice from the small crowd called out: “Alright – runners ready!”
Roy stepped to the starting line beside Munro. A long red arc of track lay before them both. He rolled his shoulders once and drew in a slow breath. Beside him, Munro looked utterly relaxed.
“Three!”
“Two!”
“One!”
“Go!”
You didn't need to be an expert in these matters to predict that Commander Munro was off to a good start, with the doctor limping behind like a wounded Cardassian vole. It was almost exactly how Zoyara saw the whole thing going and she had to admit there was something satisfying about watching him struggle. She was no sadist but … well you took the joys from life where you found them.
Munro: Response?
The crowd cheered and clapped as the commander extended her lead. The doctor did seem to be slowing down.
oO Tired already? Oo
The Commander kept ahead of him as as they rounded the far curve of the track, her lead extending to several comfortable meters. Roy lengthened his stride slightly as they approached the far straightaway.
At approximately the five hundred meter mark, Roy slowed. He lengthened his stride again, attempting to close the growing distance between them. And continued to make adjustments.
Ahead of him Munro remained steady, her stride carrying her smoothly around the next curve.
By the time they approached the one-kilometer mark, Munro held a decisive lead.
Imril: ::Clapping:: Keep on her, Roy! Wooooo!
Vailani: He'd need to be near her to keep on her.
Any: Response
Imril: He’s just keeping some in the tank for later.
Any: Response
Vailani: Sure :: sarcastic :: That must be it.
Any: Response
Imril kept on cheering for Bancroft regardless.
((OOC: removed tags for Bancroft and Munro as they are running and racing out of earshot and keeps it neater)).
Vailani: I had no idea you were such good friends with Lt. Bancroft?
Imril/K'Wara: Response
Her eyes followed the race closely and widened as a large purple furred creature appeared to enter the track and block the passage of Bancroft.
Vailani: What is that?
Any: Response
Vailani: Lt. Imril? How big is that tank exactly?
Tags/TBC
Lieutenant Vailani Zoyara
