Ensign Favon - Desert Friends

[Favon]

(Underdetermined amount of time later, USS Eagle Base Camp)

She had stumbled into the hangar bay almost by accident, been drafted into the maintenance role and then lost hours of her time helping Braya and Drex and Williams cannibalize one starship to restore functionality to another. It was tedious, boring work, but necessary. Still she was glad to be out. She wanted an update ready to send to Vharo if/when they got back in range of a comms relay. Buccheri had been out for a hospital check-up or something, he hadn't specified... and there was, fawning over her uncleaned machete, gaping at the green blood. 

oO Knew I should've cleaned that... Oo .

Favon: It's just blood, Buccheri, stop gawking.

Favon walked into their tent, grabbing a PADD and outlining the beginnings of a message. New assignment followed closely by ship explosion and being marooned on a desert. The human stories on ship and space wrecks she'd skimmed at the academy no longer seemed quite so far fetched.

Buccheri: Yeah, but - did you kill someone? That's an unhealthy amount of blood to be outside your body. Actually - where the heck did you get that machete, anyways? Did you take it from someone?

Favon: ::Rolling her eyes:: Yes, it was from a pirate during the excursion to Proust station to rescue Commander Jashkaa's away team.

She went back to typing, trying to ignore Buccheri giving her a studious look. He may have had a mediocre sense of humor, and likely (Favon was not 100% sure, but that was mostly because she was looking the other way) cheated on at least a noteworthy fraction of his examinations, but he wasn't totally unobservant.

Buccheri: Am I right or am I right, Favon?

Favon: ::Sigh:: Yes, there were several firefights. Commander Jashkaa's team suffered casualties. Yes, we engaged and neutralized a number of pirates. Yes, we escaped with their salvage. And Yes, I killed at least one pirate, and drew blood from at least one other. ::She threw the PADD aside and leaned back on her cot:: Anything else you want to know, August?

Buccheri: Yeah, when did you become such a cool guy? I thought you were more bookish or diplomatic like the rest of your kind, y'know? Heck, I thought I'd be the one hacking and slashing, not you. :: He paused, quickly adding :: Not that I'd volunteer to get into a fight where people lose more than 3 ounces of blood. And potentially die. 

Favon: ::Rolls her eyes at the human.:: You should try asking an Andorrian regarding your preconceptions, August. They'll tell you exactly how bookish and diplomatic we are. And you joined Starfleet, since when did you have a problem with being bookish and diplomatic

Buccheri: No, no, nothing's wrong with that. I think. I'm just slightly envious. I had to punch out a bunch of aliens cuz they kept trying to rinse us for our scrap and broke my ribs doing so. :: He looked down at his chest :: Which isn't so broken anymore, but it does make this gnarly sound while it's still healing. 

She stared blankly at Buccheri as he made his body emanate a series of deeply unpleasant noises. Favon refused to give the human the satisfaction of a reaction and years spent in close proximity to his antics provided her the practice to suppress even the slightest twitch of her eyelid.

oO This is why I let Vharo tutor him.  Oo

Buccheri: Wanna hear it again?

Favon: No.

Buccheri: But before that, you writing something? You write a bunch, but that looks like a report. Or a letter. :: He hazarded a guess :: For later, when we get comms back - so, parents? Fri- :: He coughed, suppressing a snicker :: Friends?

Favon: It's for Vharo, August. ::She shook her head at him, grabbing the PADD:: You know, Orion, the one you keep calling a pirate, the one who kept you from failing half of your classes at the Academy? We keep a frequent correspondence and I'm drafting something to explain our silence by the time we get to a functioning comms buoy. Do you have noteworthy to add regarding our present situation that you feel she should know?

Favon gave the human a look. Family, what did he know about family.

oO Knowing him it'll just be a complaint, a cross joke, a stupid reference to some piece of fiction he barely remembers... Oo

Buccheri: Response

Favon: Uh huh, would you like to elaborate or do you think she'll understand the point you're trying to make without the slightest shred of context?

Bucheri: Response

She flared her nostrils, typing out the remainder of the message. That she hoped things were going better on the Thor, that they might get their preferred duty post in the near future, and that she wished them and their family well. Signed off with the stupid send off that August had insisted on including on all messages for their trio despite the fact he rarely bothered to read them.

Nevertheless she pushed the PADD over to him.

Favon: Read it over, let me know if you feel I am omitting anything.

Buccheri: Response

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Ensign Favon

Helm/Ops Officer
USS Eagle

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