Ensign Favon - Acquaintance

[Favon]

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: Heard the chief engineer say all the dilithium - you know, stuff crucial to warp cores - are all just gone. Kaput. Just like that.

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:  She's smarter than me, for sure. :: He shrugged, before smiling at her :: Probably smarter than you too, since she did tutor me into passing, right?

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: You even kept the send off. I'm so touched, my dear ol' buddy ol' pal ol' friend.

Favon: ::Her tone was utterly flat:: You're welcome, August.

She watched him mime wiping a tear. It took much of her restraint to keep from rolling her eyes.

Buccheri: So, whaddya think about the news that the whole of known space is stranded like we are?

Favon glanced at Buccheri, his nervous tick was showing, the one he usually got before major assessments. For her own part the news, true or not, was compartmentalized and stored away. They had more than enough to worry about without dwelling on... everything else. She put the message away for future use later

Favon: I think dwelling on the possible destruction of the foundations of interstellar civilization as we know it is not something that will serve either you or I, August. I suggest getting some sleep.

Then without another word, Favon grabbed the machete and a cleaning tool and stepped out to remove the blood. It wouldn't do for her equipment to remain stained.

Tag/Scene End - Favon
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Ensign Favon

Helm/Ops Officer
USS Eagle

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