Ensign Tyber - A Morning routine.

[Chris Pound]

( Ensigns Tyber and Dahlquist's quarters. )

At 05:30 The alarm went off to wake up Ensign Tyber. It was a steady Beep beep noise that while not jarring was persistent and did its job in waking the ensign quite effectively. Tyber opened his eyes and rubbed the sleep from them. The first thing that he saw was the view outside his window, an inky blackness speckled with tiny pin pricks of light. As the quarters was on the opposite side of the systems sun it was still quite dark in his private room.  

Tyber : Computer stop alarm. 

At his command the beeping fell silent. Tyber swung his legs round and sat on the edge of the bed. The sheet under him wrinkled at his movement. His feet softly landed on the rug he had brought with him from home. It was an ancient Afghan rug that his father's family had bought generations ago and although the colours were faded due to time and wear you could still see the pattern to this day.  It felt rough under his feet but that roughness was a little bit of home comfort that he afforded himself. 

The walls of his private room were also decorated but with items from his mother's Klingon side. there was the obligatory Bat'leth bearing the crest of his mother's house. the edge of the Klingon sword glinted from time to time with the promise of a sharpness that would if given a chance cut the fabric of reality. Thankfully the laws of the universe prevented this from happening. His battle armour was folded up and placed on a set of drawers proudly on display. Also on display in an ornate display box were his Starfleet merits and ribbons. He did not have many of these yet but what he did have he was very proud of. 

Walking over to his closet Tyber pulled out a pair of grey sweat pants and a top to match. As he was dressing, he wondered if his roommate was awake yet. There was a 50/50 chance that she would be up and on the occasions that they were up together Tyber liked to share a small breakfast with her. 

On the occasions when she was not up, he would miss breakfast and start his morning run early. As he entered the communal area it became apparent that Lina was not up yet so he put on his socks and trainers. He would never wear shoes in his private room this was to protect the Afghan rug from excess wear and tear.  He supposed he could hang the rug from a wall but that would take away the rugs intended use. To Tyber's way of thinking everything and everyone had a role to play and if you took that role away then you were doing a disservice to the thing or person. So, the rug went on the floor. 

Tyber went through his warmup routine then stepped out into the corridor to begin his run, 5 laps of the saucer section of the ship per normal. Then off to the gym for some weight lifting and finally a cooldown walk from the gym back to his quarters to shower and change into his duty uniform. By this time his roommate would be up and about so he could share breakfast with her. Normally there would be pleasant chit chat as they ait their respective meal but ever since that moment when he almost kissed her he felt awkward,

Tyber : ........

Dahlquist : Response.

Tyber desperately wanted to confess his feelings for this woman. But would doing so ruin their friendship? It was a risk he was not willing to take just yet.  He had to find out how she felt first, then if she was receptive then he would tell her how he felt. 

As his breakfast of orange juice, grapefruit, cereal and Black coffee was finished he gathered up all the cutlery and placed them into the recycler. He then walked to the exit but just before the doors whooshed open, he stopped and turned around. 

Tyber : Lina, I hope you have a pleasant morning :: beat :: And I look forward to seeing you this evening. 

Not trusting himself to say more he about turned and walked out. His duty post awaited him. 

(( OOC Hey guys as you may have guessed I am back. Thank you all for being patient with me while my technical issues were delt with ))

Ensign Tyber

Security officer

USS Oumuamua

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