Eye to Eye

Posted on Tue Dec 8th, 2009 @ 9:24am by Charlotte Ashcroft & Tyl'varas Shrive

931 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Session Two - Space Junk
Location: Galley, SS Warden

It was only the bond between herself and the crew that bought Lottie to the galley ladened with food for their next trip into the beyond, for she was still bloated from earlier and the sight of this food was making her feel queasy.
As she began the dull and ardours task for packing away the various purchases she sighed summarising after all the evaluational changes in the stars women were still 'programed' to preform certain duties other then child bearing. She promised herself years ago she wouldn't become a complacent housewife cooking and cleaning, yet here she was with a boatload of pirates making sure they had enough fresh ingredients to have the occasional proper meal.

They were certainly big enough and ugly enough to fend for themselves, yet beneath her tough exterior Lottie cared for them for this strange group were the closest think she had to family. Even if they were dysfunctional.

Lottie heard the sound of the bulkhead's pressure being released, and then saw Shrive walking in, with a large case. He popped the lid on the case, and started to pull out bottles of ale to stow away. "As much as I would typically expect to find a pinkskin female restocking the galley, I'll be honest and say that you filling that role surprises me."

Slamming the larder closed a little harder then she wished Lottie turned to watch the Andorian for a moment before she spoke. "Is that suppose to be an insult or a complement, I'm not sure?"

Tyl had a bit of an amused smirk. "Merely an observation. I simply notice that you're ironically more andorian in nature than pinkskin when it comes to attitudes in females."

Lottie now shared that amusing smirk. "I learned a long time ago that I couldn't afford to be weak. I might be built differently to men but I can hold my own just as well if not better."

"Ah. Andorian women tend to take a similar approach. I'm glad to know that not all pinkskin women act with such frailty. I look forward to seeing your mettle in battle."

"And I'm sure you will," she offered a crocked look. "What about the security chief Mason on the station? She seems more outlandish then myself yet you talk trash of her."

Shrive pondered for a moment, and then said, "She does what Starfleet asks of her for her job. Administrative confidence and self-made confidence are two drastically different things. I would expect you know that difference quite well."

She chuckled drying leaning against a counter. "That I do, you can always see it in their eyes when they realise their time is up. Just to give me the shivers but thats all water under the bridge now. We do what we have to even if its nasty." This was a strange conversation for up till now Lottie didn't really have any reason to talk with Tyl she had seen the way him and Sky had bickered and had wondered how he and herself would react to one another. So far they hadn't even traded insults yet, instead gained a small amount of mutual respect.
She eyed his collection of ale, "I presume you intend to have a few causes to celebrate, either that or you drink the stuff like water."

"If I am going to drink, I'll make damn sure that it's something I enjoy. The swill you find at most places is... well, I suppose I'd rather drink that slug-o-cola that the Captain is so fond of." The andorian glanced towards the floor, and then back up. "As far as celebration goes, I celebrate, albeit quietly, any time that I manage to set foot back upon this ship. I know what my job entails. I accept that I very well may never make it back any time I set foot off of this ship. We that know what a conflict brings about knows this is the truth of our lives. Whether the crew would understand it or not, I would happily give my life to make sure that they all have a chance to walk back to this ship." Shrive grabbed one of the bottles that he had stowed away, and opened it. Grabbing glasses, he poured two drinks, handed one to Lottie, and rose his own towards her. "And congratulations on your position. You are deserving, though I hope that you'll never have the circumstance of being the Captain of this ship..."

She chuckled over the top of the glass. "Me niether but I'll do my best if that day come," she raised her glass. "To many sucessful jouneys together yet." Their glasses knocked together in a toast amd them quickly they threw back the contents.

Swallowing it down in a swift moutful Lottie felt her eyes sting and her thoart burn. Choaking slightly she wiped her face: "Thats quite a kick."

Downing his glass, Shrive swallowed, closed his eyes, and his cheeks rose a bit as the ale went down. "The kick is what makes it worthwhile." Putting his glass down, he went to grab the bottle to put it away. "I am going to check on the weapons that I have. You should do the same. We've not a great deal of time left until we'll need them."

"Agreed," Lottie sighed setting aside the empty glass. "And Tyl, thanks." She added as they left. "Maybe when we make it back on board we'll toast to a job well done, then you can laugh at how quickly I get drunk, thats always a laugh."

 

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