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for_everyone) wrote2017-08-09 12:09 am
for_everyone) wrote2017-08-09 12:09 am
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For a third time, Hera slid her stylus over the PADD, reading through her report. It wasn't that she was nervous, but –
No. It was exactly that she was nervous. Which wasn't something Hera was used to feeling, even when she had ample reason for it. She was even fairly certain it was something her captain inspired in her without meaning to. And yet, here she was, looking through her report, again.
Near the end, she rises from her desk, never looking up from the PADD. Hera carries it with her as she walks to the wall of her quarters, moving along it to the Replicator.
"Computer." There was a chime of recognition. Hera still didn't look up. "Water, ten degrees."
No. It was exactly that she was nervous. Which wasn't something Hera was used to feeling, even when she had ample reason for it. She was even fairly certain it was something her captain inspired in her without meaning to. And yet, here she was, looking through her report, again.
Near the end, she rises from her desk, never looking up from the PADD. Hera carries it with her as she walks to the wall of her quarters, moving along it to the Replicator.
"Computer." There was a chime of recognition. Hera still didn't look up. "Water, ten degrees."
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Thrawn inclines his head, hands still clasped behind his back as he thinks.
"Though should it prove to be the results of a smuggling operation gone wrong, I doubt they'll want to return to the Cerberus. Whichever away team we muster ought to be prepared for that sort of effort, at least until we're sure of who our lost party is."
"Lieutenant Commander, your thoughts?"
Between the three of them, Thrawn feels, they should be able to come up with an acceptable team. Fulfilling one's duty while keeping one's people safe is the job of every Starfleet officer.