Posted by James Sinclair in Event Horizon - Star-Crossed No Longer (Tag Faye)

Posted by Shara Calloway (Intel Liason) in Event Horizon - Star-Crossed No Longer (Tag Faye)

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Black slacks, grey sleeveless turtleneck sweater and a brown suede vest. It was her casual off-duty’ uniform’ and it made her innocuous looking. Shara leaned against the wall, with the left sole of her low heeled duty boot against the wall, arms crossed, highly toned muscles showing. Her dark hair pulled back off her face let her gaze rather openly with her sharp grey-blue eyes as she tracked the target. Well, she supposed that was putting it too strongly. But she was tracking him.

If there was anything Shara Calloway was an expert at, it was hiding in plain sight when she wanted to and conversely allowing herself to be noticed. She waited until she caught a glimpse of him, the vibrant green skin only second to his height and frame, before she shifted from ‘you can’t see me’ to ‘I am here.’ Her eyes followed every movement and if she hadn’t flipped the switch, he probably would have walked right past her. Shara said nothing, but when he did look (and she know he eventually would), she was so much like Faye. It wasn’t a stretch to see the shape of her mouth and eyes in Faye’s and they shared the same calculating pale eyes, even if they were tinted different colours.

~Shara Calloway, Mama Bear

Daggum saw the figure leaning but paid it no mind… until a second glance and for a split second he thought it was Faye. But it wasn’t. Daggum slowed to a stop and his eyes narrowed a and his subconsciously turned slightly sideways… presenting less of himself to attack. “Excuse me… You wouldn’t happen to be Commander Calloway, would you? Faye’s mom?” As he said the words, he knew it to be the case and he stepped forward and extended a large green hand and smiled. “Daggum Hammor… Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor… but I have a feeling you probably already knew that.”

Daggum

A grin slipped onto her face and she pushed herself off the wall with the ease of someone who had absolute control over their own body. “You presume correctly,” she said simply as she shook his hand, and maybe contrary to her predatory body language, her grip was evenly matched.

Letting her hand fall away, Shara (not a short woman at all and a bit taller than Faye) looked up and gazed deeply, her eyes always assessing. “You know why I’m here. Tell me what I need to hear.”

~Shara Calloway