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USS Manhattan

Mess Hall- Late Night Tinkering

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Mess Hall- Late Night Tinkering

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Mess Hall- Late Night Tinkering

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Faye startled and her stormy grey-green eyes widened as she took in Harv and his clearly panicked reaction.

Cochrane was startled by the plate, but even more so by the Chef’s reaction. Looking at Calloway after Harv left, he said “It was just a plate! What was that about?”

Cochrane, CO

Her eyes were fixed on where Harv had retreated into the kitchen. “I… don’t know,” she said softly, but it was clear by her expression that she was intrigued. And when Faye was intrigued, there was little that could dissuade her to focus elsewhere. But I will find out. Under the circumstances, maybe the hoopla she complained to Blue about had its merits. Maybe what she was looking for was something else entirely they hadn’t considered. She didn’t disagree with her orders, but they hadn’t really given her the flexibility she needed to do this properly and adapt as things unfolded. Maybe she’d just have to go with it and face whatever consequences later.

Shifting her attention back to her stew, she devoured another bite. “So… Risa? Any good? Never been there myself, but everyone seems to rave about the place. To me that means there’s a good chance it’s highly overrated,” she said with a tiny smirk.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

Cochrane looked at the kitchen door, then to Calloway, then back to the door, then back to Calloway. “Um… what? Did you not just see that, Lieutenant? Something startled that man so much he dropped a plate. All I said was I hadn’t any better food since Risa?” and he looked at the door again. He made to stand up, but paused. Sitting back down, he said “Hmm…” and at that moment Harv reappeared. He didn’t speak, but came out with a old fashioned broom and dustpan. Whistling softly he came out and nodded to the two at the table and swept up the pieces. “Sorry about that.” he finally said. “Scared the beejezus outta me. Haven’t dropped plate in years.” and he gave an easy laugh and walked back into the kitchen, still whistling the same tune.

Cochrane watched as the man left and then shot Faye a look that said “Ok. That was weird.”

Cochrane, CO

He wouldn’t understand her overly neutral reaction, but Faye did. How did you explain to people that long after an implant that was designed to teach you to suppress your stronger emotions was removed from your brain you still couldn’t shake its influence? There was no pain now when she felt strongly about anything, but her first inclination was to avoid the painful stimulus in the first place. “It was, and yes, I saw all of it,” she said simply. More than you know, she thought as she gazed at Cochrane. her mind was already going through what steps she would take regarding Harv. But whether to clear it or simply lump it under orders was the question currently on her mind. “Strange man,” she added with a slight raising of her eyebrows.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

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