Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Luke Wyatt (Incoming Security Chief) in Mess Hall- Late Night

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

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Faye shook her head. “No, see the problem here is that you are tacking exception to you being kept in the dark. I can assure you that there are plenty of people who know all about this. What if, hypothetically, this is something you might be included in later, but for the time being it’s been decided by people farther up the chain of command that you don’t need to know. I need to know all the details because my work requires it. Yours does not. For the time being, my work doesn’t even involve your department. Curiosity or not, I can’t understand why you can’t leave this alone!” Uggh, not she was all irritated and this was supposed to be a quiet meal.

“You’re Niave” He said a little angrier than he had anticipated, his Intrions here were to make peace. But her ‘I’m better than you’ complex, be it through the fact she was privy to more information or her disregard for professional respect was driving him up the wall. “I have never understood why information is withheld, at any level. Imagine how mor efficient we’d be if information was passed along quicker unfiltered . Bureaucracy in its finest firm”

Naive? Her?!? He had no idea. None. Faye found herself shaking her head back and forth and trying to remember for the umpteenth time that whole breathing thing that __ had tried to teach her with very mixed results. Wyatt, whether intentionally or not, was trying to bait her and the reality was that if there was aanyone on the ship who would question the way of things, it was her. Hadn’t she been putting herself on the line doing that very thing?! But nope, her lips were sealed so she couldn’t even retort that much.

She chucked down her spoon with a clatter. “And you don’t know me at all. I’ve never been a ‘sheep’, and I certainly never will be,” she said with a bitter laugh. It was interesting that he hadn’t been privy to the extensive gossip mill of the ship. That or he was keeping those details close.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“You’re right I don’t know you, I hadn’t even come here to discuss work exactly.” He wasn’t sure how to continue, thier conversation had grown toxic. Luke wasn’t the kind of person to fight against the tide but her ability to rub him up the wrong way both enfuriated him and excited him.

“Can’t we just talk about something else? Perhaps I came off wrong, asked the wrong questions and gave the wrong impression. It’s late, and well, if we can’t discuss work let’s just… Talk. As much as I’d like to claim I planned this my… Mental state makes it hard to sleep. It was more of an educated guess you’d be here too” Maybe the Security officer was in over his head, maybe he was trying to drain blood from a stone but he never knew when to quit that’s what made him the perfect marine.

• Lieutenant JG Luke Wyatt

Faye glared at him. “You want to talk.... really? And people think I’m the socially difficult person.” It almost made her laugh. Just enough that the corners of her mouth tugged upwards for a brief moment.

“I’m here eating at, gods know what hour it is now, because my work is that important that sometimes I don’t get dinner till a little while before bed,” Faye remarked. It was as good as it was going to get for the moment. After all, what did he expect, them to suddenly switch off and be bff’s who braided each other’s hair and gossiped?

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist