Casela sat in her office, twiddling her thumbs for lack of anything to do. They were all watching her, she couldn’t blink without people asking if she was ‘okay.’ Of course she wasn’t. She knew that, by the Great Fire, everyone knew that. But this wasn’t her. They were going off on this crazy mission for Roebuck and as of right now, Casela was the weakest link on the ship, and she didn’t like that. She knew there was no way she’d be the strongest link, there was too much lost over the last months, but she could be better. And she knew who would understand. Precautions would have to be taken, or she’d have to be aware of her limitations, but she didn’t have to sit here either. As long as no one knew she’d get away with it. With that in mind, Casela slipped out of her office and off the deck, taking a very round about way to the RTF deck and the RCO office where she palmed the chime. If anyone asked, she’d tell them she was checking up on a couple of officers who had been having problems.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS