Juliet growled as she paced her quarters. The CO was gone, the XO disappeared right in front of her and the visiting Captain, and now that visitor was their current CO. “It’s not fair… This ship can’t get a break!”

The fiery RTF office slammed her fist into the door jamb to the sleeping area as she passed it. Shaking off the pain, and sighing at her stupidity, she shook her head. “Well I can’t help him run the ship, but I can make sure he doesn’t do it on an empty stomach.”

It didn’t occur to Juliet that she wasn’t in uniform as she heard for the Captain’s location. The quick query to the computer had informed her. And, of course, he was in his office. Since it was halfway through the second shift, she guessed he was either still neck deep in paperwork, or eyeballs deep in comms to Starfleet about what had occurred. The former she was pretty sure she could interrupt.

But if it were conferences…

She paused just long enough for the turbo lift to reach her then she stepped in with a determined nod. Either way, she knew he hasn’t eaten. Or at least, she was guessing he hadn’t. She knew she hadn’t. Why not ask?

A few moments later she said outside his office door, hair ins loose ponytail at the back of her neck. Her hand smoothing the invisible wrinkles from her deep green tunic top that hung down loose to her thighs over black leggings and calf high deep brown boots. Raising her hand, she tapped the come to announce herself, hoping one just time, that she wasn’t interrupting a call with an Admiral.

Juliet
RTF