Posted by Lieutenant Tandra Mika (Counselor) in Shooting to Make An Impression
It had taken three days for Mika to find the courage to contact her date from the charity auction. She had settled on a Saturday, two weekends after the event, and suggested that as the date. The whole thing had her unbearably nervous, and she kept reminding herself how polite the person had seemed in each of their interactions thus far.

Work allowed her the chance to keep her mind off the impending meet-up, for she was far too busy to worry about her personal affairs. At last the day before the event came and no longer could she hide from her nerves. She could at least find comfort in that it wasn’t going to be anything overly formal and outside her comfort zone. She was no expert marksman but she’d much rather make a fool of herself on a shooting range than suffer through a stuffy dinner at some black tie formal joint.

The day came and dressed in the outfit Sharah had suggested, Mika made her way to the square near the hospital with the food trucks, the place she had agreed to meet up with her “date”. She wore a form fitting athletic top and a pair of long athletic pants, made of a stretchy material, complete with sporty shoes. Dressed nicely, but for the activity planned for the day. Her brown hair was pulled back out of the way into a clip.

She found a bench to sit down on and waited patiently. It was most likely easier to look for them than for the Breen to look for her, he was seven foot tall and stood out in a crowd without question compared to her short stature of just five foot three and nondescript brown hair. It was easy for Mika to blend into a crowd, not that the square was too busy that day. There were enough people they wouldn’t be the only ones around, but few enough it seemed to be a nice, relaxing day. She pulled a book out to read while she waited - a book on historical medical practices throughout the Federation.

~ Mika

“Good afternoon, Doctor. I trust you are well.” a synthesized voice said from behind her. The Breen, as always encased in the armored suit that was their trademark, walked into view and stood in front of her. “I trust you are ready for our excursion? I have to admit, I have been looking forward to the outing. It will be a good change of pace from my day-to-day activities.”

Kashir Gran