Posted by Commander Jason Reilly (XO) in Office - CIO

Posted by Lieutenant Fihnrilkk’Hob”ledn-ardol (Fin) (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Office - CIO
Sitting at her computer, Fin’s hand hovered over the ‘send’ button. Did she really want to leave the Wolverine in favor of whatever else INTEL could come up with? She got up from the desk and made a drink for herself. It was one of the better bottles of rum she owned, flavored with plums, bananas, almonds, vanilla and caramelized sugar cane.

Her shift was long over with but she couldn’t sleep, so she’d slipped on a pair of low slung pants and a cropped t-shirt that slid off one shoulder and headed to her office. It was 0145 hours and Fin was having what for her, was a life crisis. She paced the open area in her bare feet, her shoes kicked over into a corner. Walking over to the wall that was one, large viewport, she leaned against a corner and stared out at the blackness of space.

—Fin

It was a small ship, and it was the end of his shift. As Reilly left the bridge and walked down the passageway, he passed Fin’s door. He paused and then thought Oh what the hell. and pressed the chime and waited.

Nothing.

=/\=Computer. Location of Lt. Fihnrilkk’Hob”ledn-ardol. =/\= The computer replied =/\=The CIO is in her office.=/\= Jason’s brow furrowed. It was late… or early, depending on your perspective. He made his way to the office and pressed the chime, just to make sure she was ok.

Reilly

The chime surprised her. Not moving from her spot against the wall, she looked over at the door. “Come.” Who would be looking for her at this hour? There wasn’t a problem with the ship their status or she would have heard about it already, so it had to be a personal call.

—Fin