“Number six.” the Visual Therapy Technician said. Glowing blue eyes flicked ever so slightly and the red haired woman in a gold uniform said “Acquired. Tracking.” and the Technician tapped on a PaDD for a moment. “Three.” they said and again the eyes flicked. “Acquired. Tracking.” she replied. Again the tapping and then the Technician said “And now here.” and pointed at their lap. Veronica Raven McCallister’s eyes didn’t move and she said “Target too small for lock. Magnifying.” and the Technician said “Oh, come on, Raven! That was uncalled for!” The fire-red haired woman leaned back and dismissed the micro-drones her eyes were tracking with a mental ‘swipe’ across her field of vision. “No, it absolutely was and is called for.” she said with an edge to her voice as she crossed her arms on her chest. “I’m here for my final calibration of my eyes… not to revisit a drunken mistake from six months ago, Turner.” Turner, the technician, actually pouted a little. “It might have been a mistake then… but you are leaving! There isn’t going to be another chance we can-” and Raven locked him with a glare that seemed to make her eyes glow even brighter. She leaned forward and said “I said no. I meant no. I will continue to mean no. I’m not interested, and I gotta pack. Are we done?” she asked curtly as she stood up. Turner looked at her and then leaned back in his chair. “You know you can’t leave until I clear those eyes of yours. So maybe you take a seat and we can talk about-” and his voice was cut off as McCallister grabbed his chin and, using his leaning posture as an advantage, slammed the back of his head into the table behind him. The chair he was seated in flew out from under him and he fell to the floor unconscious and with small amount of blood oozing from the back of his head. She picked up the PaDD, entered in Turner’s credentials, and marked her cybernetics as fully functional. Raven then tapped her commbadge. =/\= McCallister to Sickbay. Medical emergency in Cybernetics lab three. =/\= and she leaned back against the wall as a few moments later three medical officers materialed in the room and rushed to Turner’s side.

Seeing he had help, Raven pushed off the wall and started to walk out. One of the medical officers yelled after her “Wait! We need statement from you, Lieutenant!” McCallister didn’t stop or turn around. She just said “Statement? Ok. No means no.” and she walked out the doors and towards her quarters to pack.

McCallister, Tactical