Post by mral on Dec 30, 2009 14:05:00 GMT -8
It wasn't long before M'Ral caught up with Mitra. Though he would talk when spoken to, he was silent but attentive, both to what he was doing and to his partner. Nothing would be happening to Mitra on his watch and he hoped it was the other way around as well.
M'Ral continued his work as he listened to Mitra speak, telling him he was looking forward to working with him. "As am I," he replied, not shielding his feelings. He was actually pleased to being able to work with one of his security officers so soon - and not to mention, with little threat to the ship. "It is a good thing you came to help Commander Pesh'ewa with these repairs. This ship could use a lot of work, and even if we are not engineers our basic training and these devices are helping with that."
But M'Ral wasn't feeling completely well. In these tight, enclosed spaces, it felt...strange.
A cold chill ran down his spine, as he finished the part he was working on. M'Ral glanced to the side, and thought he could hear the merchanical sounds of a borg drone. Of Ensign Gibbs - one of those who had perished in the attack - calling out to him for help. He then realised this wasn't real. The security chief closed his eyes, and concentrated, and the sounds went away.
M'Ral knew for sure that he would be speaking with the counselor when this was over. "I'm sorry," he said to Mitra, who had probably seen him dazed for a moment. "Was just a little...dazed."
Tag Mitra/Any
M'Ral continued his work as he listened to Mitra speak, telling him he was looking forward to working with him. "As am I," he replied, not shielding his feelings. He was actually pleased to being able to work with one of his security officers so soon - and not to mention, with little threat to the ship. "It is a good thing you came to help Commander Pesh'ewa with these repairs. This ship could use a lot of work, and even if we are not engineers our basic training and these devices are helping with that."
But M'Ral wasn't feeling completely well. In these tight, enclosed spaces, it felt...strange.
A cold chill ran down his spine, as he finished the part he was working on. M'Ral glanced to the side, and thought he could hear the merchanical sounds of a borg drone. Of Ensign Gibbs - one of those who had perished in the attack - calling out to him for help. He then realised this wasn't real. The security chief closed his eyes, and concentrated, and the sounds went away.
M'Ral knew for sure that he would be speaking with the counselor when this was over. "I'm sorry," he said to Mitra, who had probably seen him dazed for a moment. "Was just a little...dazed."
Tag Mitra/Any