ACROSS THE U N I V E R S E //STAR TREK
Dec 8, 2013 5:48:22 GMT -5
Post by ✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ on Dec 8, 2013 5:48:22 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; padding: 35px 10px 5px 10px; border-radius: 5px;]My feet hit the bridge with a slam as I leap from the elevator. The motion is probably unnecessary but I can't help the excitement that makes my body shake and a huge grin form it's self across my face. After weeks of shore leave, we are about to traverse Panem again. I do appreciate the time away to rest, or in my case get smashed almost every night and wake up in different beds, sometimes with more than one other inhabitant, but there is something about this ship that calls to me. There is something about the adventure ahead that begins to whisper to me days before we leave. What can I say, I'm a sucker for the old girl, I can't be away for long before The Enterprise calls me back with her siren song. We depart in minutes, and after so long apart it feels more like coming home than leaving it. My fingers scrape along the walls as I walk around the perimeter of the circular room. I've even missed the smell of the mechanical beast I live inside so willingly. I was made for this, to go places most men and women willingly wouldn't, to face foes most would run from. I'm either incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid, but this life is my one and only calling. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here, standing in front of the Captain's chair, waiting for lift off. "Sulu, are we almost ready?" I ask, clapping my hands on the man in question's shoulders. He jumps a bit beneath my hands, and I grin, backing away. He mumbles assent, and I can't help but chuckling as I back off. I'm waiting on confirmation from Scotty, we can't go if he isn't ready. I have yet to hear from Spock either, I think the guy might still be a little bit miffed with me. I don't have to wonder if Bones is annoyed with me, because he always is. I'm sure I saw the Old Crone earlier, she's hard to miss that one, wouldn't have it any other way, and I know Chekov is around here somewhere. He's always running around, tinkering with something, bless him. I walk to the front window, to look down at the hangar beneath us. People move about, all looking like they're doing something important. I wonder if they are actually doing anything important or if they are just running around with those papers to look official. A small smirk transforms my face and I lean my forehead against the glass and shut my eyes in complete joy. It's so damn good to be back. Still, our continuing mission wiggles about in my brain, just asking for attention. I don't want to give it any. "This is a safe zone Captain, you may speak freely here." I rub the back of my neck, my happy grin gone. For all that I love my job, there is one thing that I could live without. That being the transport of fugitives from the wild to the Detention Center. I hate that, especially when the so called 'fugitives' are sixteen year old kids, angry and scared. I grew up with the games, grew up with the air of superiority that comes with having a father like mine and being Capital bred. I just can't bring myself to keep feeling it after meeting these people. I can't bring myself to forget their faces, no matter how many nights I spend drunk and in the arms of yet another lover. "Captain? Will you give the announcement?" Pushing myself off the glass, I make my way over to the Captain's chair and flop into it. "Give me The Enterprise," I say with a nod, and the techie turns on the PA system. "Enterprise, this is your Captain speaking. Today we set off once again for the great unknown, and there can be no finer crew than ours. I thank you all for your continued service and loyalty to the Capital. This time we go for a little longer than usual, do not expect to see home again until August. Our mission this venture is simple. We go to seek out the unknown, to find more mutts, and to hunt down the renegade wanderers that plague our perfect utopia. Take off is in ten minutes, Kirk out." I snap my fingers to turn the system off and then sit in my chair, lips turned downward in a pout. I think The Crone must be rubbing off on me because where only minutes ago I was excited and happy, I'm suddenly tense. I attempt to smooth out my brow, and open my mouth wide to escape the frown, hooking my bottom teeth in front of my upper, and unhooking again. Looking around the room, I force a smile, even though Chekov's seat is empty and there is still no sign of the pointy-eared bastard I call a first mate. "Sulu, have you seen the chihuahua?" You're on a different road, I'm in the milky way You want me down on earth, but I am up in space You're so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch You're from the 70's, but I'm a 90's btch |
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