Doldrums of Routine

Posted on Thu Jul 25th, 2019 @ 4:15pm by
Edited on on Thu Jul 25th, 2019 @ 4:15pm

235 words; about a 1 minute read

Mission: What Stalks The Night
Location: Rec Facilities

Rebecca burst of of the water her mouth open, and nostrils flared as she filled her lungs with fresh oxygen.

Panting she rubbed water from her eyes, and pushed away errant stands of her hair that weren't long enough to be held in her ponytail.

She turned to the wall, and with an awkward splash, she climbed out of the pool, and splattered over to one of the lounge chairs and retrieved her towel.

She quickly dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her waist before sliding her feet into her flip-flops.

She made her way to the turbolift and stood awkwardly in the back as officers and crew joined her. The lift had stopped a third time, and this time her fried Kat stepped on.

"Ye look like a wee wet dog," Kat said in her thick highlighter accent.

Rebecca scowled, "I don't need any comments from the peanut gallery. How's Marine country?"

"Och aye, it will do. They are a bonnie unit to be sure."

This time she smirked. The two were as close as sisters, and they knew each other far too well, having met at the Academy. "Admiral T'ver asked about you the other day."

Kat raised an eyebrow, "Oh aye? I expect ye sung me praises?"

"I did."

"Good."

The lift stopped and Rebecca stepped off. "I have to get ready for duty. Tonight?"

"Aye, I'll see ye then."

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