Jul 27, 2004 01:35
:: hobbles down corridor, having been discharged from sickbay finally... thought was gonna be like Da Boss and get his own biobed but nooooo... no great loss, damn things are freakin' uncomfortable anyway...::
::makes a stop by Security to check on... things... such as they are... were already down by numbers, now with self out, and Fisher and Zabel injured, how the fuck are they supposed to be able to protect the ship?::
::thinks of ways to approach the Captain... may need to make use of the MACOs... Da Lootenant Commander wouldn't like it much, but he ain't really here at the moment, is he...::
:::speakin' of... Fer feck's sake, not again... ::
::can't that Admiral Trip lookalike get a girlfriend or something? Gotta have a Reed fixation, gotta keep coming after our boss, messing with our crew, and killing people... goddamn fucktwits... Grant was a good man, now he's a good dead man... not much good to the freakin' mission, remember? the mission? Yet another delay in a long line of delays, at this rate, may as well join the little Napoleon, 'cause Earth ain't gonna be there::
::heads to quarters to have a lay-down... will start double shift in four, so beauty sleep is essential::
::god knows, the whole crew could use that ::