Night 45: Main Hallway, 1-West
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Once away from the safety of the patient block, Momo slowed down as she traveled along the left hand wall to cover her blind spot. In this position, she could easily draw her sword and deal with issues as they arose. Hopefully, there would be none.
Momo had too much on her mind to want to deal with anything she didn't have to.
Once away from the safety of the patient block, Momo slowed down as she traveled along the left hand wall to cover her blind spot. In this position, she could easily draw her sword and deal with issues as they arose. Hopefully, there would be none.
Momo had too much on her mind to want to deal with anything she didn't have to.
He may have taken command of the bridge before, but that had been a dire situation. The whole time, he'd been scared to death that Nero would try to hail the Enterprise again, and Chekov would cause him to attack the ship again. He'd been ready to accept the responsibility--but he was a navigator, not a Commander or a Captain.
And certainly not a First Officer capable of serving under Commander Spock. Chekov didn't know how Captain Kirk would fare with Commander Spock as his First Officer, but Chekov had a feeling their opinions would sometimes--if not always--come into conflict. Commander Spock had already contracted another person to read the stars and questioned the bad feeling Chekov had gotten in the pit of his stomach when he came back to the board to find his message series gone. Who would want his authorization code? He should have never posted it there--now someone had his authorization code, name, everything.
Well... it was possible that it would do the other party no good at all. After all, he hadn't seen the Enterprise docked outside the building.
He passed by two people having some sort of discussion, but dismissed it for now. If he was going to be Commander Spock's First Officer (and he hoped to God he wouldn't be), being punctual was the first step, he supposed.
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