That away mission had been a hell of a disappointment. The situation was weird enough to keep Travis off-balance and kinda sweaty the whole time, and then he didn't even get to shoot anyone. And worse, that creepifying doll-lady had come back with them. Better her than Korby, though. Asshole. That man had made his skin crawl ( Read more... )

Martens hadn't signed the message he'd sent to Harris - and then to everyone else, the fucker - but Travis knew damn well that there was a limited number of assfaces (Rien's word. He liked it) on board who'd go after Rien. Or him. Or especially both ( Read more... )

Rien was coming over. She was coming over, and they were going to watch a movie. And eat dinner. It was like a date, even more like a date than going to the phaser range and teaching her how to shoot ( Read more... )

Chekov had said the brunette nurse, Rien, wanted to touch his gun. Which was good, right? Whichever kind of gun. Harris vaguely knew who she was, he thought. Pretty. Soft hands. CurvySo now Harris wanted to touch Rien. But how to accomplish this ( Read more... )

[[OOC: If you're trying to figure out why Harris is in the numirrorverse, this journal is actually for numHarris. But comments from it on nuverse posts are from nuHarris. Harris doesn't have enough of an inner life to need two journals, the poor lad.]]Travis Harris was bored. Which wasn't all that unusual, really. But he was bored while not ( Read more... )