(Untitled)

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::runs hand through rebellious hair, quickly lowering it to stifle a yawn...apparently sleep in morning should have been extended to a sleep in day::

::blinks when a blur of mostly orange darts past::

Neelix? Neelix! Where's the fire?

::sighs when Talaxian halts and looks around with even more panic, offering self-translation::

What's the hurry?

Comments

[ba_neelix]

You don't know?!

::lowers voice immediately after surprised exclamation, taking advantage of momentary rest to wipe brow::

It seems I have to rush preparations for our Kelsie's party. A probe sent out this morning indicated the possibility of unexpectedly hostile space. ahead. The Captain seems to think it would be best if we moved ahead with the slipstream project...tomorrow, if possible.

[ltcmdrtomparis]

Aw, he...

::slaps forehead...can't even take a nap...damned sneaky Indian::

::shakes head at anxiously wobbling alien::

Fine, fine, carry on.

::regrets dismissal almost as soon as the Talaxian flies around a corner...too many questions::

::hostile territory is nothing new, whatever is up ahead must be something else to kick on flight versus fight::

::it would have been nice to have been woken to see firsthand::

::bites back annoyance, slapping comm badge instead::

Paris to Chakotay. I miss something?

[captainchakotay]

::suppresses sigh, had a feeling it wouldn't be long::

Not yet. You're just in time.

Meet me in holodeck one. I want to run a few simulations.

[ltcmdrtomparis]

In a jiffy.

::turns on heel to head for lift, too annoyed to even manage a nod to passing gaggle of crewmen::

You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you're just avoiding hearing me out on that idea I sent to your desk, oh, weeks ago.

Frankly, I'm bothered by it. Since I do your paperwork, I'd at least like to think my opinion merits some consideration in the grand scheme of things. Being I seem to be first officer and all.