Pointy

Posted on Sun Apr 7th, 2024 @ 6:30am by Lieutenant Marikit "Kit" Urso & Lieutenant Sovas Nyseth

Mission: In-Between (S1:E7-S1:E8)
Location: Engineering
Timeline: Date 2371-09-23 at 1530
1426 words - 2.9 OF Standard Post Measure

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Sovas crouched down in the tall savanna grasses of Terra more equatorial lands, the heat of the summer sun was a comfort on his bare back, the hunting spear a comforting reminder in his hand as he stalked forward quietly, his eyes on the cape buffalo, pausing when the dangerous beast reared up its head as if sense that danger was nearby but couldn't see where it was. The half-Vulcan had once gone on expedition with his father and hunted one of these beasts, even with a high powered rifle and three shots from an agonizer rifle, it had seemed like it would never go down.

Though his father and their party had managed to bring it down and bring home another trophy.

He wouldn't be able to do anything like that with this holographic beast, but he was feeling....feral. He didn't have a better word for it and so he'd thrown himself into hunting. Moving with a deliberate slowness, he drew back his arm and launched the first spear with the kind of force that even a pure blood Terran athlete would envy. He was readying the second one as he instead heard not the satisfying squelch of the spear head imbedding in flesh but a discordant clang of metal on metal as the holodeck failed and took with it most of the African savanna. "End program," He barked out as the holodeck shut down, leaving him clad in just the simple pants and holding the trio of spears he'd brought with him for the hunt.

Once he'd retrieved the thrown spear, he made his way to the lift, each stride purposeful until he'd reached his destination in engineering, reaching out to stop one of the crew men. "I'm looking for the Chief, is she here?"

The man Sovas stopped recoiled slightly at the hybrid’s appearance and the fact he was carrying around three spears. He looked like he might be inclined to call security, then the wheels turned enough that he realized it was the Chief Operations Officer.

“Yeah she’s here… somewhere. Last I saw her she was in the office, but she does this thing where she seems to just randomly disappear and then you open a Jeffries tube and bam, she’s in there.”

"Perfect. Our chief engineer is not only a Terran but a magic trick as well." He sighed and pressed the spears into the crewman's hands as he stepped away to see if he could track down his elusive target, which arguably would at least sate a little of the feral desire to track and hunt. Now whether it did anything else would be something to be seen.

He made his way to the Chief's office, pressing the chime button to see if she was there.

The crewman had tried to get Sovas’ attention to see what he should do with the spears, but gave up and awkwardly carried the spears off to put them somewhere out of the way.

“What?” Kit called from within her office, annoyed at the intrusion.
"Good to see that you're as charming as the last time we spoke, Lieutenant." Sovas replied with a dryness that would have made a desert seem practically overflowing with water.

"I tried to relay a message to you and your people about a malfunction with the holodeck, except I was told to take a number and someone would get to it when they get to it...or something along those lines." He stepped into the room, hands behind his back as stood before her, chest bared still as he looked around the office to see if she'd made any personal touches to the room.

“Oh good it’s you.” Kit replied with an equal aridness. She dismissed what she had been doing on the monitor and sat back in her chair. “Yeah, you were told that for a reason… because that’s how it is. I’m not at your beck and call to fix something just because you want to swing around like Tarzan or whatever the fuck you were doing dressed like that.”

The office around her was cluttered with random components and PADDs, it looked a complete mess at first, but the longer someone looked at it, there seemed to be some order to the chaos. Otherwise, Sovas wouldn’t be able to see much of anything personal, but there was the possibility it was all just buried under… stuff.

The half-blood turned his attention back to Kit as he considered her again, arching a brow a little as he seemed to consider what words he should use, since this would require a little more diplomacy. "Hunting, though the reason I had called is because there was a failure of the holodeck while it was in use and your reporting system cut off before I could even lodge what the issue was,"

He wanted to be...polite with her since their initial interaction was a bit of a faux pas on his part but he wasn't sure he'd ever get an opportunity to do so.

“Well, then consider your number taken. I’ll get to it when I get to it, but I’m afraid your time today is just going to be a wash.” Could she have done something about it now? Absolutely. Was she going to? For him, absolutely not. She slid her hands behind her head and swiveled her chair back and forth.

“Anything else you care to pester me with today, Lieutenant?”

"How about we cut the bullshit and bury whatever hatchet you going on between us, we are going to need to work together and we are going to be stuck on the same ship for a very long time," He stated simply, unimpressed with her nonchalant attitude and honestly it was over his own mistaken words which she seemed to refuse to accept no matter how he had tried to offer them, pretty much every time being blown off.

“Not my hatchet. You started it by being a disrespectful fuckhead.” Kit replied succinctly. “I’ll work just fine with you, but I don’t owe you a godsdammed thing in this world, Nyseth.”

"I never implied that you did, but every time I've made an attempt to apologize, you've basically told me to fuck off for a comment I made that was based off of reports and not knowing anyone from the Gladius, there was no malice to it, just my observations." He held her gaze while continuing to stand across the table from her.

"I'm trying to apologize for being a disrespectful fuckhead, taking the time of day as it were since you won't give it." He stated while tilting his head to the side as if to emphasize the point with him being here in her office. "Unless you want to continue whatever this is and not give me a chance to acknowledge and move past it."

“You’re either a disrespectful fuckhead or a fucking idiot then. Which is it?” Kit challenged, her expression quite sour as she continued to sit at ease in her chair.

"That's your only two speeds?" He felt his ire building with the woman. He felt she was being a bit of a fuckwit with the situation but he bit his tongue since he was trying to play nice and report an issue that impacted the rest of the crew. "You did what you had to to survive on the Gladius. I'm glad that you and your crew did. but go fuck yourself. My comments were my words at the time, based on the information I had from the reports."

"I guess that makes me a disrespectful fuckhead; they were observations...has anyone not ever made any of those about your performances without knowing you?"

“Bye, Nyseth.” Kit dismissed him and activated her monitor once more, completely writing him off the moment he told her to go fuck herself. Typical man, feigned contriteness and when that didn’t work, simply got angry.

Sovas sighed and turned to leave, feeling that this had been about as productive as headbutting a bulkhead as he walked out of her office, pausing only a moment to track down his spears before trying to figure out what he was going to do. That seemed to be the million dollar question for him, since he didn't really know what he wanted to do, nothing made sense to him and he wasn't sure where he could even start on trying to fix that.

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