Duty and Rosters (Part I)

Posted on Thu Sep 29th, 2022 @ 10:54am by Lieutenant Commander Amaya Capac & Lieutenant Cyrus Jericho

1,060 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Mission 8 - A Blast from the Past
Location: Jericho's Quarters
Timeline: 2296/03/13 0815 hours

ON

Amaya stopped by her quarters to grab a bottle of white grape juice and a box of pastries she'd picked up from the mess hall and headed for Cyrus' quarters to work on the duty roster. She had every intention of working, but she wanted to have a small celebration for his promotion.

It wasn't that she was glad Lieutenant Adams was gone. She was still a little in shock at what happened, but Cyrus deserved this chance, and she was happy for him.

She grabbed a PADD and headed down the corridor. It didn't take long before she stopped to ring the door chime. She hoped that in the time they had remaining they could not only complete the roster and organize his team, but also have a chance to talk over his plans for the shuttle trip.

Cyrus was standing over a stove, unbuttoned shirt on and tie hanging from a draw nob, as he stirred the sauce pot. "What do you think, Gypsy?" He said as he brought the spoon up to his lips while turning to look at the cat. "Needs more salt?"

The cat was curled up in her bed, looking up at Cyrus, before laying her head back down and closing her eyes.

He finally tasted the sauce, allowing the flavor to move around in his mouth, before finally saying. "Just a bit." He said before taking a pinch and sprinkling it in the sauce pan. "That should be fine... hopefully." Cyrus let out a slight chuckled as he looked back to Gypsy. "Crisis averted, Lil Darlin."

Amaya rang the door chime. She was a bit on edge after the events of the briefing and the potential for trouble on the planet. Information, at this point, was essential, and Cyrus was the best one to help get it.

"Ah... The siren begins her song." Cyrus said as he turned to the cat to add. "I'll get the door. Watch the sauce. Don't make a mess." He removed the stirring spoon from the pan and placed it on a cloth. The new Chief of Security than put his tie back on. Quickly, he put his vest back on and buttoned it over his tie, before stepping to the door to open it. "Hey... Good thing you showed up, the cat was getting nervous. You ever see a power cat on edge? Let's just say, me and my electrical system thank you."

Maya chuckled. "You can assure your electrical system I'm always on call in an emergency." She walked in and kissed his cheek. "And I brought pastries."

"Ooh... pastries." Cyrus replied, kissing Amaya back on her cheek before adding. "All I had was replicated ice cream for dessert. This works."

"Ice cream for dessert just makes it better," she said, grinning. "Ice cream with duty rosters. Or maybe while we plan your shuttle trip. I don't think we'll hear from the Avians before the Captain's deadline."

"Best to get out there before the deadline. Especially with our cloaked friends possibly waiting in the shadows." He motioned her to follow, leading her to the kitchen where he was just about done with preparing the food. "The Captain certainly gave these Bird's something to think about. I wouldn't be surprised if they go passed the deadline because they can't reach a consensus." Cyrus motioned to an empty chair. "Sit... please."

"That's a good point," she said, taking a seat. "The deadline is the Captain's. I'm curious to get a better look at the planet myself."

Cyrus took the spoon up and stirred the sauce slightly before looking to the cat, curled up in her bed, before asking. "Did you stir this were you sleeping all this time?" He looked over to Maya before replying. "I should stir it just in case." He let out a slight laugh, mixed in with a smile, before continuing their conversation. "If you ask me, and I know you secretly are, I think the deadline should never have been placed. It's all on this Avian species and when they are comfortable. Forcing them to decide is only going to make it seem like we're pushing them. We should have allowed them to decide when to get back to us and showed we were serious by staying here as long as it takes. That would show them how much this means to us. Not giving them a time table."

"The captain is not a patient woman." She grinned impishly. "Yes, I secretly want to know what you think. And here I thought I was the only telepath."

Cyrus seemed to chuckle, lifting the lid to the bigger pot to check on the contents inside, only to cover it back up. "To my knowledge, only one half of me is a touch empathic, which I am sure doesn't count." He quickly turned off the burners and wiped his hands with the cloth. "She's asking them to take whatever perception they believed was their place in the universe and throw it out the window to consider something else entirely. It's a big step." Cyrus opened the cupboards and started to remove plates and bowels, placing them on the table, only to turn back to remove the utensils from the draws. "Not to mention, knowing that we have the Romulans whispering in their ears, it makes thing complicated."

"It does. I hope this shuttle trip will help us identify how far the Romulan incursion goes. How much tech have they already given the Avians and are they still trying to influence them." When this was all over, she wanted to see if Cyrus was, indeed, a bit telepathic.

"Won't know until we get down there." Cyrus replied, smiling a bit, as he added the necessary spices into the taller pot, after uncovering it to place the lid in the sink. He grabbed a wooden spoon and began to stir in the spices. "I am hoping for an easy run, but I am also preparing for a conflict. We can't be so sure." He finally smiled as he stepped away from the pot. "Abracadabra... Presto Magic-Oh. I present to you, Slum Noodles in Pantry Sauce."

(To be continued...)

Lieutenant Cyrus Jericho
Chief Security/Tactical Officer

Lieutenant Commander Amaya Capac
Executive Officer & Chief Operations Officer

 

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