The Highest Low

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Miles Head Spun around to go to the Main SEC office.

 

With a light case of eye irritation, The normally proud Irish Middie was squinting like a dog. After Waving to a few fellow crewmembers, Miles spotted " Mister DoZe off from the Umbara representative guard duty. With a wry smile he reported to the Main offices.

 

With his rank back, Miles felt a sense of cockyness that shouldn't be there. Although somewhat humble, Miles still wouldn't acknowledge the fact that he was wrong to go about shooting three crewmembers. The Bruise on his knee from the Jeff. Tubes were still there and reminded him that instead of filing some reports that could be done in an hour about his patrol, Miles made his drowsy mind up to go and see his boss.

 

Whether for good or bad, Miles Walked into Sickbay and to his suprise Kansas was out of bed! He asked another Crewman where she was and luckily she was just in another room where she was supposed to be and While Miles vainly tried to wave at her through some glass, A comm came in from the Drowsy Crewman guard that helped him with the hostage. He said to report to Main SEC at once, and now A new sense over took Miles.

 

Frustration.

 

His Boss was probably at her highest low.

 

While Still trying to get her attention, and walkin out, he told the Crewman to tell Kansas his " Mean Green Marine Spittin' Machine" Came in to see her and that he sends his regards.

 

Miles stroll onto the corridor, Feeling rather drowsy and numb. Finally, back in the TL he went, All the way to the SEC Deck, and felt like this whole thing was crazy. The past few months had been in a blur. So far away from Starfleet, Being punished for his radical actions, his tooth brushing extravaganza, and now back to normal duty! Although Miles felt fine, emotionally, him and kansas both shared a metaphor.

 

They were at there highest low.

Edited October 11, 2007 by miles_obrien