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B'Etor Patterson

Root Beer Floats & Anbo-jyutsu

She moved into her quarters, most of her personal belongings still unpacked. She had been too busy trying to get used the re-fitted layout of the Akira-class starship, and reading up medical texts and procedures involved in First Contact. She yawned, exhausted from the away team mission to the HaVorante planet. She shook her head at the mess her belongs made and just moved her hand, as if to brush it away. She would deal with the project of putting away her belongings on a day she wasn’t so drained.

 

“Sonic Shower, for one.” She moved into her bedroom and unzipped her uniform, tossing it into the pile that had started to develop in the corner. She groaned at the tediousness of the mission she and the medical team had been assigned, as she threw the rest of her clothes to the pile, getting into the shower. She had been in holo-missions more dangerous, more daunting than the mission she had just completed, but still felt so fatigued. She yawned again, trying to get what felt like dust off of her.

 

“What is the matter with me… That should have been a piece of cake.” She shrugged off her feelings of tension and fatigue as the shower cleaned her up and made her feel slightly refreshed. Stepping out, she dried off and got into a non-uniform outfit, looking at herself in the mirror. She saw the tired look on her face and then smiled, shaking her head. Moving to her desk, the only un-packed item was a holo-image of her and what looked like an Admiral. The man next to her stood tall as they both smiled in the image.

 

“I’m trying father. I won’t let you down, this time.” She ran her finger through the image, and it distorted, then re-took it’s shape. She moved to the replicater, tossing her quickly drying hair over her shoulder in the curly pile she had managed to finally tame. She looked at the machine for a moment, then nodded, realizing what she wanted.

 

“Computer. Root beer float, large, three scoops of vanilla ice cream.” The computer beeped, and after a minute, her request appeared. She smiled, nodding in satisfaction, picking up the cold glass, moving to her desk, sitting at it. PADD’s of medical information, and the PADD of CMO Pilot’s review of the away mission. She closed her eyes, leaning back in the chair, thinking about the Academy, and how much more simple it was there.

 

After a momentary lapse of consciousness she heard the chime of someone calling her.“Ensign Praxx to Ensign Patterson” The voice deep and rather harsh, with little to no emotion behind it. Looking around, lost for a moment, she responded to the call. “Patterson here.” She heard a familiar voice and smiled. “Care to join me for a friendly match of Anbo-jyutsu?” She laughed, hearing his request. Anbo-jyutsu was neither friendly, nor a game. Two people stood in a ring and fought, blinded by helmets. The point in the game was to knock your opponent down without seeing them. “You don’t mean friendly, you mean freaky!” She answered him and after a brief silence he responded. “Holo-suite 2 in five minutes.” The comm link cut off and she blinked, smiling as she shook her head. He was gruff, cold, rather heartless in most people’s eyes, but not to her. She saw the other side to Ensign Jaden Praxx. She sat up, putting her glass in the recycling machine, then moved to her clothes, getting her Anbo-jyutsu outfit. She smiled, knowing where this match would most likely end up between them. She looked around her quarters and shrugged.

 

“At least it’s already a mess.” She took one last look in the mirror, and with a tie she pulled her hair into a ponytail, exposing her pointed, Romulan ears. She nodded and then headed out to the Holo-suite.

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