EPI S [Day 03 | 1200 ] Out Of Their Depths

January 30, 2026, 03:00:09 PM

Mickayla sighed in relief as the hot water cascaded down her body. She had showered in the Security Centre after the battle; she needed to after removing her armour. She had wanted, needed food and sleep as well but had barely gotten either before the work to repair the ship and get it ready for the arrival of the Federation President began. That had meant another ten hours of work moving bodies and checking for hidden dangers. Then had come the calls from various Klingons in their fleet wanting to discuss matters with the head of House Mo’Kai. She had politely, or as politely as she had been able advised them to contact her father, Mac’mon, as he was the head of the house. She had killed Gorka during a challenge in her father’s name. Kind of.

Stopping the water, Mickayla stood there a moment, letting the water run off her muscular frame before she stepped out and picked up the towel. Despite an exhaustive search, she had yet to find a towel material that didn’t annoy her as she dried herself. Her skin was just too sensitive. Focusing exercises helped, and the material of her exosuit luckily didn’t rub when she wore it. But uniforms, and especially towels, they made her skin crawl from overstimulation.

Throwing the towel on the basin, Mickayla stepped back into her bedroom and gazed out the window at the space beyond, one populated by Klingon, Romulan, Reman, and now, Federation starships. Shaking her head, she went to lie down, when the chime for door sounded. Growling and wanting to ignore it, the Scottish born Klingon grabbed the robe she kept ready and quickly donned it, tying it loosely. Whoever it was, she was going to dismiss them swiftly so that she could return to her bed and get some rest.

Striding out into the space she had once shared with the Gorn, Sithick, she waved her hand across the door controls, opening them.

“Yes, what is it?”

Re: EPI S [Day 03 | 1200 ] Out Of Their Depths

Reply #1 – January 30, 2026, 11:07:57 PM

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Non-Comissioned officers quarters | Deck 15 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 [Show/Hide]

To say that the young Betazoid woman trudging down the corridor was exhausted would be an understatement to end all understatements. Her body ached, she needed to replicate a new uniform, get her hair cut, and soak in water for hours. She needed a week of sleep. She needed everyone around her to be quiet and reign their thoughts in. She needed a week of heavy counseling, at the minimum. She probably needed more than the cursory scan with a medical tricorder she'd received in the immediate aftermath of her return from the Hobus star system and the battle at the Triangle. That marked the what.... 10th battle since she'd woken up months back, pulled out of stasis with a new arm, and a new job, after the flight from Jupiter Station where here entire department had been wiped out?

Okay, I need a few years of counseling. Lets not shit ourselves. But hey, you met the President of the Federation today. Not many folk can say that! And what a fucking wild day it had been. Faye half thought she was in a coma, and this was a fever dream. But she hurt too much for that to be the case. And everyone was too dirty. And too clothed.

The brunette paused and took a moment to get her bearings. She'd been to this part of the ship a time or three over the months that she had served aboard, but it wasn't where she normally lay her head at night. Even after she got shifted out of the department head's billet, once Lt. Commander Rutherford had come aboard to turn her one woman diplomatic team back into an actual department, Ens. Eloi-Danvers had been granted her own private quarters, as befitting her rank as an officer and her position within the ships crew and diplomatic department. Not that she often slept alone of course. But with the recent detached duty to Hobus, and the state of the ship when she returned, Faye was without her normal accommodations. It would take Operations and Engineering some time to repair the damage to that section of the ship. And while she might have sought out her lover, PO Riley Patterson, but the petty officer shared an abode with another medic and both were working around the clock at the moment down in the medbay. The last thing either needed was Faye dropping in. Nor did she go after Lt. Zark, for similar reasons.

But the ships quartermaster had been on the ball and promptly assigned Faye a billet while the Betazoid had been meeting with colleauges from some of the other Federation ships that had arrived at the Triangle. Sure, it was a shared accommodation in non-com country, but it was temporary, and Faye was a social creature. A very tired one with nothing to take with her save what she'd packed in her bag for the Hobus expedition, and had lugged around the ship since she returned. Had she been less tired she might have recognized where she was headed, but her head was swimming and her thoughts were muddled. Thus she took no notice of the address of the door she stumbled to a stop in front of, save to check it matched what she had been given. And didn't bother to note who else it was assigned to. Instead she just pressed the call button.

Sure, the ship had already granted her access to the room as she was assigned there for now, but she wasn't rude, and this person was having to put up with a new roommate. She could at least be polite about it, even if she was exhausted. Diplomatic, even.

A blast of warm, moist air billowed out of the unit and Faye blinked in surprise as it seemed to coil around her ankles as she looked up at the woman in the doorway. "Holy shit," she blurted out. "Oh thank the gods, you're alive. And I don't have to break someone new in," she added rapidly, before throwing her arms around the short (for a KIingon) woman and hugging her tight.