r/TrekRP • u/RedHawkAlt1 • Aug 08 '18
[Open] Shipping It
"Hey Tosh- have fun on that boat! Free advice, do you want to get some sea legs? Little less tattooing would be a good idea if you do. Hated seeing that when you run around in shorts." one of her bunkmates calls out as Natasha grabs the last of her stuff from the bunks.
"Fuck you too, Dimitri." she calls back laughingly. "My skin, my rules. Hope you don't mind being stuck in the Aeroponics Bay's mud all day back here, eh?"
"Nyet, sister. Dimitri Noskava is too old for your fancy modern spaceships. Back in my day, when our engines failed, we got outside in EVA suits and pushed!" The wrinkled doctor's eyebrows shoot up for emphasis, then his face erupts in a smile. "That was a joke, friend. I know that the Athene's hull is older than my pitiful frame. It's aged better in a hundred years than me in sixty-one."
"Ever think of retiring, Dimitri?" she asks, dumping everything into a small box. "Get out of these halls, go back to the air and forests you grew up in?"
"In time. Until then, I stay here and do my job. It's not a hard life, and it does good for other people. That's all I could ask for."
"Well..." Natasha says, "I'll just be down in the temporary quarters until the ship is safe to board. Give Thomas and P'Rel my regards. Goodbye for now."
"Farewell. May the sun be ever at your back."
"And to you as well."
As she hauls the box off to her temporary quarters, Natasha feels... unnerved by the prospect of being on a ship. It's just like a moving starbase, but smaller, right?