Ramirez was pacing back and forwards in his ready room. Fuck! He wanted her to transfer, not fucking resign completely! This was all Grey's fault. If he hadn't stuck his pathetic fucking nose in, then he wouldn't be in this mess! Argh!!!
He picked up a padd and threw it across the room. If she resigns then his career is over! Over?! He was only a goddamn Captain! He wanted to make it all the way to at least some kind of Admiral!
Think. Think. He took a deep breath. Okay, he can fix this. Just request the right information to be delivered to Meara. But it takes a few hours to retrieve trajectory patterns, there would be no guarantee Meara would have them on his desk in time. Breath man, breath!
"Captain to engineering, when can you have the trajectory patterns ready for Meara?!"
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Sorry about the late update, will try and not let that happen again. Thanks everyone for being patient!
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A Kiss Yet To Be Had
Science Fiction"You don't have to do this Meara! You are so much better than this! Just put it down!" He yelled. She shrugged. "Save your pleading for someone who cares." Meara held it up and, pointing to where Grey was crouching, she pressed the trigger. Calista...
