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THERE IS NO FIRE, but an emergency—a need for his presence—nonetheless, and he arrives promptly, diligent, and without hesitation to the core of the ship. Beneath his feet, the Enterprise hums, beating louder, where Spock has come close to her heart, “Report.” Charlene Masters / starter.
❛ – WELL, just a small problem Mr Spock... ❜ perhaps she really did have a talent for understatements as their Captain had suggested. ❛ – our dilithum crystals seem to be losing charge at a large rate, and no one down her seems to understand why. I think it’s external interference, due to the fact no amount of re-amplifying is working. ❜
𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 . dares to be shown in movement of his shoulders , but not much more . ❝ death itself is natural , anything else is just the cherry on the cake , ye kno’ . ❞ coffee taken with a soft thank you . does not care for stains left on the thing ( whoever decided that cups needed to be white of all things in the engineering department was daft and ought to be shot into space this very instant . ) 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 . does not have clever remark at the ready to cover up the truth . takes a sip of drink , tries not to scowl at the aftertaste .
❝ do ye want to be returned ? ❞ allows silence to settle like dust in busy department . shows little favoritism beyond the color red . makes a mental note to get her out of blue for good one of these days . ❝ no one in their right minds picks engineering , lass . they all want fame or glory or the pretty blue , but most of yers up there , ye have talent we need down ‘ere . ye kno’ the difference between a wrench and a bolt , and that’s more than some of the idiots they send down here from up high . ❞
𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃? 𝐍𝐎. No, she did not. She would pick engineering over any job on this ship. She shook her head and allowed him to talk. No one in their right mind? Well, maybe she did fit that bill. She didn’t exactly think nearly DYING trying to protect an amplifier was the most sane thing to do. ❛ — guess that means I’m out of my mind ❜ She started bluntly, lips pressed against her cup before taking a sip. The coffee was not the best, but it was giving her enough energy in case something happened (which was extremely likely).
❛ — it gets boring. tests and observations... ❜ she stopped for a second. ❛ — i enjoy the unpredictability of being down here ... who needs fame or glory? ❜ she looked down at her stained uniform. Or pretty blue clothes? APPARENTLY not her.
PLEASE GOD GIVE ME A PARTNER WHO WILL MESSAGE ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY WITH IDEAS FOR OUR SHIP AND NOT FIND IT WEIRD WHEN I BOMBARD THEM WITH CAPS LOCK FEELS.
@healedspace indie LEONARD “BONES” MCCOY of star trek for both AOS/Kelvin & TOS timelines. loved endlessly by bunny.
𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐘 :
❝ yeah yeah and i’m the bloody queen . ❞ HE ROLLS HIS EYES WITH ENJOYMENT . it is no secret that he creates a family the same way he creates miracles for their dear old captain ( with hard work , and grease forever scattered across his palms ) HE DOES NOT HAVE THE TIME FOR ANYTHING but a work environment build on respect and the occasional joke . space , in itself , terrifying enough - never mind the more than slightly uncommon explosion down in engineering . they might as well laugh , or else no one would really get out of bed in the morning , would they now ?
❝ just black , ❞ gaze is once more on the PADD in his hands ; grateful , yet not at all sufficiently distracted from the never ending work waiting for him . AN ANNOYED HUFF . ❝ if i die i die the natural way . i might not trust the fucking tea , but i trust the replicator milk even less . ❞
❛ – ... your majesty. ❜ small laugh and smile as she ordered the replicator to produce two black coffees. hands idle taping on the machine as if that would increase the speed the replicator produced their coffee. a chuckle at the idea that REPLICATOR MILK would kill them on the ENTERPRISE. if only they had the luxury of a boring death. nearly everyone on the Enterprise had done at least one reckless thing.
❛ – i doubt any of us are dying the natural way, unless that involves explosions... ❜ or breathing in gas. her own risky decision floating into her mind. Dragged out away from the dilithium chamber. Yeah - there was no chance they were making it to old age. coffee done, she passed it over to her commanding officer. ❛ --- so why haven’t I been returned to the science department yet? not that I’m complaining... ❜
A SHAKE OF HIS HEAD IS OFFERED AS RESPONSE to her pout . heart grown soft for those who chose to spend time in his chosen department ; for those who were capable and willing to engage in shared interests . sure , blue and yellow earned the praise , but it was red who HELD BEATING HEART OF THE SHIP IN THEIR HANDS AND MADE IT HOME . ❝ dinnae get cocky now ! ❞ words are light , playful even ( as much as he could allow , command stitched to red shirt , even when he hasn’t learned how to wear the role with grace . )
❝ who says i ain’t desperate . ❞ HE IS EXHAUSTED . when isn’t he ? there is always something to tinker on , always something to perfect . beating heart of the ship never stops needing care ; not even when he wants for nothing more than to lay down and sleep . ❝ besides . the replicator coffee i can live with . it’s the tea that they need to get their fucking hands off . ❞
❛ – cocky? me? never commander. I’m a science officer. serious all the time. facts and logic.. . ❜ her hands placed beside her head in mock surrender at the concept. perhaps she might have been, once upon a time, but months in the engineering department changed a person, especially their attitude to WORK. before? STARFLEET was a job. a job that entitled exploration and discovery, but still a job. BUT NOW? it was far more like family. A family she was more than willing to risk her life for. actions which her other commanding officer would question immediately.
A clear sign of disgusting at the mention of the tea the replicator could make up. She didn’t like tea at the best of times, she could only imagine the results of the replicator. SPACE TRAVEL AND WARP CORES, but the perfect cup of TEA or COFFEE was still yet to be discovered. Moving over to the replicator she turned back to face him. laugh escaping lips. ❛ – I’ll stick with the disgusting coffee. least it comes with some sort of caffeine boost. you take any sugar? milk? ❜
rewatching the alternative factor for charlene’s tags and my favourite thing about it is the RED SHIRT having to drag her out of the engineering room.
Lt. Charlene Masters
What if TOS had 900% more central female characters?
(Since I don’t want to stretch your dashboards any more than I have already, I’ve written some thoughts about the characters and the process that went into making the graphics under the cut.)
❣️ SOFT INTERACTIONS !
send one of these in to see my muse’s reaction ( add “ +reverse” for my muse to do the action to yours ) .
❣️ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 !
OUTLAST II : SENTENCE STARTERS.
feel free to change any gendered language & alter anything as needed,
Star Trek New Vision Comics are a TRIP and hilarious to look at, but they recognise my baby as a member of the engineering department and have her walking around in her blue outfit and It makes me smile so much…