Post by Cpn. Reed on Dec 28, 2008 3:56:37 GMT -5
And here is my long-awaited sample post. It will also be my first post in "The Darkness Within", a roleplay for which I am largely responsible. I am the plot-master for it, so to speak, so if you or anyone has questions or concerns regarding that roleplay and their involvement in it please do not hesitate to come to me.
Tripp, just 'accept' this and be over with it. *sigh* I wrote it finally, didn't I?
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The console was oddly warm, Malcolm thought. He mentally brought up the shift assignments, remembering that this station had been unnassigned for the past few days- on maintenance. He recalled asking the head engineer something about it, but that was just about all. He didn't like to exchange too many words back and forth with Commander Tucker, but unluckily it often came about, as a result of their similar rankings and responsibilities.
On the console, one of the three silver-coloured masses huddled in a small corner of engineering next to a Jefferries tube, Reed was looking at the intra-ship comm logs for the past day. It was a habitual check for him, but it never turned up much. That left him with a bit of resentment- with all he was doing, at least something could...
There! The Lieutenant's hand snapped down to pause the readout as an odd entry came past. It was missing both tags relating to location sent, and data recieved. It had come to a station on one of the lower, backup command decks, near the armoury. Reed committed the information to memory, and closed out the comm logs, and pivoted on his heel to exit engineering for his next duties.
Though he had woken up for a shift on the bridge not fifteen minutes ago, the actual duty shift wasn't to start for approximately one hour. But that was perfectly acceptable...a dark look briefly passed over Reed's face as he consodered a dispatch he had recieved from certain parties he knew of back on Earth, not long ago. He had plenty with which to occupy his time.
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Precisely forty-five minutes later, Malcolm Reed arrived in the mess hall, giving a curt nod to the cook as he saw the other. He took a small cup of what appeared to be some sort of tea, and after a moment's tense thought he consented to seat himself across the table from Commander Tucker, not meeting the higher-ranked officer's gaze.
"Good day, sir." Malcolm said, no hint of any underlying fire or sarcasm in his voice. He took a quick taste of his tea, then waited, counting mentally as was another of his habits, to be sure it would settle. And that was a nice way of putting it.
Tripp, just 'accept' this and be over with it. *sigh* I wrote it finally, didn't I?
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The console was oddly warm, Malcolm thought. He mentally brought up the shift assignments, remembering that this station had been unnassigned for the past few days- on maintenance. He recalled asking the head engineer something about it, but that was just about all. He didn't like to exchange too many words back and forth with Commander Tucker, but unluckily it often came about, as a result of their similar rankings and responsibilities.
On the console, one of the three silver-coloured masses huddled in a small corner of engineering next to a Jefferries tube, Reed was looking at the intra-ship comm logs for the past day. It was a habitual check for him, but it never turned up much. That left him with a bit of resentment- with all he was doing, at least something could...
There! The Lieutenant's hand snapped down to pause the readout as an odd entry came past. It was missing both tags relating to location sent, and data recieved. It had come to a station on one of the lower, backup command decks, near the armoury. Reed committed the information to memory, and closed out the comm logs, and pivoted on his heel to exit engineering for his next duties.
Though he had woken up for a shift on the bridge not fifteen minutes ago, the actual duty shift wasn't to start for approximately one hour. But that was perfectly acceptable...a dark look briefly passed over Reed's face as he consodered a dispatch he had recieved from certain parties he knew of back on Earth, not long ago. He had plenty with which to occupy his time.
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Precisely forty-five minutes later, Malcolm Reed arrived in the mess hall, giving a curt nod to the cook as he saw the other. He took a small cup of what appeared to be some sort of tea, and after a moment's tense thought he consented to seat himself across the table from Commander Tucker, not meeting the higher-ranked officer's gaze.
"Good day, sir." Malcolm said, no hint of any underlying fire or sarcasm in his voice. He took a quick taste of his tea, then waited, counting mentally as was another of his habits, to be sure it would settle. And that was a nice way of putting it.