Blood on your Hands Pt 3

Posted on Wed Oct 28th, 2020 @ 11:07pm by Captain Rhenora Kaylen

Meanwhile the Captain was on the bridge, warming her hands on a cup of coffee that she rested between her hands. The warmth from the cup created a mild irritation that she dismissed as an inefficient thermal system in the exterior of said cup. It would pass once the coffee cooled, or she drank it - whichever was sooner.

The bridge was a quiet hubbub of restrained energy. Each crew member working towards their tasks diligently and without fanfare or instruction. Rhenora truly enjoyed such times - they made her feel alive and a worthwhile contributor to intergalactic society.

She brought the coffee to her lips, savouring the wicked brew that Ronson had supplied. He really was an amazing Yeoman. Sadly the last time the coffee arrived a pile of reports for her approval arrived at the same time. She crossed her legs at the knee and picked up the first one, taking her eyes off the viewscreen and onto the small device in front of her. She signed, signing off the standard requisition requests, engineering reports, shift reports etc, idling scratching the palm of one hand. As she set the signed padd down she noticed a redness, the skin though not painful looking irritated and red.

That wasn’t normal.