The Cold Walls

Posted on Saturday February 16th, 2019 @ 12:38 hours by Mayterial Droz

Mission: Pixie Dust
Location: Captain's Quarters, Deck 1, Fawkes
Timeline: MD02 - 00:45 hours
854 words - 1.7 OF Standard Post Measure

Even though the interaction between herself and Ares had been bumpy it still felt weird after the quartermaster left for her own bunk. Not that May had any desire to bed her, it was just that the room became so empty and cold when it was just her alone in there. She looked at the bottle of Saurian brandy that they had nearly fully killed between the two of them and shook her head. She knew where this was going to end. She stepped towards her desk and pulled a drawer open, the broken statuette on top of a few PADDs. Were it in one piece it would probably be the size of an open hand. She pulled it out and walked towards the exit with the two pieces in her hand.

As she stood in the lift down one deck she look at the small handcrafted thing in her hands. It was rather ugly, the fact that it was carelessly thrown to the ground and lost its head didn't help matters. The nose was oversized and the small man had weird looking nipples on his bare chest. He seemed to be wearing a skirt. She remembered the day that she had gotten Meghan the thing on Starbase 47. The first successful delivery and the very first honest paycheck they had gotten from running the Fawkes. She thought they should commemorate it and bought the first useless tourist trinket she had come across. She was assured it was a genuine Lethian handcrafted talisman that suppossedly protected the house they lived in. She didn't doubt it was handcrafted.

It was only a short way from the lift to the mess hall, which was completely empty at this hour. Those that were on duty didn't really eat around this time. Those that had another shift were sleeping to recover energy. She had made it all the way to the replicators without having to interact with anyone. She wondered for a moment if she should just toss it in and have it be reclimated. "Computer." After a small delay the replicator chirped, ready for its order, "Cleaning alcohol and adhesive for stone surfaces, please." With a hesitant hum the two items were created in front of her with a blue shimmer. She pocketed the glue and cleaning agent before turning around and heading back towards her quarters.

Sitting on the couch she first fitted the thing to make sure she had all the pieces. It had only cost her one strip of latinum, after haggling. She still felt as if she had overpaid for it. The fact that Meghan had held on to it for all this time meant something much more to her. She put both parts on the table and grabbed the unfinished bottle of brandy, taking a swig to drink down the emotions that were boiling up. "Alright then, big nosed man, here goes." She took out the rubbing alcohol and the small cloth the replicator had provided with it. Cleaning the surfaces of the marble wonder. She took great care to get any grease off the surfaces, only then she realised how important it was to her that she fixed it.

Mayterial took another swig from the bottle as she waited for the rubbing alcohol to dissipate. Why would Meghan hold on to this? Their thing had been mostly casual and it had just been a joke gift. She put the bottle on the table next to the small white guy and grabbed the glue. It was a two component type deal, it came in two small containers joined together along the longest side. She grabbed the brush attached to the first component and spread it across the broken surface of the head. Taking great care to cover every nook and cranny. One of her eyes was half closed as she tried to focus. Her tongue pushed its way slightly through her lips. Carefully she placed the head back on the table before moving on to the main body. She grabbed a clean brush and spread the other component on the broken surface atop the shoulders of the body. "Let's make you whole again." She whispered to the lucky charm. Taking the two prepared parts she pushed them together, fitting perfectly.

For a moment she just sat there, both components in hand, pushing them together, holding them in place. A moment of utter silence. Her mind drifted back to the interaction with Ares. She had probably been too harsh in her judgement. She hadn't meant to put Ares in a position where she felt her only choice was to fight back, literally. In a way, she felt sorry for Ares. Then again, on the other side she wasn't in the habit of keeping someone around that felt the need to slap her around when she a comment didn't land well. Placing the stone man back on the table Mayterial smiled a bit and grabbed the brandy, taking another swig straight from the bottle. At least she wouldn't be completely alone tonight.

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Mayterial Droz
Captain

"I fix what's broken - except in the heart."