#meraks trinity

Sili': Can't I just smile and feel like it?

Rating: Teen

Random: Star Trek (technically)

Word count: 1,020

Warnings: Cursing

Tags: @zode-333 @silverwolf1523 @onedamnminuteadmiral @outside-the-government @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse @bonesmctightass (gonna add you unless you don’t want me too :3)

Summary: During a stressful day, and with the help of a little coffee, Sili’ decides to return T'noys puns.

Authors Note: Just a little request from my friend. Probably bad but ehh. My apologies for any bad spacing. Transferring from docs to here sucks.

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It is a typical day here at the NSA. Reports coming and going, engineers busy fixing machines, and a ton of coffee. I am well aware that I should not be drinking this much coffee, but with all the work I have had recently, it helps. You see, to Nitalians, alcohol has no effect on us, however, coffee does. It can intoxicate us if we are not careful with how we drink it. That is why, according to T’noy, I drink my coffee “paler than I am.” The creamer and sweetener help cancel out the intoxicating effects. However, even though it does help cancel out the effects, it does not completely get rid of them. The more I drink, the worse I get. You can probably tell that I am rambling on way too much on a topic that is unimportant at the moment. Anyway, I suppose I should stop drinking coffee for the day.

I push my chair out and stand up. I have to get the new reports from T’noy and read over them. All is very busy during times of war, and these reports will tell if we are in the clear. Sybok has many different tricks up his sleeve, and has sent scouts out on multiple occasions. My navigators have spotted signs of tampering with important machines, that is damaged, could set us back by another week, leaving us vulnerable to attack. This is either a sign of Sybok’s doing, or potentially traitors. This would not be the first time that some foolish Nitalians have decided to mess around with things that they should not be messing with, or purposely attempting to damage NSA property. For the sake of saving time, I would prefer if it was Sybok’s doing. Dealing with traitors would involve multiple questionings over the course of several days, and we do not have enough time for that. If there are Tronians here, however, it will be a simpler process. A interrogation session will be held, and if no information is given by the intruders, they will be executed. It may seem harsh, but we cannot afford to let any of our enemies off the hook and let them roam free. They could acquire information and return to Sybok with ways to hurt or damage us. The last thing we need during a time like this is a physical weakness to be made known to Sybok.

  I head down the corridor to the meeting room. I had told T’noy to gather up some officers and discuss our new plan with them. The more officers to be familiar with the plan, the better. Besides, it is best to get multiple opinions on the plan, for even I, make mistakes, especially since I am running off of less than an hour of sleep for the week. Doctor K’dun’ai has not stopped berating me about my lack of sleep. He does not understand that there is just not enough time for me to sleep more than absolutely necessary. I am constantly going back and forth from the meeting rooms, to the engine rooms, to the report room. There is just no time to sleep.

  I notice several officers running down the hallway with stacks of papers. I assumed that they were going to spread the workd of the new plan, since they had ran out of the meeting room. When I arrive at the meeting room, T’noy walks over with a handful of paper.

  “We are almost done talking about the new plan. I have all the notes written down here.” T’noy says handing me the stack of paper. There are roughly 20 sheets of notes and information. Hopefully this will be enough to set this plan to action.

“Thank you, T’noy. This should be more than enough to get a basis for this plan.” I turn and start to walk away. After a few seconds T’noy is at my side walking in step.

  “You know, you really ought to take a break, Sili’. You’ve been working non-stop for the past week!” T’noy says throwing his hands up.

“There is not enough time for rest.”

“Bullshit.” T’noy swears. “You haven’t slept in a week, and you’re drinking way too much coffee in too little of a time.”

“I am perfectly fine, T’noy.” T’noy huffs at this getting frustrated by my lack of cooperation. I keep on walking down the corridor. I need to deliver these papers to my navigators, so that they can figure how long it would to take to carry out this plan.

“Sili’ you are being ridiculous. At the very least take a break for a while.” T’noy steps in front of me blocking my path. He will not stop until I either give him a job that requires him away from me, or I physically lock him outside of the room that I am in. I sigh and look up at him.

“For the last time, there is no time for breaks or rest. We are already running behind schedule, and have a lot that we need to catch up on. Not to mention we have visitors that could either be traitors or trespassers. Now either move out of my way, or head back to the meeting room where you are supposed to be.” I push past him and keep walking.

“Quit being Silly, and take a damn break.” T’noy says crossing his arms. I stop and turn around.

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, you’re really selling yourself short. You vul-can take a break you know?” T’noy smirks smugly at his puns. He does this quite often, along with some of the other high officers. Usually I ignore them and move on. However..

“Your puns are really starting to T’noy me" I say flatly. T’noy let’s his arms drop to his sides as he stares in disbelief.

Scotty: How did we lose her!?

Sarek: Give us a break, she's like two inches tall!

Sili': Disgruntled, malcontented, miserable, desolated-

Sili': What?