#wentastray

he’s    not    sure             about    any    of    this.                not    the    crew         ,          not    this    vulcan...      &     certainly    not    no    god    forsaken    tests   !            HAH.              it    was    almost    a    laugh.            if    the    idea    of    being    on  a    table    didn’t     scare    him    so    goddamn    much        ,       that    is.     but    how    could    some    emotionless    chick    from    some   sandy        ,        red    planet       ,        possibly    understand          (    or    care   )            what    a    creature    like    himself    would    have    gone    through     ?   they’d    been     conversing    for    some    time    now.            which   he    realizes    is    aiding    in     warming  up    to    the   woman    rivalling    drax    in    literal-ness.           speaking    not    only    about    retrieving    this    new    form    of    space   travel    from    the    discovery    crew        ,         but    also    of    acquiring    a  few    of    their    phasers.         &         on    an    unrelated    note...                he’s    already    decided    to     see    if    he    could    get    a    look    at    the    weapon    system’s    inner    workings.          try    to    figure    out   how    to    arm    the    milano    with    photon    torpedoes.           though    what    she    wants    in    exchange    is    ....     well        ,         it’s     asking    too    much   !           “listen.          can’t    we    come    up    with    something    a    little    less    invasive   ?”                 he    had    already    lashed    out.               “i    mean    there    ain’t    nothin’    interesting    about    me    ,     anyway.”       a    last    ditch    effort.           though    he   knew    getting    the    spores    was    all    up    to    him    at    this   point.

After so long on his own, one might imagine him craving companionship, but he didn’t. From the moment he entered the mess hall, he had a single minded focus about him that he wasn’t about to compromise. Get in, get a meal from the synthesizer (chicken adobo since it was a favorite), and, with a deep breath, he walked over to the table occupied by his target.

Michael Burnham.

Not a single word uttered as he sat down across from her despite the empty tables in the mess hall, he took a bit of his food before looking up at her. Even as he took the time to finish chewing and wipe his mouth with a napkin, he knew what it was he wanted to say. “So, you’re the reason for this war, huh?”

HEART rushed as the door opened and Sylvia walked in. Michael’s hand moved to her heart and left a sigh go. “ You scared me. ” Which wasn’t usual, but she had been attending to certain wounds. Her lip was broken, and she thought her hand was damaged as well. Nevertheless, she shrugged. “ I am alive. It is enough. ”

Tilly frowned and shook her head. Friends didn’t let friends stay hurt.

It was very odd to be on a ship that he had technically been captain of without ever having set foot on it before today. Gabriel had barely been conscious when he was brought aboard. He recognize the sound of a transport beam and felt his weakened body held up by someone he could have sworn sounded like Katrina Cornwell on one side. The other woman he didn’t recognize. He was pretty out of it though. 

Hours passed with Lorca reliving a lot of what he’d gone through with his body, but in a healing fashion for once. The doctors aboard the Discovery were excellent and Kat was by his side through much of it, explaining what had happened. Breaking the news of the Buran and how he’d been replaced with an imposter for nearly two years. It was---a lot to take in and Gabriel stayed silent for most of it. Crew members would occasionally poke their head into medbay or make excuses for needing to stop by that were rather obvious, just to get a look at the captain who was not their captain. He didn’t blame them for being curious but being avoided for something he didn’t do was rather tiresome. 

Katrina promised to return, but of course Gabriel understood she was clearly very busy with the war. From what she’d told him, the ship was still on Q'onoS but beneath the planet’s surface in the caves. Lorca felt he’d much rather be out of there and flying far away through space but their mission was apparently vital. 

          ❝ well, you don’t need to understand it, but I just KNOW that’s not what we’re supposed to do. ❞

“  So, your area is Xenobiology?  ” 

Uhura began, fascinating [ [ d r i p p i n g ] ]  from her tone.  Not sarcasm, for once. 

“  What made you choose that instead of Xenolinguistics? I’m biased.  Also, a little curious as to why you would pick it.  ”  She adjusted in her seat, folding the right leg GRACEFULLY over the  left.