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Fuming for days, Jack made her way out of the jefferies tubes. She had been doing her best to avoid her own lab in the mornings, the hot tub on what little off hours she had and keep her badge drifting in and out of location. Just enough to let them know she was alive, but never long enough for a lock. She was bound and determined not to be beamed at the admiral's will. All this had led up to a mounted engineering effort geared to flush her out. On the one hand it had been comical to see Horndog with a helmet on trying to crawl after her. It had only been when they staged an actual malfunction that only she could handle, did Horndog have himself beamed next to her hands held up in surrender.
"The admiral wants to see you for a debriefing and I filed a report on how things went on the moon, but I know it isn't as good as yours. I'm sorry." And with that he beamed right back out. It still took another two days for Jack to wrestle herself into going to the admiral. As much as she wanted to make him come to her and apologize that was just not going to happen.
Growling with her arms crossed she had death marched all the way there. People nearly plastered themselves to the walls as she stormed by. When she finally reached his door all she wanted to do was run. Standing outside his door, huffing Jack glared at it. Her eyes did glow so maybe they were lasers and could melt the door. Then again...Raking her hand through her hair, it quickly went everywhere. The finer hairs clung to her lips and grease stained cheeks. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to him. That she hadn't missed him, but damn it! He put this ship a little beyond its paces. "Damn it!" Slamming her hand in the door frame only to set off the entrance chime. Head hanging in defeat there was no running now. Not even time to make a mad dash to the nearest jefferies tube. Shaking out what were going to be bruised knuckles she waited, hoping on the off chance that he wasn't here.
Fuming for days, Jack made her way out of the jefferies tubes. She had been doing her best to avoid her own lab in the mornings, the hot tub on what little off hours she had and keep her badge drifting in and out of location. Just enough to let them know she was alive, but never long enough for a lock. She was bound and determined not to be beamed at the admiral's will. All this had led up to a mounted engineering effort geared to flush her out. On the one hand it had been comical to see Horndog with a helmet on trying to crawl after her. It had only been when they staged an actual malfunction that only she could handle, did Horndog have himself beamed next to her hands held up in surrender.
"The admiral wants to see you for a debriefing and I filed a report on how things went on the moon, but I know it isn't as good as yours. I'm sorry." And with that he beamed right back out. It still took another two days for Jack to wrestle herself into going to the admiral. As much as she wanted to make him come to her and apologize that was just not going to happen.
Growling with her arms crossed she had death marched all the way there. People nearly plastered themselves to the walls as she stormed by. When she finally reached his door all she wanted to do was run. Standing outside his door, huffing Jack glared at it. Her eyes did glow so maybe they were lasers and could melt the door. Then again...Raking her hand through her hair, it quickly went everywhere. The finer hairs clung to her lips and grease stained cheeks. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to him. That she hadn't missed him, but damn it! He put this ship a little beyond its paces. "Damn it!" Slamming her hand in the door frame only to set off the entrance chime. Head hanging in defeat there was no running now. Not even time to make a mad dash to the nearest jefferies tube. Shaking out what were going to be bruised knuckles she waited, hoping on the off chance that he wasn't here.