[She's under contract to haul cargo for the company, and this cargo happens to come with a military escort. On paper, the Zephyr and her captain are a good fit for the job. She was honorably discharged a few years back. Thing is, she's changed a lot since then. She's still precise and no-nonsense, but Skye's influence has done a lot to relax her. She's set in her own routine. It wasn't easy to give Commander Garrett the run of her ship, even temporarily. She hates him already. The sound of his voice makes her shoulders tighten and a muscle twitch in her jaw.
She considered refusing the job, but the company threatened her with a performance review and a safety inspection, and the last thing she needs is a bunch of corporate suits inspecting her ship from top to bottom. She has an immaculate record, and she'd like to keep it that way. Inspectors from the company have a way of manifesting technicalities and violations. In the end, it just wasn't worth pushing back on this one. The money's good, especially for a short trip.
Her pod activated not long before Ward's. She's on her feet now, barely, with her stomach still churning and a weak lethargic tremor in her limbs. The pods immediately around hers were already vacant when she opened her eyes. Skye should've been on her right and the science officer, Coulson, on her left. She'll have to talk to the computer about why they weren't all brought out of hypersleep at once.
One of Garrett's guys is still here. He's wisecracking about the stasis hangover. He's still underdressed, and so's she. Worst case scenario, he'll see the outline of her nipples peaking against her tank top, big fucking deal. It's routine and desexualized and most people wake up feeling too crappy to care about modesty. She's not the one she saw him checking out earlier. He's got eyes for Skye—not gonna happen.
Anyway, she'd swear the airflow on the Zephyr is different right now, circulating less than usual. She makes a mental note to check the filtration system. It could be nothing, or it could be indicative of any number of problems. She wouldn't put it past the Commander to wake himself up early so his troops wouldn't see him all bare-assed and sickly. And if he'd do that, he'd probably also adjust the thermostat. He seems like the macho type. She can't wait to get the escort unloaded and put everything back the way she likes it.]
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Date: 2017-03-05 10:46 am (UTC)She considered refusing the job, but the company threatened her with a performance review and a safety inspection, and the last thing she needs is a bunch of corporate suits inspecting her ship from top to bottom. She has an immaculate record, and she'd like to keep it that way. Inspectors from the company have a way of manifesting technicalities and violations. In the end, it just wasn't worth pushing back on this one. The money's good, especially for a short trip.
Her pod activated not long before Ward's. She's on her feet now, barely, with her stomach still churning and a weak lethargic tremor in her limbs. The pods immediately around hers were already vacant when she opened her eyes. Skye should've been on her right and the science officer, Coulson, on her left. She'll have to talk to the computer about why they weren't all brought out of hypersleep at once.
One of Garrett's guys is still here. He's wisecracking about the stasis hangover. He's still underdressed, and so's she. Worst case scenario, he'll see the outline of her nipples peaking against her tank top, big fucking deal. It's routine and desexualized and most people wake up feeling too crappy to care about modesty. She's not the one she saw him checking out earlier. He's got eyes for Skye—not gonna happen.
Anyway, she'd swear the airflow on the Zephyr is different right now, circulating less than usual. She makes a mental note to check the filtration system. It could be nothing, or it could be indicative of any number of problems. She wouldn't put it past the Commander to wake himself up early so his troops wouldn't see him all bare-assed and sickly. And if he'd do that, he'd probably also adjust the thermostat. He seems like the macho type. She can't wait to get the escort unloaded and put everything back the way she likes it.]
Ugh... This has Garrett written all over it.