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[lifegained]

      ❛   who’s  more  annoying?     me  or  keenser?   ❜       ✨     @redshirtm​   /   starter call      !

[isperobera]

        ❛ kita  ——  ❜  language. words. english. common tongue, she’s slow in her next breath. her words deliberate even if they sound like marbles to her.  ❛  was  this  all  that  was  left?  ❜  //  @redshirtm: sc.

[chekoviing-blog]

• * . °   STARTER CALL   //       @redshirtm

The echo of his footsteps on metal bridges, the draw of them swelling amongst the hum of the ship like the buildup inside a song he once heard during his childhood, rapid and quick; far too excited to spend his limited free hours down in engineering. The palm of his hand finds comfort in the cool metal of the balustrade which he uses to balance himself as he nearly throws himself over it to peer down, looking for the familiar sight of the chief engineer. 

“Mister Scott ! ”  his voice is too loud for places like this, foreign between the mechanical hum and song of the ship which he has grown to consider a home rather than anything else these days. “I was wondering if I could help you around here for a bit,” words seem to melt together; his excitement enough to make him stumble over words in standard as usual, smile as beaming and radiant as the sun as he skips a step on the stairs trying to reach the other man.     “I would like to have another look at the holoconsole, I really do think we would be able to improve its performance with about 38 per cent with only some minor alterations.” 

[helmready-blog]

“no, what we need to do is get the hell out of here.“                                                            @redshirtm liked !

[khrashyel-archive-blog]

ꜰɪʟᴇ:// sᴄᴏᴛᴛʏ

                                                                “YOU  KNOW,  I’VE  BEEN  THINKING  ---  ”    any  sentence  that  starts  like  that  cannot  be  a  good  thing.  especially  now,  with  the  ocean  before  them  and  the  sand  beneath  their  bodies,  warm  still  from  the  sun  now  setting  at  the  horizon.  she  had  dragged  scotty  with  him  here  because  they  both  need  a  break  from  the  constant  chatter  of  the  crew,  and  this  is  her  thinking - spot.   hence,  the  i’ve  been  thinking  part.    warm  eyes  blink  lazily  up  at  the  sky,  where  the  stars  are  already  starting  to  show  over  the  black  canvas.     “  we  don’t  REALLY  know  how  it  feels  like  to  be  a  rat  or  .  .  .  a  pigeon.  “      /      @redshirtm

[rebelvoicesarchive-blog]

          FAMILY  LOST   /   FAMILY  WON.   starfleet  a  home  unimagined,  discomfort  in  bright  red  uniform  diminishes  every  day   —   a  purpose  to  strive  for,  to  BELONG  to  the  ship  that  liberated  heart  &  soul  from  captor’s  clutches.   a  heaviness settles  around  demeanour  once  she  learns  of  enterprise’s  upcoming  departure,  retreating  back  into  the  FAMILIAR  SOLITUDE  she’s  been  trying  so  hard  to  overcome.

          access  is  granted  after  much  pleading,  door  to  quarters  opening  upon  the  face  of  one  she  TRUSTS  above  all  others   —   one  she  refuses  to  make  eye  contact  with,  forthcoming  words  spoken  at  the  insignia  blazing  upon  his  chest, 

          ❛   you’re  coming  back,  aren’t  you  montgomery  scotty   ?   ❜   wills  voice  steady,  wills  emotion-thick  tone  not  to  betray  the  FEAR  of  her  crew’s  disappearance,  never  to  return   (   how  she  has  GROWN   /   how  much  innocence  remains   ),   ❛   you’ll  come  back   ?   ❜

                                                                 @redshirtm

[khrashyel-archive-blog]

FILE://  MONTGOMERY SCOTTY

                                                                DAYS  SEEM  TO  BLEED  INTO  EACH  OTHER,     a  cadence  she  had  grown  accustomed  to  in  the  first  months  of  the  journey  ---  new  events  happen  each  day,  every  one  of  them  bringing  new  surprises  and  discoveries,  but  in  the  end,  work  is  still  work.    and  work  is  something  nyota  does  best,  to  the  constant  complaints  of  her  colleagues.     thus,  her  entrance  in  the  recreational  room  at  the  end  of  her  double  shift  is  met  with  certain  surprise.  she  really,  really  tries  not  to  remind  herself  of  the  padd  on  bajoran  semiotics  waiting  in  her  room.       the  ease  with  which  she  slides  in  next  to  scotty  feels  almost  rehearsed,  but  she  smile  she  offers  is  an  easy  one.    “  i  hope  what  you’re  drinking  isn’t  illegal  because  i  want  some,  and  i’d  rather  not  go  blind.  although  i’m  sure  mccoy  would  have  a  field  day.  ”        /        @redshirtm