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trans_92010-04-24 12:31 pm
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taking the edge off
Uhura was decidedly new at Sensorium control, but at this particular moment, standing in the blank white of the room, it didn't matter. As always, she had a crisp, clear vision of what she wanted. It was the gymnasium at Starfleet Academy and she wanted a proper workout. Something that would help ease some of the frustration of being bottled up without much to do. At some point, she resolved to talk to the Captain Kirk currently aboard the ship, but she wasn't sure she was...ready. There was something decidedly odd about knowing your captain (from an alternate future that was the real one) was aboard.
She was avoiding the confrontation.
And it annoyed her.
It annoyed her about as much as the thought that their universe had been destroyed again, even after they had dispatched Nero, even after all they had gone though to do that. Uhura frowned at the punching bag in front of her before beginning her stretching routine. She taped her hands carefully, the noise reassuring, as she wound it around her fingers, around her hands. It was an old technique and she didn't care.
Her fist met the bag hard and she scowled. This wasn't going to be challenging. It was just a bag. She took a few more measured swings, scored several hits, and wanted something to hit back. This had to be some sort of cosmic joke.
She was avoiding the confrontation.
And it annoyed her.
It annoyed her about as much as the thought that their universe had been destroyed again, even after they had dispatched Nero, even after all they had gone though to do that. Uhura frowned at the punching bag in front of her before beginning her stretching routine. She taped her hands carefully, the noise reassuring, as she wound it around her fingers, around her hands. It was an old technique and she didn't care.
Her fist met the bag hard and she scowled. This wasn't going to be challenging. It was just a bag. She took a few more measured swings, scored several hits, and wanted something to hit back. This had to be some sort of cosmic joke.