Part of USS Io: Interlude: I O U

I O U – 1

Deep Space 17
Stardate 240105.02 10:00 hours
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Her eyes, a reflection of a cloudless summer sky, remained fixed on the delicate leaves swirling within the porcelain cup she cradled in her azure-tinted hands. Around her, the lounge buzzed with conversation, each murmur and laugh creating a vibrant backdrop against which she sat in silent contemplation. The air hummed with energy, a palpable current that seemed to ripple through the atmosphere, registering subtly against the fine sensory receptors of her antennae.

Amidst this bustling scene, she seemed lost in a world of her own, her expression a mask of deep concentration. Every so often, she lifted the cup to her nose, inhaling deeply as if trying to decipher the secrets held within the rising steam. A furrow appeared on her brow, a silent indication of the thoughts swirling in her mind, as she pondered the aroma with lips pursed in silent consideration.

Eileen’s voice cut through the ambient noise like a sharp blade, drawing Jazara’s attention back to the present. With an air of excitement, Eileen approached, her footsteps purposeful as she navigated the crowded lounge. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she exclaimed, “Jazara! You’re finally giving mint tea a try!”

Jazara’s response was a tentative smile, her gaze momentarily shifting to her friend before returning to the cup in her hands. “Well, I… I’m not entirely sure how you find enjoyment in this,” she admitted, uncertainty lacing her voice.

Eileen’s brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before a realization dawned. “But you haven’t even taken a sip yet, have you?” she exclaimed, observing Jazara’s contemplative expression.

Jazara’s gaze flicked to Eileen, a silent question forming in her mind. How had Eileen managed to read her so easily? Yet, before she could ponder it further, her attention snapped back to the cup, where mint leaves pirouetted in the swirling steam.

“Come on, Jazara!” Eileen’s voice carried a playful lilt, her eyes shining with mischief. “You’re a Starfleet officer, for stars’ sake! Time to add a dash of adventure to your taste buds!”

The sudden interruption from Jackson jolted the moment. “Is the moment finally upon us? Is Jazara venturing into the realm of mint tea?” His excitement was palpable as he made his way to their table.

“Jackson!” Jazara greeted him, hoping to steer the conversation away from Eileen’s teasing. But as he settled into a chair, he couldn’t resist needling her. “You haven’t even taken a sip, have you?”

Puzzled by their insistence, Jazara furrowed her brow. “What’s with you two?” she inquired, suspicion creeping in.

Jackson leaned in, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Jazara, you’re a Starfleet officer. Time to embrace the unknown, even if it’s just in a cup of tea.”

Jazara’s eyes darted between Jackson and Eileen, a realization slowly dawning. “Wait, you’re both saying the same thing,” she observed, catching Eileen’s attempt to stifle a laugh.

Attempting to maintain her composure, Eileen failed as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. It was evident there was more to this than met the eye.

“What’s so amusing, Eileen?” Jazara pressed, curiosity furrowing her brow, though her question was nearly lost amidst their laughter.

Amidst the laughter, Eileen managed to gasp out, “I told you, Jackson!”

“You certainly did!” Jackson replied, a grin playing on his lips as he fought to contain his chuckles.

Perplexed, Jazara leaned forward, gaze shifting between her friends. “I don’t understand. Could you two please explain what’s so funny?” she demanded, exasperation creeping into her voice.

As the laughter subsided, Eileen launched into an explanation. “Remember last week when we were about to disembark the Blythe?”

Jazara nodded, interest piqued.

“Well, we were discussing our favorite beverages, and I suggested that you should try mint tea,” Eileen continued, mischief in her eye.

“And when you left, I made a little prediction that it would take you at least a week to replicate it, and then another fifteen minutes before you even considered tasting it,” Jackson added, a smirk on his lips.

“So?” Jazara interjected, still puzzled.

“Well, we knew you wouldn’t find it amusing,” Jackson explained, “so we decided to test your sense of exploratory duty. It’s just hilarious to see my little prediction come true,” he concluded, with Eileen nodding in agreement.

Jazara couldn’t help but chuckle at her friends’ playful antics, though she felt a tinge of embarrassment at being the subject of their jest. “Well, one thing’s for sure, being stuck at DS17 for a week hasn’t done your sanity any favors,” she quipped, trying to regain her composure.

“Agreed. I’ll be sure to report to Suvak when we’re allowed back on board,” Eileen replied with a grin.

Suddenly, a shadow of concern crossed Jazara’s face as a thought struck her. “Speaking of which, have either of you heard anything?” she asked, apprehension in her voice. “I mean, this extended shore leave is highly unusual. We’re not even allowed back on the ship.”

Jackson shook his head, confusion furrowing his brow. “No, nothing. It does seem odd, doesn’t it?”

“And you don’t think it could be some sort of Borg-related incident?” he continued, voicing the concern that had been lingering in Jazara’s mind.

The mention of the Borg sent a shiver down Jazara’s spine, but before she could voice her fears, Eileen interjected, reassuring. “No, I’m part of the senior staff, and so is Jazara, in an acting capacity anyway. If there were any Borg-related issues, we would have been informed.”

Suddenly, a distinct chirping pierced the air, ricocheting off the walls and cutting through their exchange. Both women froze, instinctively flicking their gazes towards their PADDs nearby.

Jazara’s fingers moved with eagerness and trepidation as she unlocked her device. The screen flickered to life, illuminating a single, urgent message awaiting her attention. With a silent exchange of glances with Eileen, Jazara’s heart quickened its pace.

The message was curt, yet it carried weight: ‘U.S.S. Blythe senior staff, report to Briefing Room Delta-three, 11:00 hours.’ As Jazara read the words, a surge of emotions coursed through her. Beside her, Eileen’s eyes widened slightly, lips parting in a nervous yet excited smile.