"Computer, begin recording."
"You know what really chaps my ass?" This Bajoran seems to be in a rather foul mood. More foul than normal. "The fact that we're sitting out here doing who knows what with who knows who. It's fucking ridiculous, really." A mug full of coffee, steaming from the rim and emblazened with the USS Excalibur logo. "Gimme that," *slurrrp* "This really does fucking suck. No one, other than the Commodore, is allowed to know."
Kainon stands now, hands behind his back and pacing, damn near wearing a hole in the carpet beneath him. "Fuck! I'm engaged to a beautiful woman. I'm the First Officer on this glorious ship. And I don't know a single, solitary, fucking thing!" His mug is brought to his mouth and a long sip is taken. Then the mug is slammed to the desk with coffee flying all over. "I'm seriously torn right now. I've never been this confused and irritated with my career before. Not even after the mess with Entropy, did I ever feel like this. I just need a light."
With the press of a button, a drawer slides out from his oaken desk. A cigarette and light appear in his hands and then his mouth. The cigarette lit evenly and drawn upon hard. "I promise, love, I'll quit someday." With that, the smoke is blown out from the Bajoran's mouth and nose and he seems relaxed, if only a little. "Fuck, I don't know. Maybe it's time for a new chapter, a new story for me."
A look of surprise reaches Kainon's face, the likes not too many have seen before. "Sweet holy shit, I got it! I'm a freaking genius." He scrambles around the office and plops himself on the couch, real paper and pen in hand. "HA! Computer, end recording. I don't want to say too much."
*Screen blan...* "Computer, restart. Love you, Sasha. Ok, now end recording." *...ks out.*
