Snippet #1955394

Michaline could feel the touch of anthers' presence at the very back of her mind. Somewhere in her subconscious she knew exactly who it was, but in the dream-state, she didn't bother exploring. It was only when that presence was ripped away did her mind sense the fact that they were waking up, and she along with them. Michaline sat up coughing. She swore under her breath. It was the same every time, for the past two years. Jager did it to her every time they were in cryo-stasis. She knew that it wasn't really his fault, but it pissed her off. Why can't he just stay in his own damn mind?

As far as she knew, she was the only one of the crew who even knew Jager had any sort of mind abilities. He preferred it that way, and would have preferred that she not know herself, but the relationship that Jager and Michaline shared was a different sort of bond. A strong friendship that border-lined on chaotic argumentation and a fierce determination that the two had each others' backs, which they did.

With a sigh, she wandered off to the showers, not bothering with the robe. Jager was done already, and none of the others would be up yet. Her left foot made a metalic clinking the whole way to the showers. Mic did her best to get the gel out of the parts, but she'd have to do a deep cleaning later, to make sure no gel stuck to the inner workings of it.

After cleaning, she wandered out to the bridge, her leg in one hand and her cleaning kit in the other. Her grey eyes floated over the screen. All weapons system a check and go. With a small sigh, she sat down, taking her leg apart piece by piece, only acknowledging Jager after she had completely dismantled it.

"One of these days that gel is gonna eat this leg through, and then you're going to buy me the replacement, Jager."