//Fuckin knee, fuckin day

You about finished back there? Can we go already?

Personal log, Commander Rayner It's over. Done! The Federation is beginning talks with the Breen. [He spits out the word with contempt] Discovery is to take Ambassador Saru and a few more of those boneheads to a neutral place. ++

I’m putting my feet up, I’m off duty. And nobody bothers me, unless the ship falls apart. Got it?

C’mon, Vance, you really gonna ruin my lunch? @adcharlesvance.bsky.social

You won't always be impressed by me, Captain Burnham. But I'm not trying to impress you. You have impressed me. That's enough. @newdiscoveries.bsky.social

Computer, end program.

Alright, cadets. I don’t care if it was your tribble or your Cardassian vole that ate my sandwich. I want a new one and I want it before my break is over. Clear?

Zora says the hat looks good on me. I'm still getting used to the ship telling me what to wear. Ah... whatever...

//Is it just me, or is Insta full of shit AI pics?

Why does the bridge look like a Ferengi flea market? Jeez!

I imagined this evening differently. Stupid holoprogram.

Fireworks, crowds, grilled meat, and everyone pretending it’s relaxing. I’ll stay on the bridge.

That’s it. Nothing left for me here. Lieutenant Rhys, you have the Conn.

What do you mean you can't beam us up, Discovery? Are you kidding me? This mission was not supposed to turn into an overnight stay.

Banana? Guess I got off easy. Next time I go near a replicator, I’m suiting up.

Yeah, I tried. Got hit in the face with a blob of lukewarm vanilla goo and what I think was rice pudding.

[Laughs] You really don't have any left, eh? I still gotta get through this shift, and the whole ship feels like a Ferengi steam room.

[Holding up his hands in surrender, a smirk playing on his lips] Wouldn't dream of it, Stamets.

Duly noted, Commander. I’m just here to steal the last cold coffee from the lab fridge.

//My stupid knee's acting up again.😖

I'm doing Vance a favor and watching his kids tonight.

Thinking about slipping out unnoticed. These parties? Not my jam.

//In case it’s not obvious, this is an RP account and yes, I wouldn't mind some actual RP. Thanks. #StarTrekRP

I'm on leave. Why the hell am I even reading these messages?

[He looks down at the dead Breen they've brought to sickbay. Strangely, the sight of the charred body brings him no satisfaction. The stench of burnt flesh stirs memories he has long since buried. A wave of nausea rises within him, his stomach clenches, and sweat begins to form on his brow. 1/

Friday the 13th? Nothing's gonna go wrong on my watch.

Hey, don't look at me like that. I didn't press that damn button.

Dammit, Reno! When are you finally going to fix that damn replicator? @cmdrreno.bsky.social

//Off for two weeks.

That talk with Vance… it’s like a stone in my gut. [A muscle twitches in his face.]

Today I called Zora ‘she’ for the first time... Guess I need a break from this damn ship.

That wasn't exactly my finest hour.

Ugh... I'm getting too old for these damn away missions...

A day off duty. Kinda lost, honestly.

Don’t mind me, I’m just standing here because no one’s told me where else I’m supposed to be.

Then you’d better get going. Or do I need to write another report that starts with ‘Tilly was nearby’?

Personal Log, Commander Rayner The conversation with Burnham helped. I can feel myself settling down a bit. The crew still avoids me like I've got Andorian herpes, but I can live with that. I'm not here to be liked.​ End log

That was my toast. ...damn!

[He replicates his sixth cup of coffee. His hand trembles as he reaches for the cup.]

The ensign who rammed the hangar door is to report to me.

[ He's been sitting at the bar - too long. He's had a few drinks - a few too many. ]

I'm signing off. Done for the day.

[He had only fallen asleep late at night, and now the wake-up call tears him from deep sleep. At the thought of breakfast, his stomach knots, so he replicates a coffee and heads to the bridge.]

Open a shipwide channel. [His gaze sweeps across the bridge, hands behind his back.] To the crew. Until Admiral Burnham returns, I am in command. I expect discipline and for everyone to do their job. That’s all. Back to work.

[He lies on his back in his bunk, staring at the ceiling. The hum of the ventilators can't soothe him tonight. After an hour, he gives up. He sits on the edge of the bed and rubs his face.] Computer, lights.

I'm calling it a night early today. That dinner with the admirals isn't sitting right with me.

No badge, no PADD, just a few days on shore leave.

[His back aches as he wakes up. He had fallen asleep on the couch, his uniform wrinkled. He sits up and steps into a puddle of brandy that had spilled from an overturned bottle under the table.] Damn it... [He gets up and stumbles toward the bathroom.]

[Frustrated, he throws an empty hypospray on the table and rubs his hand.]