[Rather than meet his eyes, she takes another sip, doing her best to keep prim and proper despite the annoyance bubbling under her calm facade. Another member of Starfleet. How quaint. Jaime had pledged himself to the same cause as a favor to their father's former commander. It had been her mistake to push him toward it. She'd thought he'd be stationed near her. Little did she know that her father would take her far away from San Francisco to marry some oaf entrepreneur who owned a planetary settlement in a star system lightyears away. The Crownlands. The name was little more than a boast. Living conditions on that settlement bordered on medieval.]
How about me, indeed. If "leave" is your prerogative, you're more than welcome to it.
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How about me, indeed. If "leave" is your prerogative, you're more than welcome to it.