#ltcmdrdax:asks

[duefaith-a]

         // @ltcmdrdax​ sent,  ❝ do you have any idea what i’ve been through tonight? ❞

          in years spent traveling between the stars,  cameron’s encountered his fair share of trouble.  and once,  he might well have mistakenly attributed that trouble to the act of space travel,  to new planets,  to all that can go wrong with spacial anomalies,  and to the other countless traps awaiting the unsuspecting spacefarer.  now,  he wholeheartedly believes that even the shortest of stops at deep space 9 would be swift to disabuse even the most naive of that particular misconception.  he had arrived but days before,  and two days have left him not only grateful that his responsibilities remain limited only to his small vessel and her crew,  but also all too eager to be on his way before they find themselves embroiled.

         somehow,  that seems all too inevitable,  and not merely because of their own past track records for trouble.  the corner of his lip twitches into the barest glimmer of wry smile at her question,  though it’s fleeting.    ❛ no,  but I figure you’ll tell me. ❜    the tone of his words carries an invitation to do precisely that.