"Oh come on." This was not where Jaime was supposed to be. Not that she normally minded finding herself in a bar, but she was supposed to be on her ship. Her beautiful, perfect ship where she had been planning on spending the evening having Spock destroy her at chess. She wasn't supposed to find herself in some lounge, surrounded by people she didn't recognize.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, she moves toward the bar, figuring if she was going to get answers, that's be the best place. She has learned a few things about being discrete. Kind of. Getting in trouble with whoever runs the place isn't going to get her answers so blend in and try to figure out where she is.
Ordering a beer so she didn't look out of place, Jaime scanned the bar, noting various species and languages that were familiar. It feels Starfleet but something's off about it. Taking a sip of her drink, she leans against the bar, trying to figure out where the hell she ended up and if any of her crew had been brought with her.
Jaime T Kirk | Star Trek AOS (genderbend) | Option 1
Letting out a frustrated sigh, she moves toward the bar, figuring if she was going to get answers, that's be the best place. She has learned a few things about being discrete. Kind of. Getting in trouble with whoever runs the place isn't going to get her answers so blend in and try to figure out where she is.
Ordering a beer so she didn't look out of place, Jaime scanned the bar, noting various species and languages that were familiar. It feels Starfleet but something's off about it. Taking a sip of her drink, she leans against the bar, trying to figure out where the hell she ended up and if any of her crew had been brought with her.