Post 461: Is It Really True?

Stardate: 70926.1920
Title: Is it really true?
Author: Fox Margolis
Scene: Noted within

Time: Following "Caught in the Act"

It had been a long time since she had properly done a gymnastics workout, but still it felt good to be sprawled out on the floor stretching her muscles. Today's workout had been called for; it had helped her relax and forget about everything, both good and bad.

Down in a horizontal split, Fox leaned her upper body to the left and reached down until her hands wrapped around her left foot. She held the position for half a minute, then slowly came up, and descended down to the right and repeated the stretch. Coming back up a second time, she placed her hands in the middle and slowly began to stand up, contracting her legs in slowly, inch by inch, and rolling up her spine vertebrae by vertebrae.

When she was standing up completely, Fox took a deep breath and exhaled. She repeated this process a second time. And a third.

And then she was done.

She walked over to the edge of the mat and picked up her bottle of water, finishing it off. Fox took a look around her and actually noticed the other 8-10 crew members also working out; she heard them too, having zoned out for her own session.

The door to the workout room slid open and fellow Operations Officer Jenny Sanderson strode in. Seeing Fox, she immediately ran over. "Did you hear?" she burst out loud.

Fox shook her head. "Nope. What's up?"

"They caught him." Jenny was excited as she related the news.

"Him who?" A perplexed look fell over Fox's face.

"Him. Corbinsky," she squealed.

"What?!" Fox was both impressed and shocked at the same time. "When? How?"

"I don't know anything more. But rumor is running through this ship that he is in the personal custody of Lieutenant Commander N'Dura. Isn't this exciting?"

Exciting was one word for it. Instead of answering Jenny's query, Fox blurted, "I've got to go."

Fox burst out of the room and started to jog down the hall. She continued to run for a few seconds and then realized she had no idea where she was going. She stopped and unconsciously struck a pose, tapping her foot softly. What to do? Where to go? It all seemed fuzzy at the moment. To security to confront Corbinsky? To find Zanh Liis and ask what had happened? To the bridge and to her upcoming duty shift?

Fox's train of thought was broken by the sound of a whistle. At first dazed, she then found its source: a couple of young ensigns walking by.

As they passed, one of them winked and admiringly said, "Hey, hot legs."

Normally immune to such admiration/degradation, Fox gave the boys a stern glaring. It didn't seem to work, and when she wondered why, she looked down and realized she was still in her workout leotard. Her shapely legs were very much on display.

Holding back a groan, Fox realized what she had to do first. Breaking out into a second jog, she made her way to her quarters. She flew threw her routine of showering, dressing in uniform, and primping (no girl was complete without her gloss and mascara) in ten minutes. When she was finished, she had the look of being both completely disheveled and properly coiffed at the same time.
In this state of chaotic readiness, Fox gave herself a once over in the mirror and admiringly said, "Hey, when you've got it..."

She then raced back out of her quarters and headed toward the bridge. She reached the end of the corridor and had to stop to wait for the turbolift. Again, she tapped her foot, this time quite impatiently.

The turbolift stopped and the door slid open. Not paying any attention, Fox started to get in and bumped straight into TC Blane. Backing away! , she sh ook her head and was about to apologize to Blane when she saw Zahn Liis.

So instead she blurted out the question utmost on her mind: "Is it really true?"

Faustine "Fox" Margolis
Operations Officer
USS Independence