As soon as Nyota stepped onto the Bridge, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her chest. She strode over to her console, nodding with a smile as the Ensign before he graciously lifted himself out of the seat and allowed her to sit. As her fingers touched the cool surface, whatever troubles that had been skipping through her mind vanished and ( Read more... )

Poll Nyota also needs a hobby

When not on the Bridge, scouring over subspace and trying desperately to pick up something useful, Nyota found herself trying all manner of things to try and distract herself from the horrible truth: they had absolutely no leads, no information. Nothing. It was hit and miss; sometimes she found herself pleasantly distracted, other times she didn't ( Read more... )

After deciding that there was absolutely nothing she could do to make herself useful (going over the communications systems was an unnecessary exercise that only served to frustrate her), Nyota decided that being on the Bridge was absolutely pointless. She was beyond exhausted and the most sensible thing she could do was to make sure she continued ( Read more... )

( Private to Lt. Kirk, Yeoman Harold and Ensign Hannity )

What did I miss?

[OOC: Just accounting for some of shore leave and testing out writing a little of Uhura's history out of sheer boredom - just skip over this!]

( As her footing slipped for the third time that hour, Nyota wondered if she hadn't overestimated her abilities. )

In hindsight, perhaps offering to spend the night bar hopping with Gaila hadn't been the best idea after two days of a punishing climb up the infamous Galartha. Her entire body was protesting against even the slightest movement, as it had been doing since she returned that morning and collapsed into a long, relaxing bath. Still, it was an enjoyable ( Read more... )

( I'm always late on these things. )

( To all the females on board the Enterprise (including Pasha): )