Jett Reno
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☆Independent portrait of Commander Jett Reno,
USS Discovery

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☆Ships with chem

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"I've already forgotten that."
Damn, Rayner… I didn’t know...
(She stops in her tracks.)
That's correct. But we paid a high price.

(She holds his gaze for a moment before turning to leave.)
We’ve been through a lot already. The Klingons, Control… we’ll get through this too.
Well, someone’s gotta keep the escape route warm.
You think the Federation is walking right into a trap.
(She shrugs innocently)

I thought the clinking of my tools would announce me, like Santa Claus.
You were lost in thought, I’d say.
You don’t like those tinheads? Neither do I.
Personal log, Commander Rayner

It's over. Done!
The Federation is beginning talks with the Breen.

[He spits out the word with contempt]

Discovery is to take Ambassador Saru and a few more of those boneheads to a neutral place. ++
That stuff (gestures at his glass) won’t drown your sorrows.
Way too dry.
Am I wrong, or are you dodging the doc, huh?

(Lifts an eyebrow)
Look, I’ve tripped over my own ego more than once. It happens.
Honestly, I'm just glad you didn’t go full flamethrower.
Call Culber. We’re gonna need knockout gas or whatever.
I’ll try not to make a face when I toast with the Admiral.
Tribbles in the walls? No wonder life support’s wheezing like it’s got asthma.

What do you suggest?
(She steps up next to him, washing down the last bite of hors d’oeuvres with a hefty swig of champagne.)

Ugh. That’s vinegar in a tux.
Thinking about slipping out unnoticed.
These parties? Not my jam.
Fantastic. The cargo bay's hosting a Tribble orgy. Unless we fix this. Fast.
And I’m just trying to enjoy my secret stash of Snickers.
Next thing you know, we’re knee-deep in a fluffy tribble invasion.
Which bright spark thought smuggling that furball onboard was a good idea?
Oh, what fun! I'm an engineer, not a vet.
Alright, which AC's crapped out now?
(Nods quietly, saying nothing)
Sounds like some old ghosts are knocking.
A dead Breen in our sickbay...
Yeah, I'm guessing Command's gonna have a few questions.
(She steps up beside him, arms crossed, giving him a sideways look)
As his breathing begins to calm, he casts a quick glance at his reflection in the mirror before returning to the others.

It feels like he's been gone for half an hour—but no one asks him a single question.]
4/4
//Is this an open RP?
Oh, you're so very welcome, Commander.
Bite me.

(She grabs her toolkit with one hand and snags another chocolate bar with the other.)