“How soon will we be on Vulcan, Jalyr?”
“Not long, now, Captain.”
Nyco grinned privately behind the Bajoran’s seat at the console, remembering how not so long ago, they were both practicing at the Academy flight simulators for hours.
“Don’t crash it.”
Jalyr Sol tossed an irritated glance back at her, before wiping it back off his face in favor of his more professional, concentrating stare, “Of course not, Captain. I’m an excellent pilot.”
“I couldn’t resist teasing you.” Nyco took her seat next to him, “after all, I remember the first time we flew together in the holodeck.”
Jalyr groaned, “don’t remind me!”
“Hey, Sol. It’s just us here for the next half hour or so,” Nyco smiled at him, “Relax. This assignment is going to be a breeze compared to the last one.”
“It better be,” Jalyr grumbled, but the tension left his forehead, “the last one put me in sickbay for a week. Not that I am complaining. It was my own fault for saving your life. Prophets know I’d do it all again. Don’t think I wouldn’t. In fact, I probably will have to, at some point.”
Nyco frowned, “don’t go looking for trouble.”
“Of course,” Jalyr shrugged, “like you said, this mission should be easy.”