Message #287334

[Sloopofwar]

-=IC: Borca=-

Bocra was sweating....BAD. Add to that the fact that he was jittering like a star yacht without stabilizers and he probably had the appearance of someone frightened out of his wits.
Fine time to catch some Human sickness he snarled to himself.
The least he could do in return would be to spread it to everyone else in the closely packed training ship. He hadn't even bothered to check in with the medical staff as he knew they wouldn't allow him to fly.
As he leaned against a pillar in the hanger bay he realized several cadets had begun to enter the shuttle detailed to carry them to the Nuparu. He checked the clock on a computer terminal near him... 629. He began to stride toward the shuttle, automatically adjusting his gait to arrive at the door at 631, a time calculated to show the humans Romulans did whatever the heck they wanted.
He sat down in a seat as far away from the two other members as possible. A location that placed him by the cockpit porthole.