ISS Birk, 98863.1
After the somewhat harrowing nature of the past few days ending in another cycle of mundane and boredom; the entire crew of the Birk were a bit out of sorts- Izly included. During her time getting the Birk back under steady guidance after the death of the former Captain, Ivanov- she was made aware that many of the crew actually found the Mess Hall to be a weird sacred ground of sorts- foregoing using it as an actual Mess Hall and more akin to a fight lounge more than anything…It made sense to her, honestly- the Hall itself was maybe as big as a small Barracks and had all of four tables in it for the massive crew, leaving most to instead decide to eat where they stood or nearby their stations so they could always be ready while not being in the way.
Having nothing better to do at the moment unless she’d wanted to keep staring out at the empty space before the Birk on the Bridge’s viewscreen; Izly stood from the Captain’s Chair and walked off to the turbolifts and went down to the Engineering Deck where the Mess Hall was…guess that explains why nobody used it either. The doors opened onto the Deck and all seemed as normal from here but, she knew better of course; trudging along down the long, narrow hallways of Engineering to the other end of the Deck…this would be a really terrible place to fight in- she thought; and she was right, the whole of Engineering was basically a bottleneck on this vessel- and not in an advantageous way either.
Doesn’t matter, as the closer she got to the Mess Hall- the more she could begin to pick up on certain sounds; a few hoots and cheers muffled here and there- along with what sounds like the occasional thud of something hitting the floor or the walls, either way it didn’t sound all that healthy…was there music too? Doesn’t matter, by the point she was paying attention again, she was right in front of one of the two doors into the Mess Hall- and by Her was it loud…at this point it’s not like she could really turn away- she was here for a reason anyways, opening the door and…
Silence…the whole Mess Hall fell almost dead as almost the entirety of the crew were inside there- all staring at Izly with a multitude of expressions on their faces- most unbothered and curious, others seeming worried- or fearful…huh, even the two Transport Officers who were busy trying to make the other swallow teeth on the floor had stopped mid-swings to look at her…cute.
The quiet felt like it lasted forever- but really it was for all of maybe three or five seconds before Izly stepped inside- looked around curiously as if simply making sure nothing of the ship was broken, and then gave a pleased and dismissive wave to the crew as she slid off to the side to spectate. Her simple gesture being all that was needed to get the party rolling once more- as the two brawlers went right back to absolutely tearing each other apart while the crew cheered and screamed on; Izly now realizing the music she was hearing was one of the older Terrans deciding it fitting to play (and poorly sing) rather old Irish Drinking Songs…
Terrans…definitely something else…