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

☆Multiverse

☆Ships with chem

☆Crossover friendly

☆OC's welcome

☆DM open

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

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

I thought the clinking of my tools would announce me, like Santa Claus.
You were lost in thought, I’d say.
cmdrreno.bsky.social
You don’t like those tinheads? Neither do I.
cptrayner.bsky.social
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. ++
cmdrreno.bsky.social
That stuff (gestures at his glass) won’t drown your sorrows.
Way too dry.
cmdrreno.bsky.social
Am I wrong, or are you dodging the doc, huh?

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

What do you suggest?
cmdrreno.bsky.social
(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.
cptrayner.bsky.social
Thinking about slipping out unnoticed.
These parties? Not my jam.
cmdrreno.bsky.social
Fantastic. The cargo bay's hosting a Tribble orgy. Unless we fix this. Fast.
cmdrreno.bsky.social
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?
cmdrreno.bsky.social
Oh, what fun! I'm an engineer, not a vet.
cmdrreno.bsky.social
Alright, which AC's crapped out now?
cmdrreno.bsky.social
(Nods quietly, saying nothing)
cmdrreno.bsky.social
Sounds like some old ghosts are knocking.
cmdrreno.bsky.social
A dead Breen in our sickbay...
Yeah, I'm guessing Command's gonna have a few questions.
cmdrreno.bsky.social
(She steps up beside him, arms crossed, giving him a sideways look)
cptrayner.bsky.social
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
cmdrreno.bsky.social
//Is this an open RP?
cmdrreno.bsky.social
Oh, you're so very welcome, Commander.
Bite me.

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