A crises seemed so trivial once it had been averted. That was how Makari tried to look at it anyway. Not that he ever could. Even a Risian didn't have that sunny a disposition. A crises was a crises. The aftermath may have not been so dire as the situation but it left so many things in its wake. In this case it was unanswered questions. And dead crew. It was the latter that kept Makari from appreciating a mission well done, or a change of duty assignments, or anything else that could and should have made a person happy.<br/><br/>No. Not happy. There was no happy after a difficult mission. Just a sense of accomplishment at a job well done. Even if things had spiraled out of control and almost ended badly. Almost. That was a term used far too often on star ships. Makari doubted it would change though. Almost made it. Almost lost. Almost kissed him. Almost...<br/><br/>Kissed him? Him who? Makari shook his head. He was so losing it.<br/><br/>As if on cue, or through some sort of weird twisted fate, a message arrived for him. He read it and grinned. Him. Not the him he almost kissed. But a kissable him. Wasn't he? More random thoughts. Enough of that. Enough worrying about a mission that was done. Instead he would live in the moment.  So he sent a message back saying just that. When and where? Simple message. But it got the point across. And Risians were all about their points. Err. He wouldn't say that aloud. Ever.