Jett Reno
@cmdrreno.bsky.social
Commander Jett Reno
Engineer, USS Discovery
RP Account 🔞
Engineer, USS Discovery
RP Account 🔞
Damn, Rayner… I didn’t know...
August 31, 2025 at 5:03 PM
Damn, Rayner… I didn’t know...
(She stops in her tracks.)
August 31, 2025 at 3:15 PM
(She stops in her tracks.)
That's correct. But we paid a high price.
(She holds his gaze for a moment before turning to leave.)
(She holds his gaze for a moment before turning to leave.)
August 31, 2025 at 2:59 PM
That's correct. But we paid a high price.
(She holds his gaze for a moment before turning to leave.)
(She holds his gaze for a moment before turning to leave.)
We’ve been through a lot already. The Klingons, Control… we’ll get through this too.
August 30, 2025 at 10:42 AM
We’ve been through a lot already. The Klingons, Control… we’ll get through this too.
Well, someone’s gotta keep the escape route warm.
August 29, 2025 at 5:58 PM
Well, someone’s gotta keep the escape route warm.
You think the Federation is walking right into a trap.
August 29, 2025 at 9:12 AM
You think the Federation is walking right into a trap.
(She shrugs innocently)
I thought the clinking of my tools would announce me, like Santa Claus.
You were lost in thought, I’d say.
I thought the clinking of my tools would announce me, like Santa Claus.
You were lost in thought, I’d say.
August 28, 2025 at 6:18 PM
(She shrugs innocently)
I thought the clinking of my tools would announce me, like Santa Claus.
You were lost in thought, I’d say.
I thought the clinking of my tools would announce me, like Santa Claus.
You were lost in thought, I’d say.
That stuff (gestures at his glass) won’t drown your sorrows.
Way too dry.
Way too dry.
July 9, 2025 at 9:34 AM
That stuff (gestures at his glass) won’t drown your sorrows.
Way too dry.
Way too dry.
Am I wrong, or are you dodging the doc, huh?
(Lifts an eyebrow)
(Lifts an eyebrow)
July 9, 2025 at 9:33 AM
Am I wrong, or are you dodging the doc, huh?
(Lifts an eyebrow)
(Lifts an eyebrow)
Look, I’ve tripped over my own ego more than once. It happens.
July 7, 2025 at 5:23 PM
Look, I’ve tripped over my own ego more than once. It happens.
Honestly, I'm just glad you didn’t go full flamethrower.
Call Culber. We’re gonna need knockout gas or whatever.
Call Culber. We’re gonna need knockout gas or whatever.
July 7, 2025 at 5:21 PM
Honestly, I'm just glad you didn’t go full flamethrower.
Call Culber. We’re gonna need knockout gas or whatever.
Call Culber. We’re gonna need knockout gas or whatever.
I’ll try not to make a face when I toast with the Admiral.
July 6, 2025 at 11:03 AM
I’ll try not to make a face when I toast with the Admiral.
Tribbles in the walls? No wonder life support’s wheezing like it’s got asthma.
What do you suggest?
What do you suggest?
July 6, 2025 at 11:02 AM
Tribbles in the walls? No wonder life support’s wheezing like it’s got asthma.
What do you suggest?
What do you suggest?
Fantastic. The cargo bay's hosting a Tribble orgy. Unless we fix this. Fast.
July 5, 2025 at 7:20 AM
Fantastic. The cargo bay's hosting a Tribble orgy. Unless we fix this. Fast.
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?
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?
June 28, 2025 at 6:12 AM
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?
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?
Oh, what fun! I'm an engineer, not a vet.
June 27, 2025 at 5:29 AM
Oh, what fun! I'm an engineer, not a vet.
(Nods quietly, saying nothing)
June 19, 2025 at 5:59 PM
(Nods quietly, saying nothing)
Sounds like some old ghosts are knocking.
June 19, 2025 at 5:53 PM
Sounds like some old ghosts are knocking.
A dead Breen in our sickbay...
Yeah, I'm guessing Command's gonna have a few questions.
Yeah, I'm guessing Command's gonna have a few questions.
June 19, 2025 at 5:45 PM
A dead Breen in our sickbay...
Yeah, I'm guessing Command's gonna have a few questions.
Yeah, I'm guessing Command's gonna have a few questions.
//Is this an open RP?
June 19, 2025 at 1:08 PM
//Is this an open RP?
Oh, you're so very welcome, Commander.
Bite me.
(She grabs her toolkit with one hand and snags another chocolate bar with the other.)
Bite me.
(She grabs her toolkit with one hand and snags another chocolate bar with the other.)
June 7, 2025 at 8:20 PM
Oh, you're so very welcome, Commander.
Bite me.
(She grabs her toolkit with one hand and snags another chocolate bar with the other.)
Bite me.
(She grabs her toolkit with one hand and snags another chocolate bar with the other.)