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Post by Absinthe on Apr 1, 2019 23:03:26 GMT
=/\=BEEP BEEP=/\= Olivia opened an eye and glanced around the darkened room. Her head still had a faint swimming feeling from the night before. She was her third day into what had been planned as a full week of drinking and screwing around. And already she was beginning to feel more than a bit fucked by it. She glanced to the figure still sound asleep in bed next to her and searched for a name to tie to it. Nothing came to mind immediately. =/\=BEEP BEEP=/\= Pulling herself up into a sitting position she looked to the comm panel on the wall across the room. It sure was making a lot of noise. She would probably have to answer it. She didn't feel like even getting up, her entire body felt sore and she was covered in sweat mixed with other body fluids from the night before. She caught her head in her hands and gave her eyes a good scrub before stretching. Sarah! That was the name of the woman she had brought home with her the night before and hopefully the name of the person sleeping in the bed next to her. =/\=BEEP BEEP=/\= " I'm coming, I'm coming," she said in a raspy voice after giving a heavy sigh and then carefully got to her feet. She quickly grabbed her shirt from the night before and pulled it over her head. She did her best to tame her hair with nothing but her fingers as she crossed the room to the comm panel on the wall. She paused to grab a bottle of water she had left out, cracking it open and downing it in the couple of steps to the panel. When she finished she tossed it over her shoulder and gave herself one final shake for good measure and flicked the channel open. The face of an older Asian man greeted her. He wore a Starfleet admirals uniform with the silver rectangular pips surrounded by a silver square. " Catch you at a bad time?" the man asked seeing the condition the woman was in. Olivia was known to be more than a little wild during her off hours. She was always ready to be called back to duty if the need arose and her performance on duty had always exceeded expectations. " Not really, about 7 hours ago would have been a bad time," she replied checking the time stamp on the comm panel, almost 6 in the morning. "What seems to be the problem, sir?" " There's been an incident on one of our research outposts, we need the Discovery to resolve it," the old man said getting right to business and ignoring the state of the woman altogether. " We're beginning warp trials next week," Olivia said with a yawn. " She's not ready to go, we need at least another month to get all the equipment checks done. She's barely even fully put together. Send someone else." " Under normal circumstances that would be the case, but those with the power feel that the presence of the Discovery will help cool things down," the man replied calmly. " We need you to return to the Discovery and streamline the finishing touches as soon as possible. We can add additional teams to speed up the work, we need one of the NX class refits out there, the Discovery." " Understood," Olivia said forcing herself to remain calm. With the extra help, it would be possible to finish the final work on the ship and leave spacedock with time to spare. She had been looking forward to plenty of shore leave while it was still in orbit of Earth, she had been saving it up so she could take a 3-month vacation, but duty came first. " Okuda out," the man said and the screen flicked off. " Son of a bitch," Olivia said under her breath as she pulled the shirt off. She made her way over to her dresser and pulled out her uniform. She set it on the bed where she had been sleeping only moments before and headed off to take a shower. ---4 hours later-- [ Olivia Saugn | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: all" Captain's Log, August 5th, 2157, NX-04 Discovery, Earth Drydock 2;
Well, looks like we're cutting things short here and skipping the trial runs. The ship is barely put back together and with the new secondary hull attached, it would have been nice to take things slow, but from the reports, a hostile alien force has taken control of one of our research outposts. The only thing we're pretty sure of is that it isn't the Romulans, so with any luck, we won't be walking into a trap and find ourselves face to face with a bunch of ships we can't quite see.
The plan is to launch within the hour and go to high warp. We'll see if she can even do that much soon enough.
Fuck I hate trying to sober up in a hurry, Olivia out." Now fully coffeed up Olivia made her way from the starboard docking port and onto the ship proper. If you knew where to look you could still see marks of the ship's old wounds, but the work crew's had done well and she now looked more like a brand new NX class ship than the burnt out husk she had overseen pulled back so long before. She paused by her quarters to quickly drop off a final duffle bag full of her crap before making her way to the bridge. Once on the bridge, she looked around. Half of the stationed were empty and she was still waiting for a handful of transfers to make it onto the ship. " Well, what do we have?"
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Post by brutus on Apr 2, 2019 3:41:10 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | A raft | Lake Michigan ]
"Miss Ross? Ensign?" The voice carried out from the shoreline, to where the figure drifted on the waves, eyes shut. One leg dangled off the floating raft, toes deep in the water, while the rest of the form lay there, hands behind her head, eyes shut beneath a pair of sun glasses. At first, she didn't really hear the call. She was lost, a drift on the lake.
She'd come out here, for the first time, in the summer between her second and third years at the Academy. It was a trip with her roommate and some of their friends. They'd camped on the edge of the lake for a week, living out of tents. "Roughing it," as Carlos had called it. Wasn't all that bad, compared to home, and the company had been much, much nicer. That thought brought a smile to her face.
Ahhhh, Carlos, ye were such a fun lad, she thought with a little shake of her head. They'd drifted apart since that summer, but she'd fallen in love with the lake side camp site, and had decided that, in the last week before she was due to report to her new posting, she'd enjoy some time on her own. Just her, the water, and the sun.
There were plenty of wildlife and native flora to study. This would be good practice for away missions, should they get any that involved exploration and not fighting off the faceless Romulan horde. Plus, she'd taken along a good number of PADD's and data tapes on her new posting, to further familiarize herself with her duties aboard her newly refit Discovery. She'd be spending the next who knows how many months in close quarters with 111 or of her fellow officers. Complete Strangers. A little time to herself was a treat she'd earned.
And t'ain't like Ma an'Da want anythin't'do with me, is it? The bitter thought cut into her sun tanning and she let out a long sigh. That was when she heard the call again, coming from the edge of the lake, some distance away. Her eyes snapped open and she rolled on the raft, nearly spilling herself and the PADD she'd been reading before she took a break into the waters of Lake Michigan.
"What the Feck?" she called out as she steadied the raft, looking back out at the shore. Ah, shite, she thought, throwing a hand over her chest belatedly. She was able to make out the form of someone in a blue Starfleet jumpsuit at the shore line by her tent, waving to get her attention. Again, the man's voice called out:
"ENSIGN ROSS? IS THAT YOU, MA'AM?" The voice carried over the lake and Cara let her head fall to the front of the raft, swearing under her breath. She sat up, turned her back and reached out to grab her top, tying the red bikini top into place.
"AYE, THA'S ME," she called back, steering the raft back toward the shoreline and giving a good kick off. It would take a minute to get back in, and her ire was starting to rise. "An who tha'hell are ye?" She muttered under her breath. She couldn't pin down the man's rank, so she wanted to tread carefully. Even if he was calling her "ma'am" that didn't mean much. She was out of uniform after all. Hell, ye were topless when the git called for ye. Lucky yer so far out of the bloke would ave an eyefull. Who the bloody hell comes out ta tha middle a'nowhere ta pester me on mah vacation anyway? None of this was voiced aloud, of course.
As soon as the Raft was close enough to the shore, the redhead slung herself off the flat and splashed down into the cool waters, trouncing her way up to the shore with the little pontoon in tow. It thumped to a stop in the sand, just above the water line, and the now bikini clad woman stomped up through the fine sands toward the uniformed man. Feckers taller than me. Just mah luck she added darkly, though she spotted the mans rank.
"Aight, Crewman," she groused as she came to a stop looking up at the man, her sunglasses down on her nose so that her green eyes could bore into him. Crewman, second class, she quietly noted, command gold shoulder boards. Pilot? She wondered, glancing at his mission patch. Not from mah ship. Looks like the dockyard. "What do ye want? As ye can surly see, ah was in the middle of enjoying mah leave. Alone." She punctuated her words by gesturing to the empty stretch of lake and shore.
"Sorry, Ma'am," the man said, looking down and then averting his gaze. Bless him, he's tryin' not to stare. The wee edjit. She knew her bust wasn't the most impressive but it was certainly on display, as was the rest of her. Modesty and Cara had something of a lax relationship with one another, though she had covered herself all the same at first, on the lake. "We tried comm'ing you, but there was no response."
"Aye, ah left the bloody thing on the shore. Not going to take tha out there on the water. Someone might interrupt mah studies," she pointed out, though now her stance had shifted. Her arms moved from where they'd been planted at her hips, to cross over her bust. "Why'd ye comm?"
"New Orders, ma'am. The Discovery is shipping out. Post haste. All crew leave has been canceled and all available crew is to report to the ship ASAP. I've been sent to fetch you." He added that last bit, with another glance down, his eyebrow rising up so precisely that Cara tilted her head to the side, to get a look at his ears.
No points. Guess he ain't a Vulcan with bad manners, she concluded, as she sighed and stood back up straight. "Now, ye let me get this straight. Tha Discovery. tha'ain't even scheduled fer its warp trials until next week, is shipping out ta'day?" She stressed that last word, and the noncom gave a bit of a shrug.
"Miss, I only know my orders. Which are, in short, to get you to the Discovery. I'm permitted to take you retrieve your personal effects, and allow you to uh, change into uniform," again, the eyes darted down, and this time they lingered long enough to earn a cough and a scowl from Cara. "But that's it. You're expected up there within the next two hours."
"Well, shite," she sighed and turned around, marching over to the tent that was set up past the high water mark, in the treeline of the lake. "Come on lad, ye can help me collapse this thing," she ordered, not quite fuming. On the one hand, her time alone had been abruptly ended, by an enlisted bloke that couldn't quite keep his eyes where they belonged. On the other hand, they had a mission. That meant she as going to space. And not just the local solar system. No, she was going to space, in the top of the line refit NX class Discovery, as the ships new head of Sciences Department.
There was jump in her step as she assaulted the tent. She was going to space.
==3 hours later==
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2]
Cara stepped out of the turbolift, her hair hanging down behind her back, loose for the moment, as her head swiveled about. "Bloody hell," she said with a grin. There, on the left hand side of the bridge - directly ahead of her - was the Science station. Her station. It sat unnamed at the moment, as they were still in drydock. A few lights on the console blinked on and off, displaying some various bits of information too small to discern from where she stood.
Others moved about, but for that moment, Cara might as well have been alone. She stepped, slowly at first, but swifter, till she crossed the space between the lift and her seat. It felt like it took longer than it actually did. She stopped, and bit her lip, eyes wide. Tentatively, she reached a hand out, placing it gently on the console, and running it almost lovingly down the view scope when she heard a voice call out from behind her:
"Well, what do we have?"
Cara jerked up straight and spun on her heels, hair arching behind her. She saw a tall blonde woman standing there, near the lift, her shoulder bearing three silver pips above a gold colored stripe. It must have slid back open without her hearing, Cara realized. She'd been too distracted. Belatedly, someone else out there called out "Captain on the bridge!" and Cara stood even straighter.
Ah mah stars. Tha'must maker her Commander Saugn. The profile neglected to mention how bloody tall she was. Nor how good looking. Blimey. None of that made it past her lips. Instead, she simply said, "Ma'am." And tried not to look like she'd been caught unawares. Not the best impression for senior staff to make.
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Post by Absinthe on Apr 2, 2019 5:10:13 GMT
[ Olivia Saugn | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: brutus Olivia smiled and headed over to the first person to speak. " Ensign Cara Ross, right?" she said giving her best not-hungover-smile. Her head was pounding and she didn't feel like raiding sickbay just yet. " I've heard good things. But for now, let's keep it simple. I'm not a sucker for formal terms, call me Captain, Ma'am will do in a pinch." In all honesty she hated being called 'Ma'am' in any situation that didn't involve leather and because she had been called 'Ma'am' in that kind of situation, it ruined it for every other situation. " Now, getting to business, sorry to have to drag you back to the ship. I know you'd been promised a longer leave, but given I am not 100% certain what we are walking into, I need my Chief Science Officer on the bridge where she can run those dang sensors and get us the information we need," she was trying to be personable. Command demanded that she be at the very least a friendly professional, otherwise she would have focused more on the assets of the young red head and less on making maintaining direct eye contact. She knew she'd have a chance to ogle the new recruits later. " We can see about getting you some shore leave as soon as this little crisis is over. Might not be on Earth, but that's the fun of being in Starfleet, right?"
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Post by multificionado on Apr 2, 2019 5:51:30 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | Quarters | C Deck | Starship Discovery NX-04 | Drydock] attn: Absinthe
Raquel woke up in the raw, drenched in sweat, and her sheets wet from the sweat she was emitting. She dreamed of her home again. She never stopped dreaming about madre y pico muchacho Carlos nuked by the Xindi beam weapon. She never stopped dreaming about it for four years.
She could see la familia in the crowded Cuban beach, frolicking about with the other two million tourists cramming la playa as tourist season was beginning. Then a bright light. And a beam slicing from Florida down onwards. Then they are all fried to a crisp.
Then there was Jefe, el padre. He drank more than usual after they died. Who would’ve thought that it would partially contribute to his later death; she was sure his death was mostly the fault of that Rigelian puta who he hooked up with. But still, if it really was, then Raquel was going to be her new best friend. She was free, but it came with a price.
Since MACO Boot Camp, she learned that her post was the only home she had. So she made the most of it. The prototype Minuteman, and later Discovery. Inwardly, Raquel was glad to be a part of an NX crew.
Then came the Romulans.
Raquel was itching to kill something, as an excuse for getting back at the cabrones who killed her familia. The Xindi threat had long past, so she settled for the next best thing. She killed plenty of Orions in her time, as the Minuteman patrolled and the escape that got her the medal and promotion. Anxious as she was to kill Romulans, Raquel kept reflecting that she was lucky to be alive.
Maybe she was trying to make sure.
In any case, Raquel remained on Discovery since it limped back into Drydock. Her post was her home; she had no home to go to. Besides, with her promotion to not just Sergeant, but also to Mistress-at-Arms, she intended to set an example as the detachment deputy; as Mistress-At-Arms, she was the MACO equivalent to the starship’s Executive Officer. Also, to show that she was not some laid-back pendejo like Major Claudius.
As much as she respected her commanders, MACO or Starfleet, Raquel felt inward trepidation at Major Claudius. Gluteus Maximus is what he ought to have been named; she can’t figure out how a man with eye patch, let alone a MACO commander, could be a bum like him. And his dog… It was a pendejo like the Major. The rottweiler’s looks was deceiving. Anybody expecting a killing machine would be so disappointed, he or she would be moved to tears. If she had been playing catch with it and it had been given voice, it would easily say, “Get it yourself, biatch.” And she had seen its behavior; she rarely ever saw it move. Not even with those old grapplers would one get that lazy furball off its…
She set her jaw and took a breath; she almost began to rant. Much as she wanted to remain in bed, she saw no point in continuing sleep, and so arose to exercise. She always went to bed naked; the chill helped strengthen her, in a way.
She had just been starting exercises when she heard the communicator beeping. Slamming a fist onto it, she barked, “QUE?!?”
“Sorry to disturb you, ma’am,” came the reply; it was one of the MACOs, one of the privates. Raquel wondered if the muchacho wet himself from hearing her snap.
“It better be good, private,” she said. One of the first things she set up once becoming Mistress-at-Arms was that nobody disturbs her unless it’s absolutely urgent. In her opinion, any good leader ought never to be summoned for something trivial.
“It is. Major Claudius wants to see you.”
Raquel shut her eyes. “Fuuuuuuu……”
It may have sounded like a sigh, but sometimes, anybody with a good ear can tell it wasn’t.
“What was that, ma’am?”
“Nothing, private. I’m on my way.”
Shutting off the communicator, she muttered, eyes closed again, teeth grit, “What does the pendejo want now?”
Pendejo or not, Raquel never dared ignored the Major’s summons. That would be setting a bad example. A good MACO must never ignore a superior’s summons.
She got on her underwear, pants, a tank top…she was soon in uniform and marched her way to the Major’s quarters.
It better not be another sucking waste of time.
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Post by Absinthe on Apr 2, 2019 6:12:36 GMT
[ Anson Claudius | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: multificionado What now functioned as the MACO Unit on the ship had originally been built as a cargo hold. It had been reconfigured in the ships refit and now worked as the training area, the weapons locker, and the offices of the MACO CO. It was two levels all but cut off from the rest of the ship with one way in or out. Major Anson Claudius liked it. It meant he could nearly precisely control who went into his domain and how they left it. But he wasn't much of a hardass about it, in fact he wasn't much of a hardass about much of anything. He'd always been the sort to let trouble come to him, no point in going to go hunting for it. He'd trained his dog, Duke, to be much the same. Duke would lay on his massive plush cushion by the door and only really moved if one of two things happened, if Anson got up and headed out or if Anson reached to that special drawer and pulled out the bacon scented treats Duke loved more than life or limb. When his office door slide open and his Master-at-Arms entered, Anson only smirked. Duke, for his part, simply raised his head and gazed at the Sergeant with his big soulful eyes for a long moment, before resting his head on his pillow once more. " Guid tae see ye, Ruiz," he said as he leaned back in his chair and rested his boots on his desk. " Sleep weel?" He didn't wait for the answer, and instead launched into why he had summoned her. " Looks loch we're preppin' tae launch a fair bit earlier than expected. someone's startin' jobby oan a research ootpost an' th' ship is headed it. Knowin' uir luck, it's Romulans ur dumbasses who've allied 'emselves wi' th' romulans. Hoo is uir weapons locker lookin' an' whit dae we need? Ah want a foo report oan it within th' hoor, if ye hink ye can manage 'at." He watched her with his one good eye, a smile never leaving his face. " Ah dornt want tae enter a warzain unprepared. we're nae quite 'at dumb, reit?"
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Post by multificionado on Apr 2, 2019 12:42:33 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | MACO CO Office | MACO Unit | Starship Discovery NX-04 | Earth Drydock 2] attn: Absinthe
Raquel never forgot. When the MACO detachment she was with first joined Discovery, they were all living in a cargo hold. Now look what’s been changed in the refit. A crap load of stuff has changed in the refit, like the extra levels; Raquel noticed when she took a ride in a shuttle pod. Crap, Discovery looked so awesome. It was also nice that the rest of the NXes got such badassery looks as Discovery had now.
Raquel spent most of her time on Discovery in this new area. She loved the training area, but she also had her new job; as Mistress-at-Arms, she wasn’t just the detachment deputy. She inspected the weapons. How many there are, what are needed, how much of a punch they require. She always kept her rifle, El Viejo Sin Dolor, Old Painless, on her at all times. It was her favorite rifle. Also customized; it packed extra punch, can fire farther than any other weapon, and she even attached a bayonet onto it in case of closer encounters. Not that it mattered; armed or not, she was dangerous.
She had always stayed away from Major Claudius’ office when she came in, though, even if she had to hang by the rafters. But like any good soldier, she never ignored his summons.
She came in expecting him to ask her to babysit his dog or some other ridiculous bull. She certainly wasn’t expecting this news. Not only were they shipping out earlier than expected, it was a chance to kill Romulans again. Or rather, save some lives and protect them if need be. Standing at attention, all Raquel could do is blink in surprise.
“Affirmative, sir,” she said. “I’ll get right to the Weapons Locker at once, sir! And of course we’re not that dumb!”
She made a glance at the dog before she departed for the Weapons Locker for inspection. As usual, the mound of fur never moved much.
One of these days, pendejo, one of these days…you’d better be taking a bite out of something.
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Post by brutus on Apr 2, 2019 12:58:37 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2]
Sensing the Commander's mood, Cara allowed herself to relax slightly and made a small, mental note about proper forms of address. It differed from commanding officer to commanding officer, though her experiences in the Academy had limited her interactions. She had at least two professors that, despite holding rank in Starfleet, requested they be called by their first names, for example. And she knew some that clung to the more militaristic styles of the MACO's, where "sir" was the only acceptable term for a superior officer, regardless of what bits or identity the person in question preferred. 'Captain' was an easy enough term to remember. It might not be the rank, but it was the position, and Starfleet honored those in charge of a ship with the title in the ancient tradition of most of Earths navys'.
"Aye, Captain," Cara deftly replied to the informal order, her shoulders relaxing a little and a hint of a blush dusting her cheeks. So she's 'eard gud things then? Aint tha dandy. "Ah'll do me best ta live up ta wha ye've 'eard, Cap'in." She was proud - she'd caught herself before she'd uttered 'ma'am'. Despite the light tone and the phrasing of confidence in her, Cara was no wee barren. She understood the conversation was taking on a serious tone, and her own eyes stayed locked onto the much taller blonde's gaze. Privately pleased she hadn't squeaked, the young Ensign gave a sharp nod. And then cracked a smile.
"Ah imagine tha an alien lake wuld be a wee bit more interesetin' than Lake Michigan, Captain." She paused and frowned, "As long as its not a causitc lake. Ah nae be wantin'a dip in one ah those, thanks kindly." Would be interesting to study tho! The smile faded slightly however, as she reached out to pat the console next to her.
"Ah'm afread ah just arrived aboard mahself. Still familiarizin; mahself wit the station and ah'll she can doo. Ah haven't exactly been told why we're shipping out early, ma - Captain." Careful there lass, she reminded herself. She tried for stoic but came off sheepish at the slip. "Do we 'ave any intelligence reports about wha'were going off ta do? The bloke that plucke mah arse out of the lake neegelected to enlighten me on where we're goin' ahn why us?"
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Post by Absinthe on Apr 5, 2019 6:15:29 GMT
[ Olivia Saugn | Main Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: brutus As the gorgeous red head spoke, Olivia nodded, doing her best to not stare at the other woman's lips. The younger woman's accent was like sweet nectar in her ear and seemed to sooth her still partially hungover brain. Her plans for an alcohol and sex filled week had been cut tragically short, but her libido was gnawing at the back of her mind more than she liked. She needed another cold shower, but it didn't look like she was going to get that any time soon. But she had to refocus herself. Now was not the time to lust after the ensign, she didn't know if there would ever be a time, but even if there was, this sure as hell wasn't it. She forced a relaxed smile and hoped it was believable. " Well, I've only seen the initial reports and it's not overly detailed," she began as she looked down at her hand and tapped the top of the console with her knuckle. " I'm expecting more detailed scans within the hour, we should have a fair good guess as to what we're walking into well before we launch. The plan is to do a briefing will all the department heads once the report comes in." " With any luck the rest of the senior staff will have reported in by then, or at least those we can get on the ship in a hurry. You're not the only one who was on leave when this began," she said thoughtfully. --- [ L'thm K'vai T'Lem | Main Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: multificionado There were those who needed to be off duty before they would allow themselves to relax, T'Lem was not one of those kinds of people. All she needed was no one giving her any instructions and no previously stated orders, and she would find something to do on her own. And she was, at that point, already done getting sickbay ready for launch. All the medicines were stocked and registered in the ship's computer. Even the osmotic eel was fed and clinging too the side of it's tank looking almost bored. T'Lem knew exactly how it felt. She was about as bored as it looked like it was. She had laid down on one of the biobeds, and was staring intently at the ceiling. She wondered what a normal Vulcan would do in that situation. She wasn't a normal Vulcan, but she had been trained by them. Maybe meditate? She had a hard time focusing to do that, she got too bored. She wondered if other Vulcans got bored too and simply hid it better. Or maybe boredom was only or humans and Vulcan failures like her. Either way, she was bored as hell and needed something to do. Anything really... With a heavy sigh she exited the sickbay and made her way through the corridors of the ship, looking for someone to bother, someone who was either too busy or not busy enough.
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Post by brutus on Apr 5, 2019 12:49:11 GMT
[Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2]
Cara bit the inside of her cheek as she felt her captains gaze stay focused on her. Most young ensigns did not do well under the steady focus of a superior officer's eyes. Oh, they all thought highly of themselves, having graduated the Academy. Four years of proving themselves the best and the brightest that Earth and her United Colonies had to offer. The phrase 'full of piss and vinegar' had been used by the commandant on the day of graduation, in fact, and Cara had a healthy dose of ego from her top marks in sciences, as well as her posting.
And it was that last fact that left the young Scot determined not to quail under the steady eye of Commander Saugn just now. She was posted as the Chief of Science on an NX class starship, one that had just been refitted, to boot. There was a trace of what the Academy head pshrinkers called 'Imposter Syndrome' lingering in the back of her mind, questioning if she was really worthy of a posting so prominent on a ship like this, but then, she'd damn well proven herself. Those bloody little pissants tha'thougt ah aught to be stuck ah Mackmurdo on ah research ahssignment can get right fooked.
So she listened attentively - because she was damned curious - and kept a half smile on her face, refusing to look away - because she was damned prideful. She just wished the answer the towering blonde Commander gave her was....at all satisfying. Cara hated not knowing things, and it looked like they were all in that bucket. She wanted to press but....but she didn't think it wise. Not yet.
"Ah see," she began carefully, eyes darting away. "Ah appreciate the honesty ma'am." She slipped, falling back on habit, and visibly chewed on her lip for a moment, letting her eyes glance to the viewscreen ahead, seeing the arms of Spacedock stretching out around the saucer section of the ship. A smile twitched across her lips.
"Ah guess tha gives me time ta'get a tour o'tha Discovery in then, if we're still waiting on a report, and most of th'crew to arrive." she practically bobbed up and down on her toes at the sudden prospect. She hadn't even realized she'd been petting the side of her station console like it was some affectionate animal. Emboldened, or simply just excited and too inexperienced to hide it, she barled right on and asked, "Any suggestions as ta where Ah might start?"
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Post by Absinthe on Apr 6, 2019 9:35:42 GMT
[ Olivia Saugn | Main Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: brutus Did she seem nervous or was that just Olivia's imagination? Honestly she couldn't tell.The younger woman had a way of seeming confident, though it was clear to Olivia that at least some of that was a well maintained mask. Olivia had her own mask to maintain, so she understood. there were a lot of things she was glad it did not seem people knew about her. A degree of professionalism was expected and she knew damn well that given the chance she more often than not fell through. She wondered how Helen managed to lead so many lives, to keep so many secrets. She never did find out. " I would start on Deck E in the forward section. I have been told the new sensor array is a treat to any who understand that kind of thing," she said giving her calmest smile. She wanted to keep herself focused on business and not get distracted by another beautiful redhead. She cursed her luck that she would have to share a bridge with the green eyed beauty, but she kept this all contained behind her mask of professionalism. That last thing she needed was a reprimand on her file for fraternizing with an officer under her command. She could see it ending badly. She'd have to keep control. " I can't say I know too much about it, but I have a spare minute to take you down there if you are up for a little bit of a walk? At least to the turbo lift and then to the forward section." The sensor array was indeed one of the most advanced in the fleet after the old deflector dish had been refitted to serve a new purpose. Most of the internal structure had been replaced, but the main bulk of the exterior had been salvageable and given a new coating to allow for it to detect even the faintest of signals from any number of things. It was likely one of , if not the most advanced sensor array in the fleet.
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Post by brutus on Apr 6, 2019 12:08:57 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: AbsintheAs inquisitive and observant as Cara was when it came to the wide variety of interests in her field of study, she was also rather oblivious when it came to her Captains thoughts in that moment. Perhaps such insight was the kind of thing that took years of knowing a person to build. Or perhaps she was simply too excited to pick up on any obvious queues. Of course, Commander Saugn could simply be quite practiced at hiding her intentions and underlying impulses. That her hair reminded the senior officer of an ex, and that Oliva Saugn found the young Ensign Ross attractive flew over the Scot's head at warp speed. This was completely eclipsed by the visible excitement over the prospect of checking out the new sensor array system that had been installed during the refit. The Ensigns smile looked almost Denobulan in nature, with how wide it grew. She was now definitely bobbing up and down on her feet, to the point that one of the dockyard techs across the bridge had to turn away and duck into an open access panel to keep from getting caught smirking himself. "Ohhhh aye tha'd be right fantastic to get ah good look at." The itch to go poke around such a system was intense. "Seein' as Ah'll be usin' it as one of mah primary tools o'the trade." She was beaming and it took her a moment to realize the Commander had offered to lead the way and accompany her, at least part of the way. Seeing as Cara had never been aboard an NX-Class vessel, and didn't want to have to download a map to her hand scanner just yet, this seemed like a right convenient offer. Plus it might be a chance to get to know the Commander a bit better. Or it might be a bloody awkward ride, wit yer luck. The redhead thought dryly, but was determined not to let that stop her. "Ah'd be moighty obliged, Captain. As long as it ain't causin' yea too much trouble, tha'is." She'd taken a step closer toward the woman, away from her station, (and therefore, closer toward the lift) without even thinking about it.
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Post by multificionado on Apr 7, 2019 2:52:36 GMT
[Sergeant Raquel Ruiz | Weapons Locker | MACO Unit | Starship Discovery NX-04 | Earth Drydock 2] attn: Absinthe
Raquel couldn’t help but be impressed with the stockpile of weapons in the locker. They all must’ve been loaded aboard during the refit; they couldn’t have had all this on short notice, given the news from Major Claudius that they were leaving earlier than expected. But still, she was amazed at the amount of ordnance they were packing. Only the ship’s torpedoes would pack more punch than their entire armory put together.
They didn’t just have more than enough rifles and ammo; they had stun grenades, among other grenades that packed a stronger punch, and some detonators to blow doors away, at least to a certain extent, sniper scopes and…those long tubes, did they look like bazookas? For want of a better expression?
Raquel gazed in amazement, brushing her hair through her fingers, whistling. She wondered if Starfleet Command, as well as los generales of the MACOs, knew about those hellish months the Discovery had been through, the attack from the Romulans?
It was war, after all. And this time, the MACOs were armed to the teeth, not to mention that there was some horns included. Raquel wondered if the rest of the Discovery, in its refit, was given as much armaments, in its personnel and weapons systems, as her MACOs did. In any case, they’re bound to pack a whallop on the Romulans. Raquel was looking forward to showing the whole kaboodle to the rest of the MACOs when they came.
Still, she had to report to the major, pendejo or not.
As she was heading for the office, she noticed someone had entered the unit. The woman didn’t look like she was Starfleet, nor did she look strong enough to be a MACO. There was something peculiar about her, and not just from what she wore.
“Senora,” she called to her, using the equivalent to “ma’am,” primarily as a show of respect; every soldier always provided gestures and indications of respect, even if their superiors were pendejos.
“Senora? Senora! Are you lost? Senora, I am talking to you!”
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Post by Absinthe on Apr 10, 2019 6:51:43 GMT
[ Olivia Saugn | Main Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: brutus There was a brief moment, when the cute young scientist stepped closer to her, that Olivia's heart leaped into her throat. She wanted to lean in, to touch, to caress. Her eyes dipped to look at the neck of the younger woman and subconsciously she bit her lip. Some part of her wanted to lean forward and taste. To press her lips against the smooth pale skin and maybe bite, leaving a red ring from her teeth on that pale, beautiful skin. She gave herself a little shake and tried to refocus. It wasn't easy, but she had to get it under control. It was likely the result of those poppers she had taken the night before. She had figured they were something to enhance the alcohol, but she hadn't asked. Knowing her luck they were something like Denobulan aphrodisiacs, and she had popped them only about 14 hours earlier. She was beginning to regret taking them at all, it wouldn't have been a problem if she had stayed on leave, she would have just ridden out the symptoms and pretended she hadn't done something so stupid as to take pills of a stranger at an underground rave, but the scene was right and she felt like doing it, so she had done it. Fuck if the effect wasn't bugging the shit out of her ability to concentrate and the moisture level in her panties. It was getting to be annoying and she couldn't stop staring at female crew and lusting. It was making the day a hell of a lot harder than it needed to be. " Erm, yeah, It's no trouble. I'm not overly busy," she said and did her best to shove the lustful thoughts from her mind, even if they did keep seeding their way in. "Right this way." She quickly widened the space between them by taking a step back and then moving toward the bridge lift. " I think you'll find the new equipment quite..." She paused as her brain hunted for the right word. " Enticing?" Fuck, she had it bad and that sounded all wrong. She needed to get her head in the game. She wondered if she should head down to sickbay for something the suppress a libido. --- [ L'thm K'vai T'Lem | Main Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: multificionado Lost in her own little world T'Lem found herself simply wandering around, taking in the sights, the sounds, and the smells. Vulcans did have enhanced senses for all of those and even if she didn't act it, she was still Vulcan. Though sometimes she wondered if other Vulcans would take that as an insult. “Senora.”A voice spoke, but she paid it no mind. She didn't recognize the word, so it likely wasn't in reference to her. “Senora? Senora! Are you lost? Senora, I am talking to you!”She stopped and looked around, clearly, someone wanted someone's attention. She then noticed the woman in MACO uniform. " Erm, hello?" she said, feeling like she was missing something here. The woman looked tough, for a human, and most of the types to be so tough looking wanted nothing to do with her. " Did you want something?" She smiled brightly, her usual smile that was somewhat reminiscent of the sunrise over the forge. So bright and shining, yet oddly unnerving. The unnerving bit was the fact that she was still clearly Vulcan. Even though her shoulder-length hair his her ears, the faint green tint to her skin gave it way, that along with the upswept eyebrows only obscured by her bangs. The haircut was chosen to hide her Vulcan heritage, but not fully.
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brutus
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Post by brutus on Apr 10, 2019 12:55:34 GMT
[ Ens. Cara Siobhan Ross | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] Attn: Absinthe For a moment, even to Cara it seemed like something shifted in her commanding officer's gaze. The way the eyes darted down, briefly. The set of the other woman's jaw. There was something going on behind the ships Captains eyes, that Cara could not quite understand or place. A trickle of worry, the nagging little though of, Ack, was she just bein' polite? 'Ave Ah pushed 'er too far? flitted across her subconscious without really having time to settle in before Oliva seemed to come back to herself with a little shake, and offered to lead the way. Even taking a step back, Commander Saugn seemed to tower over the younger Ensign. It made Cara feel a little self conscious, though as a general rule she found height an attractive quality in general. Something was still off in the woman's eyes, a Cara looked up at her with a tentative smile on her own face. She felt like she was being inspected again, but there was something else going on. Like a struggle within the other woman for....for what? She couldn't pin it down, but all the same, Cara felt a heat rise to her cheeks. It was a failing of her genetics, as far as the redheaded Scot was concerned, and one she'd been mercilessly teased about in the fashion that only children and Starfleet Cadets could manage. Her skin was naturally pale. When she got sun, she tanned, and she had been getting some tan out at Lake Michigan. She also freckled something fierce, and there was a smattering of the little dots across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks. All gifts from her father. Worst of all, however, was the blush. She didn't just gain a light pink coloring. No, it came on full, a rich, rosy red, and there it was, blooming across her face. She could feel it creep over her features and she turned her head a way for a moment and coughed. Was it the look, or the word choice? Something had just sent her from bright, bubbly and confident, to bright, bubbly and shy at warp factor 5. "Ah thank ye kindly, Captain," She managed with only a slight tremble in her voice. Focus on th'sensor array, ye git. Now is not th'time to go aboot blushin' like ah wee schoolgirl, she scolded herself, stepping into the lift as the doors parted for the two women. "Ah figure it'll take me a few days or so to get a good feel fer how th'ship is laid out, bow t'stern and tha like." She swallowed, feeling the closeness of the lift and not understanding why that suddenly seemed to matter. She'd been fine with the proximity on the bridge, and shook it off as new posting jitters. "Ah'm positive tha'th sensor array will be quite enticing, aye."
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Post by Absinthe on Apr 11, 2019 4:32:23 GMT
[ Olivia Saugn | Main Bridge | NX-04 Discovery | Earth Drydock 2 ] attn: brutus Was the lift always so cramped? Olivia couldn't help but wonder. She'd stood in one with almost 6 other people before and it didn't seem as cramped then. She was able to keep almost a full foot from the younger woman with relative ease. And did it always take so long to go down only a handful of decks? She took a breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth. She found herself contemplating the smell of the other woman. Perfume? She couldn't quite identify it, but it smelled nice. Though given her current state she felt it likely she would have liked the smell of the other woman even if she had just been working out and was covered in sweat. She took another breath and did her best to not make it seem like she was sniffing the air too much. " Is this your first time on an NX type ship?" she asked, attempting to make casual conversation. She did her best to relax and seem at ease, even if the back of her mind was calculating how long she had in the lift and how long it would be before someone noticed her missing if she just pinned the other woman against the wall and took advantage of her. She did her best to put such fantasies out of her mind. SHe didn't need to sexually assault a junior officer only an hour before launching the day ship. She didn't need to do it at all. She inwardly scolded herself for thinking such things, but the thought remained quietly festering in the back of her mind. She took another slow breath. " Or just your first time on one of the ones that have been refit?" Before the red-haired woman could answer the lift doors slide open and revealed Deck E, which to the not overly observant looked just like every other deck. Olivia knew the deck plans and layout of her ship like the back of her hand all the same. She had been going over specific details for months and making sure progress continued at an acceptable rate and that meant knowing almost every detail of her ship. It was not a long walk from the lift to the main sensor array, but Olivia took her time walking. Even if she would not allow herself to act on the sordid impulses and thoughts in her head, there was something to be said for spending time with a lovely young woman that she could not bring herself to say no to.
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