[LCdr Blue Tiran | No Bells Necessary | Private Occasion | Invite Only | No You Weren't Invited | Fucking, Finally | Might Be Late]
@Top Hat @Fife @Auctor Lucan
[Miss Blue, you realize the ceremony was due to start a full two minutes and sixteen seconds previous]
Blue shot the bird that floated beside her using his anti-grav boosters underneath his chassis to glide beside her since she had decidedly not built a receptacle into her dress for him to lay on her shoulder. She had made sure that he had plenty of charge for the journey, for the exchanging of the rings, and for all that he would need to entail today. Though, she had been working hard to increase his battery output and longevity over the course of working together through the various blueprints that she had been messing with in between all the times that she was corraling the idiots on her deck, fixing shit that was broken, and trying not to fucking strangle people for breathing too loudly in her ear. Not to mention that she had to track down the fuckers that decided to shirk their duties in favor of other shit that was completely unimportant to the ship.
The swish of chiffon skirts was almost too loud as she stormed down the corridors. Her carefully cared for curls were bouncing all around her, mostly lowered and loose falling around her to her middle back, but a slight bit of them had been pulled back on the left side by a sparkling blue gemmed clip that kept her hair out of her face just enough that it wasn't bothering her yet. The looks she got as she walked down the corridors on the way to the Conference Room on the Bridge, was nothing short of awe, shock, and complete brain death. This was Blue Fucking Tiran, the terror of Engineering, and she was in a fucking dress. There was enough skin on her chest showing that allowed little to the imagination but kept everything one hundred percent modest at the same time.
The dress had no sleeves, but the straps fell over her muscular pale shoulders in a vibrant blue color. The torso all the way to the waist and a little bit more was all the lovely blue, then it began to fade into the pitch of black at the base of the skirt where it ruffled slightly with the sheer amount of fabric. It was light weight despite the amount of it on her body. She stormed down the hallway with her normal PADD in her hands, her messenger bag on her shoulder, and the skirts of her massive dress moving around her like fluid waters as she moved. The heels on her, things that she would take off and chuck at the nearest bulk head two minutes exactly after she put a ring on her finger, added about three inches of extra height. The dress had needed a little extra edge and Albert talked her into heels for posture and occasion.
“I'm about to shove these fucking heels up your sensor port.” she grumbled as they turned another corner in a lovely swirl of chiffon. Up ahead was the Bridge door, she could see it and knew that she was running behind, but that, that was life on a ship this fucking size, with this many fucking problems, and then whistling cat calling Klingons when she left her fucking office dressed to impress. She would just rather fucking get this done, but work fucking called and she fully intended to take the rest of the fucking night off with her soon-to-be-husband and not one fucking soul had better fucking interupt their first night as a joined pair …
She supposed that she shouldn't be like that, they had lived together for years now, but this was different, this was.. at least in her mind, permanent and she had never thought she would get fucking married. And yet, here she was, dressed to the nines, heels pounding on the deck plating as she charged forward with Albert beside her. The door to the Bridge opened and she stepped in, for a moment her eyes cast around the empty space and she turned towards the Conference room where the ceremony, small as it would be, was to take place, and noticed a pacing Vulcan charging back and forth in front of the door. The sheer relief on his face when she stood there was a little uncalled for. This was her fucking wedding for crying out loud.
“You're late.”
“You're really fucking blunt, and?” she said as she walked over to him and sighed, as she brushed a errant curl from her shoulder and it slid back into place among the others. She lifted the messenger bag off her shoulder and placed it to the side carefully. She then, pulled her PADD out and began to fire off a message.
“What the – Blue!” he said frustratedly.
“What? There is something that I need done while I'm fucking off tonight, and if I don't fucking remind my preschoolers to get this shit done it won't! It'll just take a fucking second, sheesh.” her fingers moved as fast as humanly possible while Albert found himself a spot on a small perch that she had installed in the Bridge incase he was ever up here for some reason and needed to top off.
[Miss Blue, you should have started the ceremony three minutes and six seconds ago.] he informed her.
“Fuck you Albert, shit.” she said as she tossed her PADD down with a whole lot less care than she had the messenger bag.
[I would like to remind you that you set the time so that it would fit into your schedule.]
“I'd be really fucking surprised that Ranaan isn't fucking late too, shit people.” she glared at Albert and that sparked her memory that he was missing something.
Dropping down carefully to her bag she pulled out two items that were black in color. The skirts swirled around her as she crossed to Albert and began to administer the accessories that were built for this occasion. She placed the black fabric bow tie on his chest just underneath his vocal speaker unit hidden in the beak like area. It snapped into place with a strong specialized magnet. Then she placed the small top hat on his little head between his ears. She had decided not to go any further than that, he was hers after all, but also his own little person. They had decided on his accessories together through conversations and searching through various images that she could find in the computer files. He had been rather taken with the old style of dress, she hadn't had time for a full on suit or anything but he looked rather nice enough.
“Do you need me to announce you?” Cross said reminding her of their actual purpose here.
“If Ran is in there, he knows.” she admitted softly as she pressed sixteen different spots on Albert's body and a small drawer in his chest opened up revealing a small, dark, ring, that she had made herself. Once more, just to make sure it was perfect, she ran her fingers over the grooves and the joints, of the beautiful thing. Her thumb caught on nothing and she turned handing it to Cross.
“I know that you're not my maid of honor or anything, but could you hold this for me until we get to that part? I don't want to have to fucking fondle Albert for it in the middle of the whole ceremony.” she said handing over the special ring to Cross. Once he took it and tucked it away in his robes she turned and sighed, taking a long deep breath and letting it out. She wasn't nervous, but this was a big deal for her. She was finally, after all these years, tying herself to the one man that made everything right in the universe. Her stomach was settled, her heart was beating fast with excitement, and her mind was a whirl of all the loving emotions that she felt when she thought about Ranaan Ducote and what he had done for her. Who he was for her. What he had become. Who they could be standing side by side in the future.
“Open the door, Albert.” she stated as she slid her arm through Cross' and once the door opened they began to head into the Conference room where, hopefully, Ranaan and Ives awaited for their small ceremony. She could hear the gentle hum of Albert following them in his little hat and bow tie.
Her eyes sought his, Ranaan's, and his alone. Cross, through his touch telepathy could likely feel how very much she loved the man she was about to marry, how completely enamored she was with him. How settled she was, when in his presence. It was time to step into the future, no more waiting, it was finally time, to be one.
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