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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 06 [0915 hrs.] Close Encounters of the Savi Kind

Last post by Brutus - Today at 12:53:35 AM

[Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Holding Cell | Unknown Savi Vessel ]Attn: @Pierce @Nesota Kynnovan
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A bolt of pure liquid nitrogen lanced through Natalie's chest, coiling into a frozen ball beneath her ribs as she threw the Savi she had engaged into the room, slamming it up against one of the sleek 'beds' that the trio had awoken upon into their naked captivity. She prayed that the Ensign was wrong, that she had misheard, or simply that the redhead was over worrying about a Savi that had not yet succumb to whatever was plaguing these creatures. The one she herself grabbed seemed suitably disoriented, to the point that Natalie found herself flowing through the motions of a combat form she had learned not long prior, using the creatures gangly size against it as it tried to recover and took a swipe at the darker haired Martian.

Whatever the case, it was clear that the redhead was giving into her own bottled rage in the moment, channeling it into the fight with the Savi she had taken on. Natalie could not afford to do the same. Her anger, she shoved aside, just as she did the frozen fear that a greater threat loomed in the room with them. She could only focus on what she could manage in the here and now, tossing the addled Savi back over her shoulder in the opposite direction from where they had been facing a moment prior. She thanked whatever powers that be who happened to be watching over them that she had recovered from the oxygen deprivation as fast as she did, and promised she would hit the gym more when she got back to the Theurgy.

In truth, seeing the bulbous headed alien sail thru the air and smack into the far wall was a kind of satisfaction that Natalie would have to worry about and discuss with her couneslor later. Though, considering her counselor was the one that invited her on this trip, and where that had led, she was less than sure it was a topic of conversation she ever wanted to address again. Giving an after action report to Ives was going to be the single most embarrassing moment of her career to date, and that was saying something. Bent over, hands on her knees, she sucked down the fresh, full air that the room created, as she watched the being she'd tussled with lay there in a still heap, its chest barely rising. Not dead then, she concluded as her mind caught up with the words she was hearing.

Standing up straight and ignoring the sudden ache when she rotated her left arm about at the shoulder, Natalie looked to Amanda, weapon pointed down the hall, crouched by the door, and then over to Lauren, who moments before had been splayed out on the floor (a sight to see, that she did not want to think about then) had gotten up and was fiddling with the busted console by the door. Sweeping her messy mane of hair back, Natalie moved over to the unconscious Savi, giving it a pat down. Smirking, she slid something off its wrist and gave a sharp whistle.

"Heads up, Ensign," she warned, before tossing the band at the redhead. "I think that one has a communicator on it. See if you can put it to use with those exposed wires. Maybe we can give it a boost and get a call out. Lietuenant," She stepped back from the alien, having pulled a rubber fiber free from its tunic, and was using it to tie her hair back into a messy tail that was at least better than falling about her face.

"Good thinking on watching the hallway. Keep your eyes peeled. If we can get a call out, we can hunker down here. Neither of these seem to have a tricorder, or anything like it, unless I missed it." She spun around slowly, not noticing the way she jiggled, as she tried to see if something had fallen free in the scuffle and managed to scatter itself about the stark confines of their cell, or perhaps back out into the hallway.

Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 09 [2055 hrs.] Girl Talk

Last post by Brutus - Today at 12:04:05 AM

[Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Quarters of the Executive Officer | Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]Attn: @Griff
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Confusion gave way to professed desire and Natalie felt another giggled bubbling up in her chest as she watched her friend argue over the Orion woman's role within the intelligence department. For her own part, Natalie was unsure of the Lieutenants specific duties, how much of it was publicly true versus a cover that was maintained, and what her day-to-day efforts entailed. It was one of the many things she should, as First Officer, review. When she had the time. Which was never. In truth she suspected that she did not know every little detail aboard, and that Ives still kept much to themselves in the need of utmost secrecy. Though she had been on the receiving end of a slew of eye-opening briefings in the time since she traded her black pip for a third gold pin, and her yellow tunic for one colored red.

Setting that aside, Natalie delighted in being on the other side of the equation and watching someone else discover a truth about their preferences that they had not before realized. Lillee has her thing for spies, and I have my thing for pointed ears, apparently. This thought did not pass her lips, less she make the other woman uncomfortable, though she did glance at the blondes ears, ever so briefly.

The moment passed swiftly however as Lillee realized the true nature of what Natalie was speaking of, and clarified matters in a way that had the XO leaping to apologize herself. "Oh no, I'm sorry. I had no idea and I haven't....well I haven't been prying into subordinates personnel files unless I have a legitimate reason to go digging. I didn't mean to drag up unpleasant memories." The words were tumbling out of her mouth before she could help herself. She took a moment to breathe deeply and settle herself, and then she smiled wanly.

"He sounds like many men that I knew back at the Academy. It might be something in their chromosomes," she mused, laughing, and then blushing slightly as her mind traveled elsewhere. "Though, having gained something of an appreciation for my own sex, I suppose I can understand the appeal. Purely as a mental exercise in understanding others' viewpoints, of course." The XO perhaps protested too much in that regards.

Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 11 [2345 hrs.] Ships in the Night

Last post by Brutus - December 03, 2023, 11:29:26 PM

[Cmdr. Natalie Stark | Xenobiology and Cybernetics Lab | Deck 17 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy ]Attn: @Number6
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There was more than a little bit of relief bubbling about in Natalie as Vanya sunk further into the roleplay that was developing, as well as sinking physically into the chair. As much as she enjoyed watching the statuesque beauty kneeling on the chair, the back of it hiding some of her more delicious fruits from Natalie's gaze, the off-duty XO much preferred the new pose the Romulan android had taken. Licking her lips at the sight was a natural reaction she could not prevent herself from indulging in. Vanya looked tasty, there was no other way to put it.

If you're being honest with yourself, you haven't had a moment to just drop the responsibility of XO from the instant Ives made the position permanent and you changed your collar from yellow to red. You're lucky your counselor hadn't mandated more leave for you prior to now. Natalie tactfully did not remind herself of what happened the last time Amanda tried to get Nat to relax and take some leave on Qo'noS. The detour aboard the Savi scout ship was not something that the XO wished to dwell on. Not when her girlfriend was twirling about in her self-declared Command-chair.

Something so ridiculous should not have been so damn arousing, but Natalie could feel herself growing damp at the idea of doing whatever Vanya asked - ordered - her to do. Her breath hitched for a moment as the spinning stopped, and the Romulan fixed her gaze on the very nude human woman, who still stood there under the dimmed lights, toeing the floor with one bare foot, hands clasped behind her back, resting on her ample rump. Shivering from excitement, and not at all from the slightly chilly lab air, Natalie gulped.

"Yes ma'am, very much," she let a bit of the desire bubble into her voice, while trying on the honorific for size. They were playing around with command protocols, their day to day, and Nat disliked the habit of being called 'sir' when she was in a position of authority. XO was a nice compromise, ma'am worked as well, and if someone insisted on sir, she wouldn't make a big deal of it - at least they treated her with the professional respect her rank deserved. But this was something far different. In the seclusion of the cybernetics lab, a different game was unfolding, and Natalie allowed herself to relax into the role - though she was sure that there would be exercise soon enough.

As instructed, Natalie moved across the room and came to a stop in front of Vanya. She pondered how she wanted to sit on her lovers lap, and after a moment, turned her back and bent down, plumping her bum onto Vanya's thigh, and then sliding back, with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, pushing back in against the Romulan, looking over her shoulder. She'd seen similar movements in holodramas that she would vehemently deny every viewing, and wasn't sure if she pulled it off or not, but could hope all the same.

"Like this?"

Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 11 [2345 hrs.] Ships in the Night

Last post by Number6 - December 03, 2023, 10:42:05 PM

[Lt. Vanya | Xenobiology and Cybernetics Lab | Deck 17 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy ]Attn @Brutus
Vanya was completely thrilled at the game Nat was playing She was pulling out the experience, drawing the anticipation, teasing her about what they both, clearly wanted. That Nat was playing along, taking a submissive role showed that she wanted to play the game in her way, and Vanya was more than happy to oblige. She had many techniques in her time, but she decided to keep it more playful for now.   With a wink she dropped Nat’s panties and went back to the chair, gracefully pulling it out into the centre of the room. It would be difficult to hide what they were doing, and that’s what made it all the more fun.   She lowered herself into the chair, her green eyes not breaking contact with Nat’s exposed body.

“As the ranking officer of this endeavour, I hereby declare that this is to be my command chair”   She chose her words very carefully.   She didn’t want the computer flagging this up to the Captain or security as an attempted mutiny.

She opened her legs, showing her moistening sex to the other woman. Teasingly she started to rotate in the chair, three times, each time when she faced Nat she made a point of slowing the chair down.
“Well as command seats go, it lacks arm rests, but I think that we can find plenty to keep my arms busy, can we not?”   she gave her a sultry nod before closing her legs and patting her knee seductively. With her feet on the floor, Vanya could easily support both of their weight without putting undue pressure on the seat.

“I would very much like your input into the situation.   Care to join me?”

Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 18 [19:33 hours] Three brains are better than two

Last post by Number6 - December 03, 2023, 10:12:48 PM

[ Lt Vanya | Xenobiology and Cybernetics Lab | Deck 17 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy ]attn @Pierce

He's a nerd Vanya mused.    She liked the nerds.   They were deeply excitable, passionate about what they did, and didn’t look at her, or her Romulan heritage as something to fear.   Then there were those who saw her as the sex bot, something to try out and enjoy without consideration to the partners of them, or her own feelings. True, she was no stranger to transactional relationships, but she had always hoped she was more than some loners tawdry holosuite programme.

True, Nerds did see you as a puzzle to solve, but they were like that with most people.   Its just that her base code was easier to understand for them than fellow emotional beings. And truth be told, Vanya struggled to understand humanoids herself.   She was pleased to be his first, and despite her earlier thoughts, she had to refrain from making a joke about first timers.

“Poor old V-9” Vanya said.   “I don’t think they like me because they don’t really have the programming to understand me.”

She nodded as he asked her to tell her everything about herself.   “Yes. Its difficult to say.   Romulans aren’t really ones for cybernetics. But the design and the materials are identical to my own.”

She walked over to the PADD.

“My brain is multitronic. I’m sure you are aware of the Daystrom M-5 Experiments.” She said.   Daystrom was still a legend in the field of computing and artificial intelligence, even so, his multitronic Matrix resulted in the death of hundreds of Starfleet officers and was deemed a failure.

“The Romulans stole the M5 files from Starfleet.    They remained in some isolated datacore until a rogue cyberneticist found it, and began to apply the work to androids.   You see, the ultimate flaw with the M5 Unit was that it was based on the mind of Daystrom, who’s ego was unstable and unpredictable. My creator was far more mentally stable, and Multitronic matrix was far more viable.”

She loaded up the file.   Every last scrap of data about her that she had access to before the Theurgy broke away. Every file was listed.   All anyone had to do was press a control to access them.   She theatrically stepped away and gestured towards the console.

“This is… me…   everything about me.   Starfleet's analysis when they found me, what files were with me when I was found, my own notes about my performance.   Someone could one day use this data to destroy me.   I am bearing my soul to you Lieu – Alistair.   If I can trust you, its all yours.”

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 1: Outside Looking In [ Day 1 | 1345 ]

Last post by Nesota Kynnovan - December 03, 2023, 05:07:48 PM

[Lieutenant Junior Grade Amanda Ashby | onboard the Apache]
Attn: @BipSpoon, @Ellen Fitz, @Stegro88, @RyeTanker, @Sqweloookle, @Dree, @P.C. Haring

[[OOC: No idea if it’s my turn, but I’ll just try to post to get things moving!]]

After she boarded the Apache and dropped off her bags (which consisted of a simple black Starfleet-issue duffle bag and a matching backpack) in one of the bunk bed alcoves, Amanda found herself in the curious and rather rare situation where she quite honestly didn’t knew what to do; she’d never really been on away missions before and, as she looked around, all she could see was how the others were starting to spread out and go on about their own business. She remembered that, back during basic training at Starfleet Academy, the instructors would call this ‘maintaining the status quo’.

If only she knew what status quo she had to maintain.

It was at that moment when Amanda decided that it might be a good idea to aimlessly wander around the Apache in order to get a little more familiar with the ship. After finding the Transporter Room, the Cabins and the Head, where she accidently walked in on an unfamiliar Bolian crewmember whose flatulence managed to actually punctuate his sentences as he yelled at her to get out, the blonde-haired (and now flustered) Martian decided to give up on exploring and instead returned to her bunk bed alcove to… maintain the status quo.

And that’s where Amanda found herself when she heard the voice of Lieutenant Valyn Amarik warning them to be ready; laying on her bunk bed while mindlessly playing Farmville on her PADD. Startled, the blonde-haired Martian quickly turned off her PADD and tucked it back into her backpack before hoisting it onto her back in lieu of anything better to do to ready herself.

Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 13 [1210 hrs.] Awkwardness Abounds

Last post by Griff - November 30, 2023, 10:38:55 PM

[Lieutenant Alistair Leavitt | Holodeck 2 | Deck 8 | USS Theurgy ] Attn. @Ellen Fitz
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Alistair had a plan. Thinking toward the future, he had intended to take an analytical approach to Enyd's pleasure. From her lips to her toes, he swiftly tested every part of Enyd's body, assessing her responses at each turn. Every gasp from Enyd ticked a mental box in his head, even as he felt a thrum of satisfaction at each tiny discovery: the way she tensed as a finger grazed her anus, how she sighed when he kissed the tip of her ear, how she groaned when his tongue moved in a certain pattern. It was a very analytical sexual act, but it was profoundly arousing for him. Exploring a new woman's body, finding her quirks, discovering her secrets, was as exciting as it was intimate. More, in each relationship, such exploration could only be done once.

...Or perhaps not. What would it be like to watch another man be with Enyd, to discover her? To explore that man's body with her? As he ever more enthusiastically pumped his vibrating digits inside Enyd, kissing her intermittently, the thought tantalised Alistair, his neglected manhood throbbing in response. Finally, after her second orgasm, the surrounding positronic net thrumming intensely along with the two lovers, he was about to enact the final stage of the plan: to take Enyd up into his arms, wrap her legs around his waist, press her against the wall and drive into her.

Of course, no plan survived contact with the enemy, especially one as fearsome as Enyd Madsen.

"Wha-" Alistair yelped as he was pushed against the invisible wall, his eyes widening as Enyd's own scheme became clear. Stunned into silence, his breathing quickened as she looked up at him. The mischief in her eyes entranced him as Enyd began to touch him, to tease him, steadily driving him mad with erotic tension amidst the complete silence around them.

Then Enyd's lips touched the tip of his shaft, and thought ceased altogether, his entire body shuddering. The subsequent treatment further fanned the building explosion in Alistair's balls, before finally Enyd started sucking him off in earnest, drawing deep groans from her man as he held on for dear life.

Eventually (he had long since lost track of time), Alistair felt the inevitable beginning to happen. "Enyd," he grunted, "you're about to-" He was cut off as the climax overcame him, his manhood spurting its hot load, Alistair's eyes closing as he revelled in the orgasm.

Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 19 [1430hrs] The Trill of hockey

Last post by Nesota Kynnovan - November 28, 2023, 10:24:18 PM

[Lieutenant Junior Grade Amanda Ashby | Holodeck 01 | Deck 08 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy]
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Amanda scoffed when the coach of the Leran Manev Ilrienh called for a timeout, but used the short break to turn her undivided attention towards Amelya as the woman spoke up about her symbiont. While the initial question had been out of sheer curiosity, given how a hockey stadium was hardly the right environment for an in-depth analysis, it wasn’t hard to see that the experience clearly took a toll on the blonde-haired Trill. In all fairness, Amanda could understand why it did; being introduced to the collective memories and experiences of several previous hosts like that would take a toll on everyone’s psyche, and the Martian Psychiatrist couldn’t help but respect Amelya for the amazing way in which she adapted to the situation.

And, in believing so, Amanda took the bait and genuinely believed that it were the memories that exhausted Amelya instead of something far more serious.

When the match resumed the conversation, short as it had been, was immediately forgotten as Amanda turned her attention back to the game in front of her. It was brutal and both the Montreal Canadiens and the Leran Manev Ilrienh put up a brave fight. It actually brought a grin to Amanda’s face to hear how much Amelya seemed to enjoy the ongoing game as well and, after throwing the other woman a sideway glance, she soon joined the blonde-haired Trill in cheering for the teams. Just… the opposite team. She roared along with the crowd when Grom checked the Captain of the Ilrienh into a board and wasn’t beyond booing when the large Klingon was subsequently sent to the bench by the referees.

Without the large Klingon on the field, Amanda soon began to realize that the game would be hugely in favour of the Leran Manev Ilrienh and, indeed, when the buzzer went off the game ended in a 3-1 victory for the Trill team. As the game began to wind down along with the humming of the anti-gravity generators, which allowed the players to slowly come down onto the field, the speakers crackled to life once more. ”Amazing! The Leran Manev Ilrienh advances to the semi-finals of the 2381 Federation Hockey League as the first Trill team to do so in the history of the League!” It was a well-deserved victory as well; while Amanda had been rooting for the Montreal Canadiens, she had to admit that the Leran Manev Ilrienh had simply played better. Turning her attention back to Amelya once more, Amanda was about to speak up when the blonde-haired woman beat her to it and invited her to the VIP bar for a drink.

”A drink?” Amanda followed the gesture of Amelya’s hand towards the VIP bar and, for a brief moment, she was actually taken aback; she watched several holographic matches in the Harbour Station, but not once had she even considered to visit the VIP bar. A grin appeared on her face as she turned her attention back to Amelya and Amanda nodded enthusiastically. ”You know, I’ve never even considered to go to the VIP bar! That’s an amazing idea Amy, I would like that.”

With those words, the two blondes (and Jona, unbeknownst to Amanda) began to make their way towards the spire. Under normal circumstances, had they visited the Harbour Station in person, they would have definitely been stopped near the elevator; in this particular case however, the doors of the elevator opened right in front of the trio as if to actively welcome them aboard. After a short ride up towards the spire, the elevator doors opened right in front of them and the view immediately stunned Amanda.

Instead of what the actual spire of Harbour Station might’ve looked like, the VIP bar in the holodeck program was winter-themed and offered them an amazing view of the winter wonderland that could only be Andor. As they disembarked from the elevator, a sharply dressed Ferengi immediately approached them and smiled his most friendly smile at them. ”Ah, welcome to the VIP bar. Please, follow me and I’ll get you seated at one of our prime tables.”

While Amanda wasn’t exactly sure whether it was the knowledge that she was in the VIP bar, the smile, the curt bow or the tone of the Ferengi’s voice, she couldn’t help but feel that somehow, she would end up losing latinum. Regardless, she followed the Ferengi through the bar, impressed by everything she saw along the way, and ended up at a tall table surrounded by four comfortable high stools. The table itself was located right near the window and offered an even more impressive view of the landscape below the spire; it definitely wasn’t Montreal but only confirmed Amanda’s initial suspicions that they were looking down at the snowy landscape of Andor. ”Wow, Amy…” As Amanda sat down on one of the stools, she turned her blue-eyed attention towards Amelya and the look on her face only further accentuated the amazed tone of her slightly Martian-accented voice. ”You sure have good ideas, I should go out with you more often.” A soft laugh escaped her lips before she nodded her head towards the landscape outside. ”Just look at that, we’re looking at Andor, aren’t we? The view is absolutely beautiful!”

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 2: DIS Engage [ Day 1 | 1259 ]

Last post by Pierce - November 27, 2023, 11:31:32 PM

[ Lt. JG Tessa May Lance & Ensign Lauren Pierce | Battle Bridge | V. 2 | Deck 8 | The Ranger ] Attn: @rae @Number6 @Nero @Nolan @Dumedion @Havenborn @RyeTanker @tongieboi @chXinya @Brutus @Ellen Fitz [Show/Hide]

Lauren enjoyed her job. Now more than ever. With the revelation that she'd survived multiple threats to her life in recent weeks, and the fact she had an ancestor aboard, she now sat back in her chair at the CONN. Having the opportunity now to take a little edge off since separating the vector, The Ranger, from the other sections of the ship. She had to admit, she kinda liked the atmosphere to the battle bridge not having been on one in the past, it gave her a sense of excitement. One that she knew might come into play later on if and when they came into opposition. Thankfully, Tessa too was onboard but likely sitting in her quarters aboard this very vector or in the Tac CONN area prepping her ship. Pierce couldn't be sure.

Looking at the viewscreen, she saw the stars blurring as they had since moved from the Helmet and were on their journey to the RNZ. Some place likely to be a frenzy between the Romulans Civil War and the Klingons, and well...everything going on. Last thing they'd want to see is Starfleet and most of all the Theurgy. But it took everything in her to not bounce in her chair as she held in the giddy feeling rising in her as she knew sooner than later, she was going to be playing her song on the helm.

Turning around she nodded at Cross who was with her on her last flight mission on Praxis. Only, this time her vessel was massive by comparison and the maneuvers would be highly difficult to pull off, nigh impossible. Deep down, she knew she had it in her to bring the crew home. Despite being a lowly Ensign, she was a pilot through and through, and this was her specialty. Besides, it wasn't the first time she'd driven a large ship. The Enterprise-E might have faired better had she been at the helm during the battle of the Bassen Rift.... Lost in her thoughts of what must have transpired she refocused on the flight currently underway. "I wonder what Tessa's up to...," she thought to herself.

Meanwhile, Tessa a few decks down was prepping her vessel for the battles she'd no doubt be in. The tricky daredevil of a pilot was itching for a fight having been on leave for a bit since her last escapade and since the crash, and well...it'd been a while aside from holodeck time. Glancing at the PADD, she looked at the armaments that Scruffy had finished in the interim, after the time they spent together in her cockpit. She grinned at the thought before looking back at the spec sheet.

Everything looked good and raring to go. The only lingering thought was the one that she knew came every outing. Who wasn't going to be returning to the ship? Last time it was almost her and they lost others during it all. But undoubtedly, they always lost Wolves during them and this would be no different. Part of her wondered if she would outlast the reaper or if her song would be played. The other part knew, she wouldn't go out this time. But time was uncertain for them all. Now all she could do was wait for the call.

Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: Chapter 5: And so it begins [ Day 1 | 1355 ]

Last post by Pierce - November 27, 2023, 09:34:37 PM

[ Lt. Commander Alana Pierce | Med Bay | USS Allegiant | Aerodrome of the Erudite ] | ATTN: @Ellen Fitz @Dree @Griff @Dumedion @P.C. Haring @chXinya @UltimaImperatrixia [Show/Hide]

The bridge was tense as they approached Romulan space to their undoubtedly eventful mission. Things she'd discovered were never that easy with Theurgy missions let alone with ones dealing with espionage. Pierce was impressed with how Lillee took the Allegiant to task at the flight path to Romulus. Even more impressive was how she got them there without so much as a whiff of a firefight. She'd have to discuss those tactics with the woman later but for now, she stood. Looking at the planet before her as she glanced around at the crew working like a well oiled machine as the captain gave orders.

"Impressive view. With any luck, we can pull off what we're planning without a hitch." She muttered next to the captain.

Ives turned and glanced at Alana in her female form. "It surely is. But our mission is at a critical juncture as we need every advantage we can muster. With the Praetor possibly jumping ship, our time table has moved up dramatically. We're going to need a way to keep her here."

The red headed woman pondered the dilemma. "Give me a bit on that and we'll see what we can come up with to keep her here."

She turned to exit the bridge back to the corridors of the ship but decided to access the engineering console instead. Fingers accessing the controls, she looked and found an example of what she needed but hoped she wouldn't if push came to shove. Alana was ready to go fully undercover as she headed to her bunk to get changed. It was going to be a long day.