Star Trek: Theurgy

Chapter 04: Supplemental [ Day 05 | 1955 hrs. ] Karaoke Night

[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Fighter Assault Bay| Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: Everyone who wants to give it a crack

It had taken Thomas some convincing with Sten Covington to use the lounge of his cubs. Yet after a small hour of debating as to why it needed to be refurnished a bit, Sten could only laugh at it and accept that it might be a decent idea to crank up crew morale. The set up was pretty basic. The tables, chairs and sorts of the largest lounge on the fighter assault bay had been moved to the mess hall of the wolves. Some tables had remained behind and were puzzled together to form a sort of stage. A couple of view screens were demounted and remounted from various locations and a few smaller tables were borrowed from the below decks lounge. In the end decorations were replicated and the crew lounge now had the typical back alley ditched karaoke bar vibe going.

A makeshift bar had been assembled by the deck hands due to the impending threat of running into a cube, only mocktails and sythenol was served along with warm beverages. A short ship wide message had been sent that R&R activities would be held at the current location, yet the how and what were kept under covers to serve a maximum surprise effect. It was meant to be an open night for all layers of the crew to join. As people came in to peek curiously post shift or during shift in the wolves case, Thomas moved up on the makeshift stage. The lights were dimly lit and a few spots were trained on the wolf leader as he looked at the gathered crowd. With a few taps on the microphone he gathered everyone's attention and his face had a lopsided grin on display as he clapped his hands together and rubbed them "Good evening everyone, thank you for showing up! I'm hoping we'll have some more people in. Anyway, to change our minds a little, Chief Covington has granted me the use of this lounge to accommodate our very first Karaoke night!" Thomas announced before clapping and nodding at Sten "So without further ado, I'll kick us off with a classic." he laughed lowly before he closed his eyes.

It didn't take long before the first notes and tones began of the song and a few laughs and giggles were heard as Kenny Loggin's Danger zone started to fill the room. Ravon started to move his hips as he grabbed the microphone "Revvin' up your engine...
Listen to her howlin' roar.." he started with a low deep voice before he smiled broadly and continued "Metal under tension
Beggin' you to touch and go..." he continued as he winked at his gathered wolves and had his eyes drifting to the rest of the crowd "Highway to the Danger Zone! Ride into the Danger Zone!" he sang along loudly with the song now as he tapped his foot on the table and danced along like a true performer.

Thomas sang the entire song and when he closed it off by landing on his legs and singing loudly along with the song he bit his lip and stood back up. Thanking the crowd he placed the microphone back on the stand and he laughed "Feel free to line up your songs and the stage is yours! Enjoy the evening folks and relax." he concluded before he jumped off the table and walked towards the rest of his pack.

[ Lt. JG Evelyn Rawley | Rawley's Quarters | Deck 15 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan @Auctor Lucan @Triage @Doc M. @Havenborn @Triton
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“Computer, locate Thomas Ravon,” Rawley commanded to the computer.

[Thomas Ravon is in the Deck Crew Lounge.]

Makes sense if he’s down there, Rawley figured. She was anxious to see Razor, take as much time as possible before the likely engagement with the Borg.

She had been in her quarters for under an hour, Nicander still on her mind. She knew full well she had left him a threat, but she didn’t care. She knew this time that he was the puppet master he was looking for, parasite or not. She remembered when she challenged Doctor Maya to a duel, and specified that it would have to be during Pon Farr when it happened; she knew Vulcans didn’t have emotional control during Pon Farr, and it also included violent urges, which suited Rawley fine, because she’d love to kick an angry Vulcan’s arse.

But then she found Maya’s mind was mucked with.

Of course, the most natural place for Rawley to go was her quarters. She had taken care of her personal agenda, but she still felt…unsatisfied. Empty. She still felt that when she kept going over in her head what to do if Nicander tried to scarper. She swore she’d keep an eye on him, and if he did scarper, she was going to live up to her promise: emptying her ordinance into his arse.

After a while, all thought of Nicander seemed to float away in the chasm of boredom. All thought of intercepting and taking him out oozed from her mind. And in its place, Ravon kept coming into her mind. Yes, that would fill the hole of dissatisfaction growing in her mind and heart. And the more she thought of Nicander, the more she felt the need to hit something. Which was why she inquired of the computer where Ravon is, because thinking of Ravon recently made her feel better..

She didn’t care if he was busy making flight plans or doing diagnostics on the fighters. All she needed was time with Ravon. And it seemed to energize her in her mood, elevating her from the clouds of misery wrought by the news of the Borg and Nicander. Cor, she never felt this good in a long time.

[ Lt. JG Evelyn Rawley | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]

What Rawley found in the lounge left her gobsmacked. What kind of party was this? She wasn’t surprised to see Ravon, but what did, more than the fact that it was a party for the Wolves…what left her gobsmacked was that Ravon was singing.

It then dawned on Rawley…it was a karaoke party. She never encountered one in years. She never experienced it fully, but she remembered the club she served as bouncer at, it held karaoke nights on occasion, so she knew what it was. And, blimey, Razor had quite a singing voice!

Once he was done, he began mingling with the pack. Rawley wasn’t interested in getting in line to sing; in fact, her thick Scottish accent would likely turn heads if it transpired she began singing, say, Adele or Lorde. All that mattered was Ravon.

“Bloody good singing voice yeh got,” she said with a smile once she reached him. “And a bloody good idea for this. I can see it’s good for morale, Razor. Shall we have a drink, or do you want to wait until I sing a number?”

[ LT Daniel Havenborn & PO Riley Patterson | Fighter Assault Bay, Deck 16 | USS Theurgy, Vector 2 ] [Joint-Post Havenborn and Nolan] ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan,  @Nolan, @Triage, @Triton, @Doc M., + Anyone else I missed.

Since his quarters were located on a Vector 1 Daniel had decided to hang out in the squadron mess hall, he had replicated a pillow as well as a change of clothes and had grabbed a couch to crash on.  As he had been lying on the couch making some adjustments to his holonovel plot technicians had come in bringing chairs and smaller tables, when he had asked one what was going on he said something about a karaoke bar which utterly confused Daniel but he shrugged his shoulders and went back to his PADD.  After a few minutes he realized that he wasn't getting anywhere and he needed some companionship, nothing intimate but someone to talk to.  Daniel tapped his combadge.

"Lieutenant Havenborn to Petty Officer Patterson."  Daniel said as he waited for a response.  "Lieutenant?" came the reply over the badge "How can I help you?" she asked."Would you like to get together for a little bit?"  He asked her "You're in luck, my shift just ended." Patterson giggled.  "I'm on standby right now if you'd care to meet me in the pilot's lounge."  Daniel said.  Currently there wasn't anyone in the room with him so they'd at least have some privacy to talk. "I can do that, I'll be there in ten."was the response of the nurse. "See you soon, Havenborn out."  Daniel said as he tapped his combadge again closing the communications channel.

It took Patterson a little while longer to get to the Fighter Assault Bay, after that she had to look around a bit to find the pilot lounge. In addition to that, she did get a bit distracted by the large fighters in the bay that she could see through the windows. She bit her lower lip as they looked most impressive from up close. Eventually she found the right door and chimed the entrance in case more people would be present. She didn't even have access to get into the mess hall. She did however get a notification about a karaoke bar or something. Presumably it wasn't that far from here...

When the doors opened she smiled when she saw Daniel "Lieutenant." she addressed him as she saluted with a bit of a teasing grin on her face. "You called for me?" she asked softly with a vibrant smile that could melt almost anyone's heart.

Daniel could hear what he assumed was the party on the other side of the deck, and while he was somewhat curious about it the urge to actually go and see it wasn't strong enough to pry him away, especially since he had a lovely companion coming soon and with no one in the lounge he wasn't about to give that up.  Soon enough the door chimed and Daniel replied.  "Enter."  Daniel smiled as Riley walked into the room and stood up to greet her and escort her to the couch, her own smile was enough to make him feel completely relaxed.  He walked over to her and motioned for her to sit down on the couch he had been crashing on.  "I'm glad you could make it, and while we're alone you can call me Daniel."  He stated, he had no problem with her using his name when they were alone even though he was technically on duty.  "Did you have a good shift?"
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She had nodded silently "My shift has been... Odd." she started as she sat down on the couch and crossed her legs "You know, with the whole Nicander surgery thing going on... We did have some patients from the Niger that needed care, but most of them are discharged now." she told him before she looked around in the room "What about you, isn't it straining to be on call like this?" she asked softly.

She could hear the music and party sounds as well and she moistened her lips a little "Would you like to go to the karaoke night? I think it was meant for you boys, but it got spread ship wide so..." she suggested "Or would you rather keep me here for something else?" she asked with a teasing tone.

Daniel sat down next to her and nodded as he listened to her speak about her day, he didn't really know what was going on with the whole Nicander thing as that was above his pay grade now.  When she asked about him being on call he shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose for some people it is but I'm mostly anxious.  The worst part of going into battle is the wait."  He said.  "I'll leave that up to you, I've never been to a karaoke night but I'm happy to just spend time with you." He said with a smile, he knew that there was a good chance that he wasn't going to make it back from this mission, this was the Borg after all.

"How about we go to the karaoke? We can always leave if it's nothing for us and we can go somewhere else." she suggested as she offered her hand to him. She looked around first before leaning in and waiting for him to meet her halfway for a kiss.

He took her hand and smiled.  "Sure."  He said as he met her halfway and returned her kiss.  After a moment he stood up and waited for her to do the same, once she had he escorted her to where the party was at, walking in they caught the tail end of Commander Ravon singing, Daniel wasn't really sure what he had been singing but it sounded kind of catchy.  He found a empty table and escorted Riley over to it sitting down and taking in the whole experience.

[ Tessa May Lance, callsign:  Goldeneye (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22)  | Holodeck 02 | Deck 08 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]

On the edge of an enchanted forest a tea party was taking place in a circle of giant colorful mushrooms.  Most of the mushrooms were just a little smaller than barstools.  The shorter mushrooms were arranged around a larger toadstool with a flattened cap that served as a table for a white and pink tea set.  Sitting on the mushrooms around the toadstool were various creatures that appeared to be large plush animals.  Indeed, they appeared more like the creations of the late Jim Henson from Earth’s 20th century than any lifeform that evolved in nature.  A large green blob of a stuffed animal that vaguely resembled a frog used its long “arms” to clumsily mimic drinking out of a teacup.  A brown teddy bear the size of ten year old was dressed in an archaic Starfleet uniform from the 2360s held his teacup with quiet dignity.  A white fluffy plush creature that resembled a unicorn with a gold mane stood in front of her teacup and looked at the only human there with expressive crystal blue eyes that were even bluer than the azure sky.  Other plush creatures were seated around the table, ranging in size from less than a meter tall to just over a meter and a half.

“Are you all right, Tessa?” the plush unicorn asked the only human at the table.   “You don’t seem yourself today.” Her voice sounded just like that of the 20th century celebrity Julie Andrews.

“It’s the job,” the teddy bear stated in a rich baritone.  “Even the most dedicated officer needs time to unwind.”

“Thanks guys,” Lieutenant (junior grade) Tessa May Lance, the only flesh and blood person present gasped in a shaky voice.  “You guys got me through some real hard times.”

The sound of a door chime was heard.

“Oh my gosh!” Tessa squeaked.  “Computer, stop program!”  If the rest of the squadron found out how she spent her time on the holodeck, she’d never live it down.

The forest, the sky, the field, the plush creatures, the tea set and the fungus furniture vanished to be replaced by a dark room defined a glowing grid that defined the dimensions of its boundaries.

“Ouch!” Tessa cried as she fell to the floor.  “That hurts!  Come in!”

An arch of metal appeared, framing a set of heavy doors that opened to reveal a tall handsome young man in a white colored uniform that marked him as a fighter pilot. “Tessa what are you doing hiding like this?” Ensign Christopher Slayton (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Christopher_Slayton,_callsign_%22Husker%22), callsign Husker, formerly part of USS Harbinger’s Dor'GhItlh Squardon asked in his husky masculine voice.  “What happened to the woman who was the first to welcome me as part of the pack?  As part of the Lone Wolves?  You’ve hardly gotten to know any of the new guys from the Orcus or the Resolve.  Come on, it’s not good for you or good for the pack for you to be isolating yourself like this.  Ravon’s holding a karaoke party in the fighter’s lounge.  Everybody’s welcome but the pack is supposed to be there.  Come on, Tali (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/images/c/cc/Terror.png) has agreed to sing a duet with you if you come.  T'Zantha (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/images/8/8f/Sniper.png) is going to be there too.  Come on, it’s not good for morale if the whole pack isn’t there.  Think about unit integrity.  Come on Tessa, for all intents and purposes, we’re a family.”

“I... I’m not ready to be part of some weird four person romantic relationship, Chris,” Tessa admitted as she stood up and rubbed her hindquarters.  “I know it’s normal for Andorians, but I’m not put together that way.” 

“It’s okay, Tessa.  There’s no obligation, I promise” he assured her.  “Some people are built ‘one man and one woman’ and that’s okay too.  Just rejoin the pack?  Please?  If you don’t want to be with Tali and T'Zantha and me, doesn’t that make it even more important to get to know your other packmates?  Come on, join the party.”

“You know that whole ‘Andorian family’ thing only works with two men and two women, right?”  Tessa pouted.  “You know that whole ‘Andorian family’ thing only works with two men and two women, right?  Not one guy and three girls?” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” Chris laughed self-consciously as he made an exaggerated shrug.

“Okay, I’ll come,” Tessa surrendered.  “But if I’m doing a duet with Tali, I get to pick the song, no matter how old, no matter how silly, no matter how obscure, go it?”

“Sure Tessa,” Chris nodded as they left the holodeck.

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[ Tessa May Lance, callsign:  Goldeneye (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22)  | Fighter Assault Bay| Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: Everyone who wants to give it a crack

"Feel free to line up your songs and the stage is yours! Enjoy the evening folks and relax," Thomas Ravon announced as he jumped off the assortment of tables that formed a makeshift stage and strode to the other end of the room where a collection of chairs and small tables held his audience.

“Okay, It’s our turn,” Tessa announced as she rose from her seat to pull on Lieutenant Talidenai zh'Idenna (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tactical_Conn_NPCs) out of her chair.  “Come on, you promised!”

“How did I let you talk me into this Chris?” the Andorian pilot groaned.

Soon both Tessa and Tali were standing on the makeshift stage as a sentimental tune started.

“I… was so naïve...” Tessa sang in a dulcet, but hauntingly regretful voice, “Not to know that looks can deceive…  The first time with you made my heat jump…   A good looking young man…  That’s how he looked to my eyes… but it lasted only a while…  In the middle of our kiss, I saw, his hairpiece come off…”

Tali was struggling with the tune.  Her verse was a different tempo.  And the words and references were meaningless to her on top of everything else.  She chanted an off key tune that was more fitting for a nursery rhyme than a song.  “You should have known better my friend…  No matter how good a rug may be-hee, a closer look should tell you, for shore, if it’s fake or not…”

“But it’s okay now…" Tessa sang in the same hauntingly mournful tone.  “I don’t mind it any more…"

“I let you deceive me ‘cause I’m… in love with you," (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mk3MSRlixDA&index=3&list=PL45E568E42ECAB996) the two women finished together.

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[ Lt. JG Alessia "Angel" Garcia (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Alessia_Garcia,_callsign_%22Angel%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] [size=10]Attn: @Auctor Lucan, @Nolan, @Havenborn, @Triage @Blue Zephyr & @Multificionado[/size]
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Alessia had a carefully-mapped out schedule for the time until her slated patrol was to take place. She wasted no time and prepared her fighter for action, reviewing her options in additional warheads and, as-needed, countermeasures and additional guns. Vinnie worked on a different time schedule than she did, so she went solo while her RIO took an hour off, before she’d have her shift. It was her fighter, but their responsibility, so it was best to unwind after a hard-earned hour of work, inspection and working carefully with the deckhands until everything handled on the Valravn before she could take a breather.

She passed along word to borrow the stencil and paint to give the fighter a new nickname. No such luck in this hour, but an ordnance noncom would pass word to the deck chief. Alessia wanted to socialize or find something to do as she waited her turn in the Holodeck, at least another hour or so of wait time. She'd exercise before taking a nap, so she had to fill her time finding something to do while she waited as her orders and load-out specs were queued. Later She'd later exercise in the holodeck before taking a nap, but until then, or if Vinnie pinged her, she had to fill her time finding something to do, outside of this temporarily-unnecessary hardsuit, for starters.

Once Alessia had her suit beamed out so she could among other things, relax in preparation until for her next slated  C.A.P. or combat sortie, whichever came first. After a quick sonic shower and a change in uniform, Alessia heard another squadron anthem she hadn't heard since her days on the Hornet. Compulsively, she found and borrowed an older-looking replicated upgrade to cordless microphones. Fortunately, technology had since improved from this model, and Alessia's trilling Spanish accent sung the chorus, chiming in at the lyric, "Heading into Twilight / Spreading out her wings / tonight".

https://youtu.be/QLUbodrA0NE?t=41

She threw her input to the playlist but skipped on having anything but an Horchata but disguised it in a mug with some added dye to make it look as if she was having a beer. Alessia wasn’t about to fall off the wagon, not before a mission. Not having anyone to chat with yet, Alessia waited and listened, making ambience as she settled on a spot at the end of the 'bar', grateful that a replimat was nearby to snack on low-carb chips and salsa.

As she was thinking on the events of her past in the Dominion War, she remembered when she'd gotten a Romulan delegate to sing 'My heart will go on'. It caused quite a stir, especially since the delegate spotted some of the Hornet CO's fondness for the drink Kathekta, which could've been mistaken for Romulan Ale during the joint-task force. That Romulan mistook the beverage for Kali Fal and agreed to the Human woman's dare. Last Alessia heard, that recording had millions of playback 'hits' on the Federation Information Network. Evidently, after the war, the song became a tribute to lost loved ones in the war. It was somewhat sentimental. But Alessia was already just buzzed and making time with her microphone switched off.

Unable to resist, Alessia pocketed her padd, donned a grin and the Latina arrived and pulled up a list of songs to consider as she waited. "Aces High", "Try Everything", "Magic Carpet Ride", were all classics. Too bad they didn't have any Gipsy Kings Music; that was best for dancing salsa or some such flamenco. More intimate of a venue for Alessia's taste anyway. No one else in all her years-save one- had ever matched her . Striker Squad's assorted "Manowar" collection. It was gonna be a long wait by the looks of things, so she awaited on a singing partner, not feeling one to steal the show if she could avoid it, despite reinforcing the Kenny Loggins classic.

It was Alessia's turn. She'd been recently fond of history and often joked about how Andorian-Human Contact should have been made April 5th, 2063. "This one goes out to the history jocks out there. And to my friend and missing wolf, Sehl."

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PO2 Sithick (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Sithick) |  Holodeck 02 | Deck 08 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy]  ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan @Nolan  @Havenborn @Triage @Blue Zephyr @Multificionado & @Triton
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Sithick was nervous about this. He had to give this a shot, but he had performance anxeity he always hated being the subject of attention of everyone in the room, and yet he had a love of musicals, and the chance to witness a group gathering like this was something that never happened on the black opal. So taking a break from his work, he had come down to the holodeck to try.

HE was chewing on his tongue for a moment sitting in the bar as Alessia sang, her song, thinking of the missing crew members, he wanted to go after Lahkesis. Perhaps he should dedicate his song to her?  should he even sing? his voice was often considered grating could he even hold a tune? he had sung in the shower before, and his voice had echoed through the small quarters of opal so much so that Jaya had forced him to stop. He was chewing on his answer for so long that he was unknowingly called up to the stage and he took a deep breath.

He looked through the options, going to the place he felt most comfortable, something he could go with power, something that was hopeful, and appropreate. Still as he approached the stage and picked his song making sure to clap for those that came before, he knew he was about to commit a violent murder.

Taking the microphone he disengaged his translator. "I apologize, for what I venture forsh to do. For I am about to slaughter a classic."

He took a deep breath. As the orchestra started out for him. He looked up for a moment his large muzzle tilting away from the camera. "My song goes to exploration, and all the stars of the universe."

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Though his voice couldn't hit the higher notes, he had a bellowing power and he tried his best to keep his voice free of his slithering accent, keeping himself to the english he had memorized, for all the times he had listened to these songs before. His deep bellowing voice working well with the operatic tone of the song.

[ Ens. Krystal "Meony" Tancredi (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Krystal_Tancredi,_callsign_%22Meony%22) | Fighter Assault Bay| Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan, @Nolan, @Masorin, @Havenborn, @Triton, @Blue Zephyr & @Multificionado
[Show/Hide]Admittedly, coming to a karaoke event with a splitting headache and the potential to bleed out from every orifice without warning was not the smartest idea that Meony ever had. She certainly didn't want to be grounded before she was airborne. But more than that, she didn't want to be alone in her quarters any more. She'd said all that needed saying in the event of her demise. But she was still alive right then, and she'd rather celebrate what life she had left in her. Dressed in a sleeveless white top, blue jacket, ancient styled but comfortable jeans, boots and her trademark hat, she settled down at the farthest corner of the lounge, with a secluded spot all to herself, she watched the event unfold.

When Thomas Ravon went up there, Meony dared to look up for a moment, exposing her red-rimmed eyes for people close enough to see, and her jaw dropped.

“Lord Almahteh,” she said, “Ah didn't know 'e could even smahl, nevamahnd laugh.”

But that was not the only surprise. He was a hell of a singer. Despite herself, she was able to forget her own troubles a moment, and smiled and clapped, applauding Thomas, then Tessa with Tali, doing a duet, followed by Alessia's incredible rendition of Magic Carpet Ride, to which she thought Leon and Jimmy would've appreciated, and then the massive dinosaur, who was the big surprise, to Meony. But he was...quite incredible, really. She'd heard renditions of the song, for certain, but Sithick brought a fresh new take of sorts on the tune. Then there was a pause of sorts...and against her better senses, the Texas-born redhead found herself rising from her seat, from the shadows hiding her, and walked, almost trancelike, looking purposefully at the stage, and even though she felt her stomach fluttering with a nervousness she hadn't felt since the day she escaped her family farm, she didn't slow down or stop.

She hadn't even planned to come here, now she was putting herself in the center of attention standing on stage.

Using her hat to her advantage, she kept her gaze on her feet, effectively hiding her face from view, she stepped back, taking the microphone with her, not certain she could even sing at this point, without her voice breaking, but it was a karaoke, right? Bad singing was synonymous with it at times. She wished that Jimmy was here with her, either to talk her out of doing something stupid like this, or to just be with her. She doubted anyone, even those on the Resolve, had ever heard her sing. It wasn't something she really showed off. She'd chosen a song by an classical singer from the twenty-first century, and she cleared her throat.

“This...this song is...” she spoke hesitantly, realizing her voice was a little raw and higher pitched than usual, “...it's for all of us. And those who love us.”

[Show/Hide]As the tune began, she raised her head a little, just enough that her audience could see her nose and lips, but she was careful never to lift her head high enough that her eyes might be visible. After that, she just lost herself in the music, singing with all her heart, and maintaining control on her octaves, because her throat was hurting, but she managed to match the tune and tone, having practiced in the privacy of her own quarters or the refresher for years on end. She wasn't going to be a concert star, but she at least didn't cause injury to people's eardrums or send them fleeing from the lounge. As the song ended, she quietly said “Thank you...for listening...”

She stepped down, still keeping her head down, and marched right back to her lonely corner, where she could be hidden from too many prying eyes.

[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Fighter Assault Bay| Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Multificionado @Auctor Lucan  @Triage  @Doc M.  @Havenborn  @Triton @Blue Zephyr

As he returned to his table, he nodded at Garcia as she had joined him mid chorus to sing along. He had encouraged her to do a solo, and she had gone to the playlist, yet he was unsure if she had chucked something in on it or not. In the meantime he took some hold of a glass of water, which was a pale drank compared to the rather alcoholic beverages he usually consumed. Than again game time could come at any moment, Thomas wanted to be on top of his game for when it did come by.

Rawley in the meantime seemed surprised to have heard him singing "Don't mention it... And don't expect me to sing more often either." he smirked as he downed the water before refilling it "Well, I'll get you a drink Evelyn... As long as you promise me you'll stand on that stage over there and do some singing yourself." he smirked as he sipped from the water once more "And thanks, but if you want to thank people, you'll have to thank everyone who helped in creating this place." he snickered as he looked around at his surroundings "A fucking fine job they did..."

In the meantime Tessa had dragged Talidenai zh'Idenna out of her seat and dragged her onto the stage as they sang along with a song Thoams didn't recognize. However, that was just the fun of it as he laughed at the Andorian's 'cheery' spirit about it all. Tessa at least seemed to be having fun which warmed the SCO's heart. The young woman was on the brink, possibly leaning more towards snapping entirely which would only trouble the squad chart further. Yet tonight, such thoughts were not on his mind as Thomas just enjoyed the company he found himself in.

Thomas his eyes caught on to Daniel as he walked in with a teal uniformed girl. It made the eyes of Ravon narrow as he followed them with his eyes. As they settled down whistled, loud enough for the two of them to notice "Oi! Daniel! Don't you keep that lovely company all to yourself! Join us, have a drink." Thomas shouted with a wide grin covering his lips. Riley had jumped into Daniel as she heard the whistle and blushed lightly at the words of the SCO. She looked at her pilot before she poked him in the side, whispering to him "I don't mind to sit with your pack. I won't leave your side though." she laughed softly, leaving the choice to Daniel entirely.
 
Alessia Garcia was next to claim the stage for her own. It was a surprisingly catchy song which had Thomas tapping his foot on the floor as he smiled at the Spanish influences and words slipping int of the lyrics as was tradition with Garcia. Thomas mentioned to the rest of the table that Garcia had quite the voice and once she was done he applauded her effort as he nudged her on the shoulder with a wide grin as all was fun and games tonight.

The room silenced a little as Sithick climbed the stage, the tables holding it barely, but seemingly were reinforced enough. With a gnawing anticipation Thomas waited to hear what the Gorn would sing. To his full fledged amazement he dug up a song older than old. It was impressive to say the least as he sang along, not hitting certain notes, yet the overall performance was bone chilling. He had only seen the Gorn when they were scrambling for launch against the Versant. He had been an impressive figure to say the least... As Sithick finished his song, the whole room exploded as the Gorn was applauded cheered on and quickly taken into the arms of cubs who seemingly lost it.

Krystal was the next person to set up post on stage, Thomas wondered what the feisty woman would sing as he prodded Rawley to get on there later tonight at least. He had already handed her a drink to her liking without alcohol and just in general had some small talk with the rest of the pilots or members of crew who had joined him at the table. After Tancredi's announcement for whom the song was dedicated, the room went ear deafening silent as the young pilot began singing in a crystal clear voice. The room exploded once more when she was done singing, yet the woman secluded herself from everyone as she sought the loneliness of a corner in the room. Again, Ravon called out to her, asking her to join them. He had been hard on her after the Niger incident, yet Thomas wasn't a man to hold things against someone. They had discussed the matter at length and there had been some yelling and figuratively speaking biting. Yet he admired her for her fire inside of her, which in most cases all pilots had. That burning flame that made them erupt into searing fires once out there in the cold fringes of space.

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"Well, I'll get you a drink Evelyn... As long as you promise me you'll stand on that stage over there and do some singing yourself." he smirked as he sipped from the water once more.

Rawley was gobsmacked. She really was expected to sing. And the fact that Razor called her by her first name was enough to see that this was serious. Well, fine, if that’s what it took to get some time with Razor, that was fine with her.

She got in line, listening to the varied songs that played. She smiled with amusement as each of the Wolves had their turn. Goldeneye seemed to be having the time of her life, and bringing the Andorian along to it…well, seemed like the antennaed bugger was uncomfortable up there. But Rawley was paying more attention to Goldeneye. Tessa was looking better, and Rawley could understand; Tessa was fragile, and with the Borg threat looming, she could use something like this. Beyond that, Rawley didn’t pay much attention, although Sithick the Gorn was enough to turn heads, but she paid more attention to Meony, mostly after the song.

She stepped down, still keeping her head down, and marched right back to her lonely corner, where she could be hidden from too many prying eyes.

Rawley wondered what was going on with the ginger cowgirl. She liked her, given Meony’s feistiness. The only difference between the two girls was Meony’s accent, height, age, color and amount of hair, and Rawley wasn’t sure how often she drank. Rawley figured she can hang with Meony later, after she and Razor had that drink.

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She couldn’t think of the song while in line, and in her rush to avoid looking awkward on stage, she picked the first song that came to mind and selected it. Cor, it brought up memories: she had thought of that song because it went through her head whenever she got in brawls back in Eton. Sod it, it lay beyond Eton; she had a reputation for brawls ever since she entered school.

Let’s get it over with, she thought, and sung.
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The speed of the song must’ve raised a few laughs. She felt she was making a fool of herself, trying to sing in a fast, upbeat pace in her thick Scottish accent.

When she was over, she made a beeline for Razor. Seeing him made her feel better, but she was still red in the face, partly from blushing, partly because there might be people ready to take the mickey out of her.

“Alright, Tom, yeh wanted me singing,” she said when she arrived, partly smiling with amusement, partly grimacing. “I sung me arse out. Now how about that drink?” She decided on using his first name, so as to show how serious she was. Made sense, he used her first name when he asked her to sing.

[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Fighter Assault Bay| Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Multificionado

Enjoying the guts and singing talents of the participants on this fine evening, Thomas felt curious however at how Evelyn was going to perform. He had never seen her as a musical talent, yet plenty of surprises had come out of the closet tonight. Tancredi for example had a singing voice that could be closely compared to that of an angel's voice. Thomas snorted at that thought, a foul mouthing angel at best though. He downed his colored drink and missed the taste of true alcohol in it. He ordered a new round before the figure of Rawley appeared on stage.

The Scottish song suited her and as she seemingly tried to sing it quick enough in order to get off the stage, it made Ravon laugh before he whistled at her as she was nearing the end. He was amused, happy to feel anything other than sadness or anger at this time. It felt like they weren't on a suicidal mission for a moment, that the odds weren't stacked against them the entire time. He could almost feel like they were on a peaceful mission in fuck knows where.

The song ended and Thomas clapped and cheered for his pilot as she made her way to him in a beeline, he could tell she didn't like being put in the center of attention and he smirked as her flushed face came into sight. "Aye, that you did Ev and that's what I promised ya." he answered her with a fake Scottish accent before he winked at her. He couldn't offer her real alcohol but the synthetic junk would do for now as he slid a bottle over to her.

"To your fabulous singing career!" he toasted as he laughed and bumped his shoulder into her "You weren't as bad as I thought you'd be. Maybe a transfer to the Starfleet choir is in order." he teased her as he took a sip from his red colored drink.

[ Lt. JG Evelyn Rawley | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan @Nolan @Triage @Triton @Doc M. @Havenborn
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Rawley blinked. Blimey. Nobody called her “Ev” in a long time. She didn’t care if Ravon used it in taking the mick out of her accent. She accepted the bottle he slid to her without hesitation.

"To your fabulous singing career!" he toasted as he laughed and bumped his shoulder into her. "You weren't as bad as I thought you'd be. Maybe a transfer to the Starfleet choir is in order." he teased her as he took a sip from his red colored drink.

She felt the bump on her shoulder, and that made her all the more ignore his tease about the Starfleet choir. She just merely shrugged. In a team, she was better as a crack pilot than a choir girl. She took a sip with him.

“Yeh weren’t so bad yerself, Tom,” she said. She then raised her bottle in a real toast.

“A toast. To Miles Renard, one of the best bloody squadron commanders Starfleet ever had. I think he'd be proud of yeh, Tom.”

She took another swig before looked back at him, smiling.

“Yeh did a good thing, setting this up. It’s a big help, with the shite we’re about t’face.

“Lick at Tessa; she’s a nervous wreck,” she added, rolling the “R” in “wreck.” “This must be lifting her spirits. It’s lifting the lads’ spirits.”

She was feeling something, something she hadn’t felt in a long time, something she hadn’t felt since Soo Young. Oracle. Ravon was past the influence he was under, was long past the incident that happened between them. And Rawley had forgiven him. She snogged men before, even old Sten…okay, snogged seemed like an understatement…but Rawley was so surprised that it occurred to her, that it took so long to occur to her. That she had feelings for Ravon. That he could fill in for Oracle. Her anger at Ravon before she found out about Maya had prevented those feelings from surfacing. Now that she had forgiven him…it felt right.

“I’d like to thank yeh, too, Tom,” she added, her raspy, thick Scottish accent sounding strange in the kind of gentle tone Liz Bennet would make around Mister Darcy. “It’s…it’s made me feel better, too.”

And she kissed him on the cheek. She didn’t want to aim for the lips yet. The lips were too soon. Too soon.

Tom Ravon was definitely going to be a great squadron commander to work with. Miles would definitely be proud of him. And so would Soo Young.

[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Fighter Assault Bay| Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Multificionado

"Aah, it was mediocre at best." he answered at Rawleys reply to his singing talents. She took in a swig of her drink in the meantime and he grinned before she toasted to Miles. It was a good idea to toast for him, yet it also tore open wounds. Miles was still considered MIA. Would he really be proud of the position he was filling in for him? Thomas already lost one pilot and half of them were abducted. It just brought a sigh out of Thomas.

Rawley managed to quickly congratulate him with the event he had pulled up. His eyes looking at Tessa as she seemed to be doing better with the distraction. It was quite true that she was a wreck. Perhaps not even space worthy in the eyes of some people. His eyes lingered on the stage as she dropped in a silence herself.  Thomas looked back at Rawley as she seemed sunken in thoughts.

Suddenly she spoke up to him, thanking him which made him frown. Her voice sounded different than he was used to and before he knew it the pilot had come closer and sneaked in a kiss on his cheek. He naturally brought his hand to her side before resting in on her back. He wasn't aware of the feelings she was harboring for him.

"Hey, don't mention it. It was the least I could do really." he answered her as he gave her a kiss back on her jawline. A lot of things had changed since that night. That night where he had done things to her supposedly. He pushed the thoughts away as he downed his drink. "Any more songs you'll sing tonight?" he asked her "Or different plans all together"

[ Lt. JG Alessia "Angel" Garcia (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Alessia_Garcia,_callsign_%22Angel%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 ]Attn:  @Nolan, @Havenborn, @Triage @Blue Zephyr & @Multificionado
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Angel soon enough finished her horchata and felt she got a good enough energy buzz out of the sweet drink, but finished it all too soon after needing to prepare her voice for another song. ... but which, she wondered which. Battle hymns from the Hornet Squadron riffs from the Kusanagi, Earth classics from the Hiroshima... oooh. Someone shared her taste in music. Someone from the other ships must have uploaded it. But in her time aboard, she didn't yet sate her curiosity about her new peers apart from the old Orcus crew. So she only skimmed past up loader J. Mariner's name when she spotted the song. Had she looked closer, she might have identified one of her old wartime shipmates.

Alessia almost wanted to laugh when she spotted the SCO and Lt Rawley fawning over eachother, but let them have their fun and privacy. Still, she thought to herself with a smile, 'Geez, Pelona, take your guerito and get a room.' <Take your blondie somewhere private>. She didn't fault him, though. Ravon almost reminded her of someone else she had fallen in love with what must have been almost a lifetime ago. But this was a place to party and unwind, not one of those Andorian Mating dens Sehl often spoke of and invited her to in the holodecks, but Alessia wasn't interested in participating, only watching and raising an eyebrow. Still, she might have joined Tali for a session if ever invited, but her Sister-wolf was similarly enamored with Captain Slayton's brother and was already up to something with T'zantha. Alessia felt they were occupied enough and thus didn't go looking for them.

Several moments passed, and Alessia found time to visit the time to visit the lockers and change into a midriff-revealing off hours leather jacket and after two more rounds of nonalcoholic drinks, though, Alessia felt it was getting too quiet and figured the party needed just an octave of pilot-worthy tunes. Even though a Gorn singing Les Miserables was... quite the memory and hard act to follow.

Alessia conjured up the song in question. She felt she dressed for the occasion, and while the song traditionally called for banners of nation-states, Andorian clans or Klingon houses, she left her Spanish flag back in her quarters But under her jacket was an old USS Orcus t-shirt. "This song once brought Humans, Andorians and Klingons to the same table after a contentious war conference." she announced. It was definately a Hornet classic that even the Andorian Captain Zaarin once called, 'a good choice.' The drums and cymbals seemed to match the latina's steps as she rose up to the makeshift stage, and did the crew a favor by skipping past the choral overture. Originally a song by a band of viking metal practitioners, Alessia's voice gave more of a Valkyrie spin on the song. Her wavy black hair was let loose just a beat before she put the microphone to her mouth.

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[ Tessa May Lance, callsign:  Goldeneye (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22)  | Fighter Assault Bay| Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan, @Havenborn, @Multificionado, @Nolan, @Triage, @Triton, & anyone else who wants to share a bonding experience with the pilots.

”Gosh Angel, that was dark!” Tessa protested when Alessia had finished.   The last thing she needed was to hear a wartime song.  Or maybe it was the first thing she needed.  Tessa couldn’t help but feel shame that she had lost that ‘death or glory spirit’ that typified so many fighter pilots.
 
“Don’t worry Goldeneye, I’ve got a really stupid song I’d like to share,” Wolf-09’s rear intercept officer, Ensign Tallanyreen sh'Kandros smiled as she stepped past the timid pilot to strut up to the stage.  As all of the pilots who had formerly served aboard the Orcus knew, Talla had received the callsign of ‘Aria’ by making up drinking songs or parodying the popular songs of the day.  “Hey everyone, feel free to join in the chorus!” she called out before a sprightly folksy banjo tune could be heard.  As Tessa pondered her courage and her relationship with the pilots and RIOs from the Orcus, the Andorian broke out into what was almost a patter song:

“When we pulled into Argo Port in need of R&R,
The crew set out investigating every joint and bar.
We had high expectations of their hospitality,
But found too late it wasn't geared for spacers such as we.”

Tessa didn’t listen to the chorus.  She was already familiar with it. It was an old drinking song whose lyrics changed depending on what ship you were serving on.  The singer would poke fun at his, hir, or her shipmates pointing out their foibles demonstrating how destructive and self-destructive they could be on shore leave.  The song usually started with the command officers and the department head but was often changed to represent one department, squadron, or team.

“The Captain's job is simple, but hir gender is complex.
The Skpper can change hir features, height ‘n wieght 'n sex.
So if you’re looking for a stud-to take into your bed,
You best take care because in the morn, -you’ll get a woman instead.”

Tessa was surprised.  Talla and her shipmates had only been aboard the Theurgy for three days and yet already she was familiar enough with the officers and crew to make fun of them.  It really hit home just how much they had assimilated to life aboard the fugitive dreadnought and how much Tessa had been keeping her distance from the rest of the pack, both old and new.  Christopher was right.  Tessa had to start trusting the newcomers and get to know them, no matter how painful it might be when they fell in battle.  This was the life they chose, and Tessa should respect it and be part of the pack.

If she respected herself that is, and right now she didn’t.  It was humbling.  The pilots from the Orcus had switched sides in mid-battle, just on Christopher’s say so.  Tessa didn’t think she’d have the courage for that.  They had more ‘Death or Glory’ spirit than she’d ever have.  What was their secret?  It was time to find out.

”Hey Alessia,” Tessa said shyly as Talla went into the chorus again.  ”How do you do it?  How do you keep your ‘Death or Glory’ spirit even though we’re on the run from Starfleet and heading into a fight with the Borg?”

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[ Lt. JG Alessia "Angel" Garcia (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Alessia_Garcia,_callsign_%22Angel%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 ]Attn:  @Nolan, @Havenborn, @Triage @Blue Zephyr & @Multificionado
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Taking a bow, Alessia completed her song which had been the closest she'd been to a rock concert in over a year; albeit the singer, not the screaming fangirl. Not since the art was gaining more attention from deviants, rebels and renegades from across the Federation members. Such concerts were also a way to invite Klingons and repulse Ferengi, who were famously sensitive to music and loud noises whilst attempting to make a profit; whereas Klingon women proved their reputation for being great fun at parties. More than she cared to admit, during her more... wild cadet years, she'd borrowed some of their reckless habits, but that decade had long since passed.

Satisfied with her peformance and with her wavy black hair disheveled from moshing out, she returned to the bar, smiling as pleased with her performance as she could be, grinning from ear to ear as she tucked in her undershirt, crossing eyes with Goldeneye's RIO, taking a seat next to Lance herself and leaning against the bar, getting herself a flavored sporting drink, Croc-Ade, downing it to calm her throat, getting a second to supplement her response to Lance.

"It's easy, Mija<pronounced mee-hah: 'Kiddo.'> I just know where I'll be once this parasite crisis is over, and we all get big damn medals and promotions." She opened her second bottle and conversationally relaxed as she matched poses with Tessa. "So... I dedicate whatever prayer, mantra, katra, pagh, karma, etcetera wish towards getting there, and that future gives me strength." almost melodically citing her outlook, Alessia shrugged, leaning in so that she could be heard over the peculiar song her RIO chose. "And that's getting my own family, my own ship and captaincy. Then spending my last decades exploring deep space, founding and protecting new colonies for the Federation. Maybe even earn Admiralty status." Alessia kept her tone to Lance's earshot, but was just slightly interested in her facial appearance. She'd read the after action reports, at least skimmed the broad details about the expedition into the Klingon Moon. Alessia wished she could have gone herself. A fight, a battle, real gravity... and also horrors there that could've rattled the cage of maybe even her. Maybe. In actuality, Alessia wanted to lend some of her strength if her new acquaintance was willing to befriend her; they'd have to ultimately, no squad thrived on contentious rivalry or doubt in their peers.

Acting as 'tough' as ever, but wearing a happy smirk, Alessia spoke up so as to spread the pleasantry to earshot. "Can't get to that future without a good flight suit attitude." Alessia also didn't mention how initially jittery she was when she first graduated. Her first action was against the Cardassian-Dominion shipyards of Toros III. The ensuing months of battle, however steadily forged Alessia's self-confidence into what she was today. Like Alessia, Tessa was a newcomer on this strange new ship, presently aboard because of gut instincts her wingmates had about Starfleet uncharacteristically killing its own people. Unlike them, however, she didn't join for any one person.

Only her intuition. Still, Tessa knew Captain Slayton's little brother. "If you don't mind my asking, Goldeneye, what's the story with the younger Slayton and my squadmates? There some kind of sh'lereth going on? I know Tali's into some stuff, but a pink-skin?" She almost wanted to cackle knowingly, but stopped short to hear Lance out as her RIO's song concluded, passing the moment with some applause. Alessia seemed more interested in superficial gossip but in actuality was curious to learn about Captain Slayton's brother, as she tended to be close to her wingmates. They were here because of him, after all. "His brother was my skipper until last week. I just hope he's... a good man, is all." the regard she exchanged with Tessa was as sincere as she was, despite the previous repartee.

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(OOC: Had a plan for Singing 'Faith of the Heart' but let's let a few more songs have their day. Also, in the JJ movies, there was a bit of advertising, so I didn't stoop to promoting Gatorade. Teehee.)

[ Tessa May Lance, callsign:  Goldeneye (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22)  | Fighter Assault Bay| Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan, @Havenborn, @Multificionado, @Nolan, @Triage, @Triton, & anyone else who wants to share a bonding experience with the pilots.

Alessa’s response was so unexpected that Tessa covered her mouth with her hand to hide some nervous titters.

"It's easy, Mija I just know where I'll be once this parasite crisis is over, and we all get big damn medals and promotions. So... I dedicate whatever prayer, mantra, katra, pagh, karma, etcetera wish towards getting there, and that future gives me strength.  And that's getting my own family, my own ship and captaincy. Then spending my last decades exploring deep space, founding and protecting new colonies for the Federation. Maybe even earn Admiralty status."

Tessa stared back at Alessa completely speechless, her topaz yellow eyes wide with bewilderment.  How could she be so optimistic when Starfleet wanted them dead or alive, preferably dead?  If they somehow solved this crisis, the best they could hope for would be honorable discharges; no one would serve with them after all of the rules they had broken.  And yet somehow Alessia had convinced herself that deserting the Orcus hadn’t permanently derailed her dreams.  ”Wow, that’s amazing that you’ve managed to keep such a positive attitude!  To still think that we have a future… Of course you’ve only been aboard for about three days…”

Alessia cut her off.  "Can't get to that future without a good flight suit attitude."

”Oh uh, yeah, right…”  Of course they couldn’t.  Reality and reason told them they didn’t have a chance.  If they were going to continue this fight the only way to keep going was to totally ignore the odds and remain hopelessly optimistic.  To be realistic about their situation would be both insane and idiotic.

Alessia changed the subject. "If you don't mind my asking, Goldeneye, what's the story with the younger Slayton and my squadmates? There some kind of sh'lereth going on? I know Tali's into some stuff, but a pink-skin?"

”Yeah, I don’t really understand the Andorian family structure myself,” Tessa admitted with a girlish blush.  ”I understand that Christopher, Tali, and T'Zantha were all um… they all knew each other intimately when they served together aboard the Harbinger.   As for Chris, well, Chris is a great guy; he sacrificed everything to save us, but he’s uh… got a thing for um…” Tessa’s blush became more noticeable as she struggled to find some discrete way to describe Christopher Slayton’s preferred method of lovemaking.  ”Well uh… let’s just say that it’s hard to feel like his one and only when he prefers two or more partners at a time,” she stammered.  ”What about him?”

"His brother was my skipper until last week. I just hope he's... a good man, is all," Alessia sighed.

”Oh don’t you worry!  He is,” Tessa assured her.  ”So Marcus Slayton was your commanding officer, huh?  He was my first officer when I served aboard the James Kirk four years ago.  That was my first assignment after completing my cadet cruise.  I only spend a year aboard the Kirk, of course.  It’s not like I got to know Mister Slayton personally.” 

[ Lt. JG Alessia "Angel" Garcia (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Alessia_Garcia,_callsign_%22Angel%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] [size=10]Attn: @Auctor Lucan, @Nolan, @Havenborn, @Triage @Blue Zephyr & @Multificionado[/size]
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"Yeah, I don't really understand the Andorian family structure myself," Tessa admitted with a girlish blush.  "I understand that Christopher, Tali, and T'Zantha were all um... they all knew each other intimately when they served together aboard the Harbinger.  As for Chris, well, Chris is a great guy; he sacrificed everything to save us, but he's uh... got a thing for um..." Tessa's blush became more noticeable as she struggled to find some discrete way to describe Christopher Slayton's preferred method of lovemaking.  "Well uh... let's just say that it's hard to feel like his one and only when he prefers two or more partners at a time," she stammered.  "What about him?"

"Hard-ass, but a good one. Ran a tight ship but he-- they come from Asgard. Their family founded the Colony there. He lost people in the war and seemed to have a specter on his shoulder. Like Ben Sisko before he was promoted." Alessia paused for a drink then resumed. "He was one of the early generation of carrier captains, namely like USS Ranger (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=USS_Ranger). They still wore those nonsensical uniforms back in the day." She joked. "But only I among his pilots had served on refit Galaxy-classes as he did at the time, so we mainly talked about that in private hours Good Captain, though. He took on Tali and T'zantha under our wing after that business with the Harbinger."

"Oh. And Marcus referred to Theurgy the way one might regard a ship named after one of the Genetic War tyrants. Ironic he couldn't see the truth." Alessia almost wished more from the Orcus saw reason during the battle. Starbase 84 was the one battle she wished she could forget. She didn't sign up to hunt humans or their Federation 'sibling' species. She'd rather arrest so-called traitors than to deny them a trial. Too bad. Slayton could have been a formidable ally; she almost admired the man but a headstrong and stubborn one through and through. She hoped she could rekindle the brotherhood with Husker.

Alessia realized she'd been forced to talk into Tessa's ear to hear her. "I never met Chris until I was posted here. Lemme tell you now, though, Try an Andorian equivalent to a night club if you were curious about what Tali and T'zantha were into. Something for everyone, blue-skin or otherwise; The Trill and Risians have something similar." Alessia didn't cite her involvement, granted that she'd only done the photonic variants of the former, while only mentioning her involvement as a curious observer on her first time at one of those, clearly joking with Tessa, given Angel's reaction to Goldeneye's incessant blushing. "C'mon, Mija, I'm just kiddin'. The Trill and Risans prefer getting sweaty and wet by surfing." Alessia laughed a tomboyish chuckle for a moment, before adding, "Andorians though. Party like Klingons would, but without the head-bashing." Alessia was clearly enjoying herself.

[ Tessa May Lance, callsign:  Goldeneye (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22)  | Fighter Assault Bay| Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan, @Havenborn, @Multificionado, @Nolan, @Triage, @Triton, & anyone else who wants to share a bonding experience with the pilots.

"Oh. And Marcus referred to Theurgy the way one might regard a ship named after one of the Genetic War tyrants. Ironic he couldn't see the truth."

”Yeah, but I can’t say I blame him,” Tessa sighed.  The truth was too awful to face head on.  ”So how do you know Chris?” she asked, momentarily forgetting that Alessia didn’t really know Chris and wanted to know just who her two squad mates from the Orcus were getting involved with.

"I never met Chris until I was posted here," Alessia reminded her.  "Lemme tell you now, though, Try an Andorian equivalent to a night club if you were curious about what Tali and T'zantha were into. Something for everyone, blue-skin or otherwise; The Trill and Risians have something similar."

”Golly!  I had no idea!  Denobulans maybe but I had no idea that the Trill were so um… social,” Tessa chirped.  ”As for the Risans… Well I kind of suspected…”

"C'mon, Mija, I'm just kiddin'. The Trill and Risans prefer getting sweaty and wet by surfing. "

Tessa squirmed uncomfortably as Alessia chuckled at her naivety. 

 "Andorians though. Party like Klingons would, but without the head-bashing."

It took a moment for Alessia’s implication to register.  ”They do?” she gasped before looking up at the makeshift stage where T’Zantha was giving a rendition of ‘All Time High’.  ”Holy smokes, do they?” she croaked.  Tali was the leader of their little surrogate family.  What kind of weird stuff did she have Chris and T’Zantha into?  Clearing her throat, she attempted to put on a calm casual demeanor.  ”So um… What can you tell me about Tali?  Maybe it’s because she outranks me but she seems a little… bossy.”

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[ Lt. JG Alessia "Angel" Garcia (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Alessia_Garcia,_callsign_%22Angel%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] [size=10]Attn: @Auctor Lucan, @Nolan, @Havenborn, @Triage @Blue Zephyr & @Multificionado[/size]
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Alessia laughed in earnest as Tali took the stage and sung something from the Luna Base's holodeck inventory. "Oh come on, you can do better!" she jeered on her friend and squadmate's choice in song; Both grew fond of that series' songs and certain novels. Angel scoffed at invites to the holonovel versions. She hardly considered herself up to playing a femme fatale, so she stuck to reading the stories; easy to catch an unsuspecting date off-guard.

Still, Tali carried a pleasant tune that had Alessia clapping in support in exchange for a blue one-fingered salute at her friend and friendly rival who maintained her composure and energetic performance. Some knew or alleged they were somewhat close but nether confirmed that. "Their idea of clubbing involves nude co-ed wrestling and ice-cold temperatures. Great drinks though, just wear layers, something for everybody. And anybody." On that note, Alessia got herself an Andorian-blue Tulaberry flavored CrocAde energy drink. Gradually, her tongue turned blue; which was probably distracting and ironic, given the topic.

Between beats, Tali smiled at her though. Alessia lip-synched along and found the moment to continue, as if the attitude continued. "Oh. Right, well... ...she's that way from being my roommate. Her or T'zantha, but Tali's ususally more fun company. Martial arts, potty-mouth, interesting maneuvers and a taste for interesting holodeck programs. Reminds me of another former crewmate, Tarsi, those two were two of a kind." Although she meant it in a friendly manner, it was a good moment to reminisce in earnest about her past.

Angel let the ambiguity of the claim stand up for itself, further privately enjoying reading Lance's reactions. Still, she pitied the poor girl to an extent and had to set the record straight. "So. Any interesting roommates yourself?" I just might hit up a holodeck before the final countdown. "I had this one good guy back in the war, kinda reminds me of you for some reason; I saw his ship blow up at 84, but you strike me as a good nature who could use a bit of confidence. Probably pick up some tough traits from a good pairing. Got any takers?" She wouldn't want to run into any friendly fire with a squadmate when it came to looking for exercise.

[ Tessa May Lance, callsign:  Goldeneye (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22)  | Fighter Assault Bay| Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan, @Havenborn, @Multificionado, @Nolan, @Triage, @Triton, & anyone else who wants to share a bonding experience with the pilots.

”So um… What can you tell me about Tali?  Maybe it’s because she outranks me but she seems a little… bossy.”

"Oh. Right, well... ...she's that way from being my roommate. Her or T'zantha, but Tali's usually more fun company. Martial arts, potty-mouth, interesting maneuvers and a taste for interesting holodeck programs. Reminds me of another former crewmate, Tarsi, those two were two of a kind."

”Um, yeah I noticed.” Tessa commented, wondering why she let their relationship with Chris get to her.  Were they really any stranger, wilder, or more unsettling or obnoxious than Rawley or Rini?  No.  But Tessa had emotionally staked a claim on Christopher Slayton and couldn’t accept that he was already involved with two women at the same time.  Before Tessa could become too introspective Alessia asked her a question.   

"So. Any interesting roommates yourself?  I just might hit up a holodeck before the final countdown.  I had this one good guy back in the war, kinda reminds me of you for some reason; I saw his ship blow up at 84, but you strike me as a good nature who could use a bit of confidence. Probably pick up some tough traits from a good pairing. Got any takers?"

That Tessa was so easily identified as the wimp of the packs struck her like a physical blow.  She held her composure with remarkable calm, merely blinking sadly and stammering slightly as valiantly fought back the tears.

”Hm?  Oh no, thanks to all the um… vacancies, we’ve pretty much each got a cabin to ourselves,” Tessa mumbled uncomfortably as she recalled all of the casualties the squadron had taken.  ”Oh.  That’s not what you meant was it?  No, I’m kind of on my own right now.  You can have Chris.  Everybody else has.  Tom seems nice though; I need to find out if he’s still unattached.  Oops, never mind.  Rawley is making her move.  Are you seeing anybody right now?”

Tessa wasn’t about to get in the way of Evelyn’s romance.  When Ghost was passionate about something, she usually expressed it with a frightening intensity.  In Tessa’s opinion, a happy Evelyn Rawley meant a happy Lone Wolves Squadron.  Tessa had never been on Rawley’s bad side and she wasn’t about to.  Besides, out of the entire squadron Evelyn Rawley had the most sexual conquests.  Only the late Miles Renard could compete with her.  Assuming he didn’t become a casualty Thomas Ravon would be available sooner or later if Tessa hadn’t found someone else to cling to by then.

[ Lt. JG Evelyn Rawley | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan @Nolan @Triage @Triton @Havenborn @Doc M.
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"Any more songs you'll sing tonight?" he asked her, "Or different plans all together?”

“Maybe. Yeh may be expecting to hear some ugly Scottish belching if I do sing again,” said Rawley sheepishly to Ravon.

She took another swig of drink and looked around. She could see Goldeneye having a heart-to-heart with one of the new lasses…Angel, was it? No, that’s the callsign. She saw some Andorians having a few rounds, one of them clearly taking the mickey out of Captain Ives. She seriously hoped it was a joke and not an insult.

“Yeh know what, maybe I’ll bring around another number,” she said.

She returned to the stage and let out her ugly Scottish belching once again, this time to a tune she knew, even if it did make Irish references.

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Once Rawley was finished, she went to the replicator and fetched a stogie. She missed those cigars. True, her voice became husky after years of smoking on cigars, but, hey, she was grateful for the breakthroughs of modern medicine. As husky as her voice was, lung cancer would always be cured.

“Perhaps we can move somewhere more private like, aye?” Rawley proposed once she got back to Ravon. “It’ll undoubtedly be a long night, unless yeh want me to sing some more.”

Much as it was good to be around Ravon, it would’ve been a lot better if they had a moment to themselves. After all, the only time she was around Ravon was during missions and there were other pilots around. She rarely had a private moment with Ravon.

Cheekily, she brought the stogie to her mouth with a smile and winked.

[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Fighter Assault Bay| Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Multificionado 

Ravon couldn't help but grin as Rawley mentioned she'd simply bring more dirty Scottish belching "Surprise me." he taunted her as he took another sip of his drink and looked with a playful look on his face.

He clapped along with the song and laughed as he saw her sing and toy around with the crowd. He hadn't seen this side of Rawley before and it made him wonder about. He kept clapping until the song was done, he watched her make her way to the replicator as she got her one of her cigars and he smirked as he emptied his drink.

He watched her return to him and he chewed on his lip as she suggested if they could move away to a more private place. He eyed her as he licked his lips slowly. He chuckled and looked around in the lounge, most of the pilots seemed to be busy and looked like they were enjoying themselves. "Sure, any preference lieutenant?" he asked her as he offered her his arm.

As they moved out of the crew lounge he guided her through the corridor to the hangar bay itself. The ships all neatly parked away and besides the occasional clanging of equipment being moved around, the area seemed more quiet than the musky music filled lounge "My office or quarters or somewhere entirely else?" he asked her softly as he felt a feeling gnawing onto the back of his mind.

[ Lt. JG Evelyn Rawley | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan
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Rawley’s smile widened as she accepted his arm. They went arm in arm to the hangar. Rawley could only feel a sense of joy in her. The ships, the bay, it all looked so grand. Like sentinels ready for battle. It felt so quiet, except for the music that went on in the lounge. It was almost romantic.

"My office or quarters or somewhere entirely else?" he asked her softly.

“How about yer quarters, Tom?” asked Rawley, in an equally soft tone. “An office is not as romantic. And…pardon if I soond too feminine, but I think the sight of the nebula through the windows looks…beautiful.”

Rawley could feel the tension. And she was inwardly surprised at her own feminine side. Feminine as in expressing beauty.

The tension came from momentarily in that things could get awkward, if she thought she knew where it was going to go. The last time they were alone together so intimately…well, technically it was no snog. Ravon wasn’t himself then, and it has taken some time for Rawley to come to forgive him. And Maya.

[ Lt. JG Alessia "Angel" Garcia (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Alessia_Garcia,_callsign_%22Angel%22) | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] [size=10]Attn: @Auctor Lucan, @Nolan, @Havenborn, @Triage @Blue Zephyr & @Multificionado[/size]
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She didn't mean necessarily to insult Tessa, and Alessia at once realized her mistake. Evidently her competitive roughneck attitude was construed as thuggish or some less-flattering reflection of her inner nature. She wasn't one to brag or boast of her party-girl days, as they were the foundations for her to improve upon. Well, that and a classified but documented accident where she had a nightmare that she met her mirror self who warned her the error of her ways at the time. That, or she was having a terrible nightmare, but she felt she knew what she saw. A warning of who to be and who to avoid becoming. Her current nature was the lesser of two evils, or at least options. It was also probably why she slept with Dragon recently.

"Hey, hey, easy now." Was her response, putting an arm around Tessa, as if reassuring a younger sister, even though she was the one without, for-lack-of-a-better term, a roommate. Thinking aloud, Alessia seemed distracted on Tali as she mentioned how Vinnie was cute and looked good when they shared showered in co-ed locker rooms, but she was highly selective when it came to men for company, and admittedly, it was probably the proximity to emotional vulnerability that kept Alessia's conscience from inviting Fury to try a repeat of the first time they tried to dance bachata together. Despite looking good in a Spanish Tuxedo, the sight of Alessia in thigh-high boots and a revealing two-piece silver dress* was too much for Dragon's RIO-- or -- he hadn't expected Angel to wrap her leg around him to keep him interested in her 'culture'.

Vinnie... went running out of the holodeck. He left Alessia dancing the same dance with a photonic version of her favorite dancing partner at the time. It was only that evening where she took her satisfaction from a holo-photonic version of the real deal. With Striker. "... so, sure he's got a good body and can stand his ground in a cockpit or in the gym, he still remains just a friend. Maybe Chris--I mean Vinnie!-- is eye-candy sometimes, but you keep that to yourself. I haven't really been looking at the menu since the Dominion War. A good match is hard to find, right?" Alessia realized she'd narrated the entire story between her and her current RIO to Goldeneye while reminiscing of her happy times. Alessia still had that dress in her personal belongings. "I mean I'm not picky, but I draw the line at photonics. ... Most of the time." She chuckled, as if joking further. Privately though, she knew that T'zantha was keenly familiar with creative applications of Vulcan Neuro-pressure and wasn't feeling the need for that much 'euphoric stimulation'.

Alessia realized she'd unintentionally wound up having her hand on Tessa's back like a buddy but shifted her posture as if it was't a Freudian slip. "You can have Chris, but I thiiiink.... he's gonna be busy tonight. Want me to 'arrange' a meeting with you and Fury-- I mean Vinnie? Or,..."[/color] Alessia's eyed glanced at the microphone when Tali finished 'All-Time High'. It was more an invite for a moment of toughening up rather than an invite of any kind, and to break both awkward (but direct) moments, "Look, She's done. Up for a duet?" 

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[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Fighter Assault Bay -> Thomas Ravon's Quarters | Deck 16 -> Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Multificionado

"Romantic?" thomas repeated after her as he cracked a laugh "You're right, that sounds far more feminine than I'm used of you Evelyn." he admitted as he turned and made his way to the turbolifts. He wasn't sure where this was going to lead to, yet he hadn't been with anyone since his return. His mind was still in turmoil however as he placed his arm over Rawley's shoulder and pulled her close "Bunch of old muts we are... Almost the last remaining wolves from the original pack." he murmured to her as he hailed the lift.

Once the turbo arrived he stepped inside with Evelyn and gave the designated deck to go to. Thomas looked Rawley over from head to toe in the elevator as he was trying to figure out why she wanted him to be alone with her. The last time that had happened, things had spiraled out of control with them ending up at each other's throat. The images flashed in front of Thomas' eyes and he rested against the wall of the lift as he looked at Rawley silently.

With a chime the elevator arrived on deck 10, Thomas stepped out as he left Rawley to follow him. He walked down the corridors and up to his room before he entered the code to open the doors. The pilot had received an upgrade room wise as he had become department head. The walls and interior however had been barely changed as he hadn't had the time or the feeling that he should redecorate. He probably would later in time if things settled down a little. If they settled down at all at least.

[ Lt. JG Evelyn Rawley | Fighter Assault Bay -> Thomas Ravon's Quarters | Deck 16 -> Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Nolan
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He placed his arm over Rawley's shoulder and pulled her close "Bunch of old mutts we are... Almost the last remaining wolves from the original pack." he murmured to her as he hailed the lift.

“Aye, that we are,” said Rawley with nostalgia. “Jes us, Goldeneye and Husker. So few of us left. Still, there’s quite the bugger load of good ‘uns. Meony…” she smiled with a chuckle about Meony. “Ginger cowgirl…she’s almost like me. Almost. Then Havenborn. Stern as he is, I don’t deny he’s a good pilot. Angel…I think I heard of her. HT-997, I think. Blimey. Three Hundred Spartans all over again with her.”

Soon they made their way to Ravon’s quarters. Rawley gasped in admiration at the sight. It looked wonderful. All she was a little studio flat. At least the view of the Azure Nebula made up for it. While the view of sky blue nebulae got tiresome after a while, it was beautiful, and the view never got tiresome in a romantic rendezvous.

Rawley settled into the best couch taking in the view and inhaled her stoogie a little more.

She still hasn’t forgotten what had happened the last time they were alone together, but back then, Ravon didn’t know what he was doing. He was unaware of it. She later discovered it was Maya behind it, but Maya wasn’t behind it either.

Rawley pushed it out of her mind. Now was not the time to dwell on the past. Ravon was better, she had forgiven him. Both have lost loved ones, and perhaps it was time.

She clasped her stoogie in a toothy grin again, extended her arm along the top of the couch and made a “come here” gesture at Ravon, winking cheekily as she did so. She was feeling a positive moment, and she was going to make sure it would last as long as possible before the plunge.

[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Thomas Ravon's Quarters |  Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Multificionado

The room lights didn't jump on in the room as the whole room took a glowy blue vibe because of the nebula. It even provided enough light to see what was where so Ravon didn't even bother to turn on the lights further. Seeing where Rawley went wasn't hard as the stogie gave off a rather unique light whenever she inhaled it. He remained by the entrance of his quarters as she took place in the couch and admired the lights.

He swallowed and looked around in the room as he still had flashes of what happened run in front of his eyes. The treatment Maya gave him, offered him a full recollection of what happened. He could understand why Rawley had been upset with him. Yet it laid in the past and it was best to not dwell upon matters like these. He sighed softly as Evelyn motioned him over and he made his way to her as he sat down next to her, turned halfly towards her as he looked out the viewports.

He grabbed the stoogie out from between her teeth as he grinned and gave a tug on it himself. He occasionally would have a cigar, yet it was becoming a rather rare occasion "Hmm, this is a good one." he murmured to Rawley as he could taste her on the end of it and he handed it back to her.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Fighter Assault Bay, Deck 16 | USS Theurgy, Vector 2 ] Attn:  @Nolan, @Multificionado, @Doc M., @Triage, @Triton

The Gorn singing ancient Earth opera was probably the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.  However as he heard Ravon call over to him he couldn’t help but smirk at his comment.  Daniel looked to Riley and stood up.  “I’ll be back in a moment.”  Daniel said as he walked over to Ravon.  “Commander I will gladly share a drink with you after the mission.  Right now I’d just like to spend some time watching the entertainment with my date.”  Daniel said politely as he returned to his seat next to Riley.

He listened and smiled at Riley, taking her hand in his.  “I’m fine with you right here.”  Daniel said.  Preparing for combat missions could be stressful and for him it always helped to spend it with someone he cared for, however that wasn’t always an option so if he didn’t have someone to spend that time with he’d spend it in quiet reflection.

As Lieutenant Rawley began to sing a song that Daniel was unfamiliar with he slipped his hand underneath the table when he was sure no one was looking and placed it into Riley’s lap as he scooted closer.  With his other hand he turned her head to face him and kissed her lips as his other hand slipped between her thighs inching towards her womanhood.  He broke the kiss and smiled at her.  “Besides if we were closer to other people I wouldn’t be able to do this.”  He said with a smirk.

[ Lt. JG Evelyn Rawley | Thomas Ravon's Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Nolan
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“Aye, innit?” said Rawley with a smile as Ravon took her stoogie and smoked on it. She had only brought one, but she didn’t mind if he took it. She wondered when it was the last time he had actually smoked a stoogie.

She accepted it back from him and took a breath in. My, she could actually taste him as well as the flavor of the stoogie.

She leaned back against him, coyly raising a shoulder as she did so. She laid her head back and laid it on his shoulder.

“Lovely, aye?” she said so softly when she withdrew the stoogie. “It’s nice to make as much time as possible. May as well make the most of the fresh air in the deep breath before the plunge.”

She was still surprised at how soft her voice became, notwithstanding her husky rasp. It must be her feminine side, something she rarely unleashed as of late. She had always pushed it aside; embracing her feminine side too much, and she would’ve been reduced to a pansy, getting too lost on some Jane Austen fantasy.

But it’s moments like this when she appreciated her feminine side. It did bring comfort to her in the deep breath before the plunge. That is to say, it helped sooth her on the eve of potential battle.

She turned her head to Ravon’s cheek and kissed it again.

[ Tessa May Lance, callsign:  Goldeneye (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22)  | Fighter Assault Bay| Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan, @Havenborn, @Multificionado, @Nolan, @Triage, @Triton, & anyone else who wants to share a bonding experience with the pilots.]

"I mean I'm not picky, but I draw the line at photonics. ... Most of the time." 

“Yeah,” Tessa guiltily tittered.  “Geting intimate with imaginary characters on the holodeck?  Who does that?” she asked with a nervous smile as her greenish-golden eyes darted left and right.  Secretly, she made a mental note to use ‘running sexual programs on the holodeck’ as a fake ‘dark secret’.  She’d never live it down if the rest of the pack knew about the childish programs she really ran there.  “You really can’t have a real relationship with a holodeck character but I real partner…”  Her nervous but sunny demeanor suddenly became uncharacteristically bitter.  “… like Chris…” 

"You can have Chris, but I thiiiink.... he's gonna be busy tonight. Want me to 'arrange' a meeting with you and Fury-- I mean Vinnie? Or,... " 

“Erm, um, well…” Tessa stammered as she shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

"Look, She's done. Up for a duet?" 

“Oh my gosh, yes!” Tessa chirped as she punched the air.

[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Thomas Ravon's Quarters |  Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Multificionado 

His eyes gazed over the nebula as he felt Rawley adjust against him. She seemed to nestle herself against his frame as her head came to rest against his shoulder and her voice sounded ever so softly. She could feel his chest rise and fall at every breath he took as she was draped against him and his hand slowly came to rest on her abdomen. He chuckled lightly at her words as she turned her head and he felt her soft lips against his cheek.

He slowly looked down at her as he brushed his chin over Rawley's head. The simply sign of affection was a thing Ravon hadn't felt in a while. Not since his time with Skye... He slowly used his other hand that wasn't on her abdomen to take the stogie away from Rawley, placing it on the table's edge as he kept his eyes on Evelyn.

She could probably hear his heart rate increase as he slowly pressed his lips on the top of her head. He looked back up to the nebula as his hand idly drew circles against her toned stomach "Crazy times ahead of us and behind us Ev... Madness really." he whispered against her as he simply enjoyed the closeness of her.

[ Riley Patterson | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Havenborn

Riley watched the various performances with a smile as she saw Daniel being addressed by his pack leader. The pilot left her for a bit and Riley wondered what they said to one another before the handsome pilot returned to her. She almost melted at his words as he took her hand and she chuckled as she kissed his cheek "My my lieutenant... I might almost feel special..." she teased him lightly as she bumped playfully against him.

As another wolf began to sing and Riley was trying to make out which song it was until Daniel scooted closer and his warm hand rested on her leg. Riley had been wearing the skirted uniform today and as her face was turned to meet Daniel's, she gladly accepted the kiss. A smile grew while they kissed as his hand crept up her legs towards her thighs. The woman adjusted in her seat slightly as she slightly parted her legs a little for him as she got rather turned on about the bold move in public.

She laughed softly at his words after they broke the kiss and she looked in his eyes as she leaned against his side "Is that so... I'd dare you to do so on stage..." she teased him as her hand slowly moved over his hips to go straight for his groin. Her fingers feeling him up and resting against him as she ran her hand up and down. Unlike Daniel, Riley didn't care if anyone spotted her doing so or not. They were all adults after all...

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Fighter Assault Bay, Deck 16 | USS Theurgy, Vector 2 ] Attn:  @Nolan, @Multificionado, @Doc M., @Triage, @Triton

“That’s because you’re special to me and I want to make sure that you always feel special as well.”  He said with a smile as she parted her legs open slightly for him.  He slowly ran his fingers up and down her womanhood.  He was off duty and thus had no qualms about doing this with her.  Had he been on duty however the thought of doing this would never have crossed his mind.  Hearing her dare made him press his fingers against her womanhood with some more force.  “I don’t know any of the songs.”  He said.  “Besides why would you want to get up and stop this?”  He said as he slipped a pair of fingers past her panties and inside of her.

At the same time he began to kiss her lips then moved up her jaw to her ear and lightly moaning into her ear as he thrust his hips against her hand, pressing his ever hardening shaft against his uniform pants.  Truth be told was that he had only sang a handful of times, while his people had a military orchestra and choir he was not musically gifted and the only actual singing he had ever done was when he sang the Neo-ECON Anthem.

[ Lt. JG Evelyn Rawley | Thomas Ravon's Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Nolan
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Rawley was smiling so much, even when Ravon took the stoogie from her with his free hand and set it aside nearby. She smiled much wider when she felt his kiss. Felt a finger on her stomach.

"Crazy times ahead of us and behind us Ev... Madness really." he whispered against her as he simply enjoyed the closeness of her.

“Madness is an understatement, Tom,” answered Rawley softly. “Bonkers, it is. We have each other and the bloody pack. We’re certainly howling for fun.”

And with her free hand, now that it was free of the stoogie, she wrapped it around Ravon in an embrace and leaned in. Close. Very close. She kissed him again, but this time made for the lips. Seemed like a good time as any.

It seemed to last an eternity. She never felt that excellent in a long time. It was an exhilarating feeling. She felt like she was floating, like she was on a cloud instead of a couch.

She broke off and breathed sharply. And she smiled, grinned immensely.

“Tom Ravon, I think I love yeh,” she said, softly and breathing. “I…okay, I definitely do. We definitely could use that, we lost our loved mates. And I’ve long forgiven yeh. I’m feeling…aye, I really love yeh.”

And she dove back into the lips again.

[ Riley Patterson | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Havenborn 

She chuckled lightly at his words, feeling somewhat humble and truly special as he said those words. Her eyes slowly drifted shut as his fingers reached her hotness. The only thing blocking him from truly touching her was her pair of panties. She let out a soft moan which couldn't be heard by anyone else but Daniel as the singing continued. She edged herself closer against his fingers as she clearly wanted more.

He told her he didn't know how to sing and he brought up the point that he'd have to stop if she had to get up to get on stage. She wanted to reply "Well, we ca-ah!" her words interrupted as the pilot snaked his fingers under her underwear and slowly inserted them into her. She pressed her eyes tightly as she clenched her jaws together, her hand grabbing his shoulder tightly as her other hand pushed harder against his hardening member.

She could feel his arousal and as he had moaned softly in her ear she smiled seductively as she reached her hand into his pants. She did so as subtly as possible as she wrapped her hand around his length with his boxers still between her fingers and his girth.

[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Thomas Ravon's Quarters |  Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Multificionado

Thomas could feel Rawley slowly reach around him for an embrace. He hadn't replied to her words yet as she leaned in the first time and pressed her lips against his. His hand fully came to rest on her stomach as he kissed her back and his eyes slowly drifted shut. Slowly it broke off and he opened his eyes again as Rawley spoke up once more.

His heart froze instantly as she spoke to him about love, he frowned a little as he sucked in some much needed air. She loved him? he was finding it hard to believe due to all that had happened between them. he shifted against her, seemingly sitting up more straight now as she said it again. He bit his lower lip as she dove back for his lips.

He kissed her back, yet broke the kiss rather swiftly as he cupped her cheek and smiled faintly "Evelyn.." he whispered. He sought for the words as he looked into her eyes "We've been through a lot... A whole fucking lot." he whispered to her as he shook his head "Yet, I... I can't bear to lose someone again in this pack. Not someone that I'd commit myself to." he paused for a second as he let it sink in "I was in love with Skye. I think she felt the same... Yet losing her, not being able to... Not being able to take my goodbye from her... It nearly broke me." he confessed to her, Rawley being the first wolf to hear about these emotions that he had cropped up for so long "It's not that I don't want to love you, it's more of a fact that I can't. Not with the people like you, people who are out there. risking their lives fight after fight. People who are gone instantly when shit goes sideways..." he whispered as he held closely on to her.

[ Lt. JG Evelyn Rawley | Thomas Ravon's Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Nolan
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Rawley blinked, almost feeling tears in her eyes; she never realized Ravon felt like that. She should’ve known…

“Oh…I think I understand.” She remembered when Skye was killed, and the fact that it was done by another pilot who didn’t know what he was doing. However bad it seemed, it was worse for Ravon.

“Well, if yeh don’t want to go onto such an intimate level, I understand. Yeh don’t want such a deep relationship when any of us could die at any time when we’re in the cockpit of a Valkyrie.

If that’s the case, once things settle down more calmly…we can increase our intimacy. We can till have each other. As comrades if not lovers. Aye?”

It made a little more sense now that she calmed down. She nearly let her passion go, nearly let loose inside an animal in heat, with a primal mating instinct. Now that she realized how Ravon felt…maybe he still hurts from losing Skye Carver.

“I definitely understand. I lost a loved one, too,” she said, thinking of Oracle. “I know how yeh feel. But if it hurts you so much…I feel so sorry for yeh.”

[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Thomas Ravon's Quarters |  Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Multificionado 

On the spot Thomas could feel the painful sting he had caused in Rawley as her eyes turned slightly watery. He swallowed as his grip against her slowly tightened and he pulled her closer for a hug. She said she understood and he nodded slowly as he ran his hand over her abdomen. Was he an idiot to let this chance slip up? To give up on someone who truly seemed to care for him?

She spoke of camaraderie and he smirked a little as he ran his nose over her scalp, his warm exhales being sent against her skin. He had to pick his words carefully now as she continued to speak of losing loved ones herself. He guessed it would be Oracle as the two of them seemed close. He turned Rawley around so she'd be facing him, his eyes gazing in hers as he brought his hands over to her face, cupping her cheeks as he sighed softly and pressed his lips together.

"It's not that I don't want you Ev... God, you're amazing... I'm just not ready for a relationship, not yet anyway." he spoke softly as he kept looking in her eyes to see if she got the message he intended to bring over "If anything, I'd be a complete deranged nut to give up on a chance to get this close to you." he smirked lightly as he still felt drawn to her, as he always had been in the past. He leaned in slowly as he kissed her full on the lips, at first lightly, yet soon enough, she'd find her pack leader teasingly biting down on her lower lip as he pulled her closer against him.

[ Lt. JG Evelyn Rawley | Thomas Ravon's Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Nolan
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From Ravon’s look, and his words, Rawley got the message. She smiled at his soft words.

"If anything, I'd be a complete deranged nut to give up on a chance to get this close to you." he smirked lightly.

And then he kissed her. Brought her closer in. And…did she feel his lips go to the lower lip?

Once she got her mouth open, free to breathe, she replied, “Oh, aye. It’s good you feel this way. In fact, I’d be a stark raving looney to give up on a chance like this, too. Let’s make the most of this moment, aye? Before the storm? We may never have a moment like this again.”

She winked again and kissed, deciding to lose herself in his embrace, let things go where he decides. Her passion she was sure to manage.

If he still hurts after all this time…after Skye’s death, after what happened since their chase…she hoped she can make him feel better. That love of any sort she can give him will make him feel loads better.

She intended to make the most of this moment, before whatever hostile engagement they go through. If they were going to die, then she hoped to make sure that the next few hours before it happened would be memorable to both of them, potentially a happy last memory.

[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Thomas Ravon's Quarters |  Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Multificionado  

As Rawley seemed to understand what Thomas was trying to say, a sense of relief washed over him as she still answered his kisses and didn't walk out on him as he would've expected her to do. Pride could be an odd and cruel thing when broken. Yet Rawley seemed to stand above this all as she simply took what she could get in the moment. Thomas felt up her soft skin as he traced his fingers under her clothing slowly, teasing the woman ever so slightly.

In the light of the nebula, the two of them continued to kiss and feel one another up. The stogie that was left on the table burning itself up entirely as the two pilots just found comfort and closeness with one another. The room still covered in an eerie vibe as this wasn't just an average situation. The history between them had lead up to this moment.

Eventually the two of them slowly began to strip of some excess clothing. Once they were both in their undergarments, Thomas took Rawley by the hand as he lead her back to his sleeping accommodations. On bare feet the two padded over to the private quarters of the SCO.

[ Lt. JG Evelyn Rawley | Thomas Ravon's Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Nolan
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Rawley could feel Ravon’s lips against hers, felt his hands along her body, and she didn’t care a bit. It was an excellent moment to have with each other. And the light and the view from the nebula, however eerie it looked, nonetheless made it all the more romantic.

She was, of course, careful to keep her passion in check. It wasn’t time yet to unleash such passion. For now, it was to be a night to enjoy. And a night to remember, even if it would be the last memory to go through each other’s minds if and when death came for them.

Their uniforms removed, Rawley had gone down to a tank top and panties, and Ravon was baring muscles in his skids. Seeing those muscles made Rawley realize she could show a little more, and so she removed her undershirt and tossed it on the couch before she took his hand. She couldn’t take his eyes off him even as she was led to his sleeping accommodations. She was taken in by how…hot he was, muscles and all. And without the uniforms to cumber them, it would be quite a comfortable night. Even more so with a top befitting a Risian beach goer or an Orion slave girl that the Orions would shy away from.

She kept up his embrace and brought him down like a tree on the bed, to keep up the night of fucking and to be quite comfortable as the night progressed. She hoped it would make him better if he still hurt after all this time.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Fighter Assault Bay, Deck 16 | USS Theurgy, Vector 2 ] Attn:  @Nolan, @Multificionado, @Doc M., @Triage, @Triton

Daniel smiled as she clenched her jaws together and grabbed his shoulder as she continued to tug on his shaft harder.  He was glad of their current position; because while it was obvious that the two of them were sitting close and Daniel was kissing her, the table thankfully hid what he was doing to her underneath.  “We can what?  You didn’t finish your sentence Petty Officer.”  He whispered into her ear as he continued to probe her womanhood, slipping his two fingers deeper inside of her.

After their romantic experience in the holodeck he had an idea of what aroused her and he was more than willing to see what else did, this certainly was proving itself be something else that aroused her.  He’d definitely have to take this into account for future encounters when he was off duty of course.  Although if he were to break that rule he could see himself breaking it for Riley; although it’d likely depend on the situation.

As he continued to push both of his fingers deeper into her, he began to wonder at how far she’d actually let him go before she suggested that they go somewhere more private.  Although his goal was to get her to orgasm right here and now first, so he decided that a bit more kissing along her jawline leading back towards her lips was necessary and once his lips arrived at hers he slipped his tongue into her mouth forgetting about the world around him and focusing only on her.

[ Lt. JG Alessia "Angel" Garcia (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Alessia_Garcia,_callsign_%22Angel%22) & Tessa May Lance, callsign:  Goldeneye (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22)  | Fighter Assault Bay| Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] A Joint post by  @Triton & @Doc M..  Attn: @Havenborn, @Triage, & anyone else who wants to share a bonding experience with the pilots.]

As Daniel and Riley shared a tender moment, Alessia and Tessa got up on stage to sing a song that was almost guaranteed to break the romantic mood, having an idea or two of her own. Unless of course, the avid rock and roll/metal music aficionado could fill two needs with one stone, given the liberal attitude of the Tac CONN crew. Part of her blushed and the rest of her scoffed at what she noticed her squad leader was up to.

Alessia smirked broadly as she ran her fingers through her hair, asking for her tune to come up next. The Iron Maidens. The Hornet's Striker Squadron was particularly fond of this hymn. Attributed to the Battle of Britain in the Second World War, a holodeck program based off this landmark battle became a widely-used combat simulator. As this song roared into the pilots' headsets at the discretion of squad leaders. For fun, Alessia herself often enough went parachuting at the end of her turn piloting a hurricane or a spitfire.

"Come on, Tessa.", Alessia grabbed her friend by the hand and pulled her up to their stage, and began shouting the lyrics along, letting her hair down after Winston Churchill's famous fighting words.

Tessa squeaked and staggered after Alessia as she was pulled onto the stage.

The Karaoke program displayed a newsreel of RAF and Eagle Squadron pilots racing into combat. Habitually, Alessia recited Prime Minister's words spoken in their darkest hour, largely into Tessa's ear, but so that she could hear the words and let the pale girl take them to heart.


Alessia let go of her hand and let her hair loose, showing how wavy it naturally was when she freed it. Then she broke out moshing, motivated at the progress of Lieutenant Havenborn setting the example for the conduct this evening. Tessa needed some motivation, and this was a good way to cut loose. The song's overture broke out to the sight of RAF fighters spurring into action and racing into the skies. Dogfights against the Luftwaffe ensued. Bounding and thrashing like a rock star of old, Alessia sang with the thrill of being on a roller-coaster.



Tessa didn't really know the song and it went way too fast for her, but she made a feeble attempt to sing along with Alessia regardless. 

Alessia's black-and-gray uniform rolled up to her sleeves as she took a microphone and began to dance with enthusiasm, putting her long-legs into a solo flamenco dance, thrusting her hips and breasts up and out in rhythm, for lack of another word of the beat of the song.

When Tessa realized that she couldn’t keep up with the words of the song, she did her best to keep up with Alessia’s dancing.  Soon the two of them were doing the flamenco dance, thrusting and strutting to the cheers and catcalls of their squad mates. Alessia herself unshyly took Tessa by the hip and grinded against her squadmate, mic in hand as she wore a 'bring-it!' face, daring Goldeneye to keep up.

Tessa kept dancing in place as Aleissa paused to resume the shouting:


Alessia unzipped her outfit and was moshing around even further, steadily rolling out of her black outfit, getting some distance from Tessa at the moment to draw even more catcalls from the audience. She grinned impishly and waved.

Tessa unzipped her outfit as well and was moshing to the left and behind Alessia and to her credict was doing an impressive job of mirroring her. 


'WHOO!" Alessia hooted, concluding a war-faced jam of the song's patented chorus, letting the microphone's echo mirror the original song.

'WHOO!" Tessa hooted as she attempted to copy Alessia’s stance.


Alessia pointed mockingly as if calling out incoming fighters and marking their bearing as the karaoke's music video continued a recreation of a heated dogfight between British and German fighters.


Alessia tucked her microphone into her breasts, now only held up by a white tank-top, revealing her toned abdomen that complimented her curvy, Spanish features. She made fists and threw a barrage forward before catching Tessa's hand and using both hands to properly 'guide' Tessa into a fine-formed hug that now showed signs of improvised tango as they crossed the stage to the lyrics.  Confident in her own strength, Alessia unexpectedly dipped Tessa before pulling her up for the penultimate verse.  To those who had only met her recently, Tessa was a surprising graceful dancer, getting into character and following Alessia’s lead as they put on their impromptu performance.  All of those years Tessa had spent cheerleading and ballroom dancing were really paying off.  Only her fellow long runners knew that Tessa’s characteristic clumsiness had started after the Theurgy was forced to flee Federation space.  To those who had known her since last year, it was a morale boost to see Tessa letting go.   Alessia secured her microphone in her hand and raised it as if it was a trophy when she finished, now covered in a sheen of perspiration and nearly going hoarse.


Taking a bow when it was over, Alessia unrolled the outer layer of her uniform and slid it up from her waist to fit into it again, but didn't immediately zip up, as she glanced at over at the Tessa, her mischievous brown eyes scanning the taller pilot from head to toe, smiling approvingly and having a good encouraging grip on her shoulder. "Not bad! Next time someone doubts you, don'tchu give em a chance, ey?"

'Thanks, Ooh!" Tessa flinched as she gave a comical little leap in surprise.

As if to tease or test her, Alessia had given her partner a mischievous light spank for getting just frisky enough during their moves earlier, having a sneering glint in her eye.

[ Riley Patterson | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Havenborn 

How the pilot had positioned him perfectly to leave her at his mercy. Riley couldn't help but gasp softly as her breathing hitched several times at the probing and movements of the fighter pilot. A low moan was unleashed in his ear as he informed her that he hadn't hear the end of her sentence. Riley had drifted her eyes shut in the meantime as her hips slowly moved along the movements of his hand.

"Fuck..." she exclaimed before a grin appeared on her face, leaving it in the dark whether or not she intended that particular choice of words or if it was just an actual exclamation of what he was doing to her. The fabric blocking her from her goal was starting to annoy her and she looked down at his uniform before Daniel kissed her jawline and after that conquered her lips and mouth as he probed deeper into her. A louder moan stifled as they kissed and Riley eagerly tongued him back.

She did however take use of the distraction to slip her hand into Daniel's pants. Her hand reaching down to grab his arousal by the base and starting to stroke it with her hand. The wrist of the nurse pressed against his tip as she pumped him quickly and almost desperately as she wanted him to feel just as good as she was feeling.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Fighter Assault Bay, Deck 16 | USS Theurgy, Vector 2 ] Attn:  @Nolan

Daniel moaned lightly in her mouth as she pumped his shaft harder, he thankfully could keep from coming as long as he needed thanks to the fact that he was enhanced and also in peak physical condition, by focusing solely on her and her pleasure he was able to keep his urge to orgasm in check.

Her reaction to his question did have him pleased though, as far as he was concerned it meant that she was too far gone with pleasure to respond to him properly which was completely fine with him, he was completely focused on her pleasure and getting her to reach her climax as soon as possible.  He broke from his kiss to respond to her.  “As you wish.”  He said as he fully penetrated her with both of his fingers.  He then latched his lips back onto hers and slipped his tongue back into her mouth then once both fingers were buried inside of her he began to rub her inner walls, trying to find her g-spot so that he could bring her to her orgasm as fast as possible.

He wanted to get her off here and now so that he could possibly take her someplace a bit more private to have some more fun.  The party was after all winding down and it’d be only a matter of time before someone said it was over and Daniel wanted him and Riley out of the room before that happened.

[ Riley Patterson | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Havenborn 

Regardless of what she did Riley discovered that the pilot remained very much so in control as he simply drove his actions further and further with her. Feeling his fingers fully move inside of her made her breath hitch and her eyes flutter as she couldn't help but hide the blush that covered her cheeks. Her own movements slowing down as the haze of pleasure clouded her mind. Her chance to breathe whisked away when the pilot latched his lips onto hers and french kissed her, she tried to kiss him back as good as she could yet her silenced moans were pretty much all that filled his mouth.

The way his fingers moved against her walls made electric jolts spring through her body as she closed her legs and almost clenched her thighs together to keep him just there. Unlike Daniel, Patterson did not have the enhancements to keep herself in check. She had just fought herself through a rather busy day and her body welcomed the pleasure, yet she was running low on energy all together.

Her grip around his shaft tightened and her free hand grasped onto his uniform as a soft cry was unleashed in his mouth. Her legs trembling slightly as Daniel would feel a rather copious amount of wetness covering his hand as some of it even began to trickle down Riley's legs. Her inner walls convulsed against his fingers as the pilot had achieved his goal at getting her to climax. She broke away from the kiss as she panted for air and mewled in delight as his fingers were still inside of her.

"F-F-Fuck..." she whimpered as she pulled her hand out of his pants and steadied herself at the table, the risk of just passing out very real. Her voice was shaky and her body still trembled as she whispered "Bring me to bed... P-Please..." She looked up at him as her eyes fought to not roll away. She was wrecked after that orgasm and it would only take mere seconds before she just collapsed against Daniel's frame.

[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Thomas Ravon's Quarters |  Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]
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The ominous blue glow of the neubla had a special effect on Rawley as she decided to even the playing field clothing wise with the half naked man before her. Thomas' eyes following her every move as she removed her tank top herself, revealing her subtle breasts to him as she flung the item towards the couch.

Ravon swallowed as his mouth went dry slightly. His eyes following the curves of the fine lieutenant as she stood before him and slowly came closer. Each step causing the breasts to bounce lightly by the steps she took towards him. How this situation had been so much different from the time in her quarters. He had caught up with Rawley after all about what had happened and as their fingers laced together they moved towards the bed.

Rawley eventually pushed him onto his bed and Ravon crawled backwards as he grinned at her. Seeing the strong independent woman before him as she joined him, he smiled faintly as she came close to snog. His arms and hands quickly found their way over her skin, pulling her closer and eventually placing her on his lap as she'd undoubtedly feel the present arousal from the man. Her scarce attire surely having caused some reaction with him as he kissed her lips and neck, hands roaming over her back slowly before they cupped her rear.

[Lieutenant JG Evelyn Rawley, callsign “Ghost” | Thomas Ravon's Quarters |  Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan
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Rawley let in an intake of air and smiled as she began feeling Ravon’s lips trail down her neck. He felt his hands rubbing along her back and to her arse. She realized she still had something over her arse.

She turned him around as she turned onto the bed, and once she was looking up at him from the mattress, she got her panties off. She still had the thong on, but she cared not in the least. She tossed the panties aside and kept on kissing, her hands trailing his muscles.

It was turning into a cloud. She was floating. What did it matter if it was the eve of battle? It was…bloody lovely. She was definitely going to make the most of it, and if she was going to die at the hands of the Borg, she’s better off dying than assimilated, and if that was the case, she was going to remember this night. The feeling of Tom’s lips, how his muscles felt against her soft flesh, the soothing warmth…a night of passion, comfort and love.

She was going to keep her passion in check, but she was sure she ignited something in Ravon. She’ll see where things progress goes.

[ Lt Cmdr Thomas Ravon | Thomas Ravon's Quarters |  Deck 10 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ]
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As if the two were in a sparring match, Rawley switched position with Ravon as the pilot found himself on top now. He looked down at Evelyn as she looked up at him, her body wiggling as she got her short shorts down and revealed the thong she was wearing "I doubt that's standard issue lieutenant." he whispered playfully as he positioned himself over her.

He felt her hands run over his muscles and body as she seemed to yearn for his closeness. He complied as he lowered his body against hers. His skin connecting with hers on several points, their lips connected once more as Thomas his arms ran up along Evelyn's and eventually raked up against her neck and scalp. His chest brushed over her breasts, grazing over her nipples as their legs sought for stability. Finally Thomas' hips came to rest against hers, his present erection pressed against her thighs. His boxers and her thong being the only pieces of fabric that separated true skin to skin contact.

Thomas broke away from the kiss as he looked in Rawley's eyes, gazing into them with the blue glow around them. He bit his tongue softly as his breathing quickened slightly. Was he going too far here?

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Rawley could feel Ravon’s mass against hers, and she cared not in the least. She loved being sandwiched between the man and the bed, practically a lovely little cloud.

Eventually, he broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes, and she gazed back at them. She smiled back at him.

“Dinnae worry, Tom,” she said. “We’re not that far enough along. We have our limits with our passion, aye?”

She let her hands grasp his chin playfully as her smile widened.

“Let’s make it the best night together we can make it,” she said. “Make it something lovely to remember it by.”

She wrapped her legs around his hips. Her hands stroked along his sides, continuing to feel his muscles.

“The past is behind us, Tom,” she said. “All is forgiven. It’s a beautiful night. Much as it’ll be good to see stars again, literally, it’s a wonderful place. Nothing more…romantic.”

She kissed him again. She hoped it will be okay for him. And she knew the limits of her passion. She’ll be careful with it as the night goes on.

It kept up long together, and they let out a great deal of sweat, and Rawley enjoyed every moment of it. The sex went on for what seemed like ages. She kept it up, enjoying it, dazed by it. Dazed indeed, it seemed like she was fucking so much, it sapped her energy. By the time she broke the kiss, Tom was out, undoubtedly asleep, and Rawley was feeling equally sleepy. She turned to the side, sighing, sweating like she was in a steam room. She whipped the blanket aside, warm as she was. She breathed, smiling, rolling her shoulders in a romantic fashion. She sighed like the bed itself massaged her. Her eyes shut, she she succumbed to sleep and let the night pass before it came time to fly.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Fighter Assault Bay, Deck 16 | USS Theurgy, Vector 2 ] Attn:  @Nolan

Daniel smiled as she had her orgasm and then whimpered and leaned against him.  He couldn’t help but be very proud of himself after what he had done with her.  However upon hearing her desire to go to bed Daniel quickly began looking around the room as he removed his hand from her womanhood and readjusted her panties.  It seemed that all the attention was on a crewman attempting to sing a song but not doing a too good a job, he decided to use that distraction to his advantage and slowly but surely helped Riley to her feet and escorted her out of the room hoping that if anyone did see them leave they’d assume that Daniel was helping her out because she couldn’t walk from drinking too much.

As soon as they were out of the room he lifted Riley up and carried her in his arms as this was easier and faster for him.  She had after stated the urgency to her needing a bed right at this moment.  It didn’t take him long to get her to a turbolift and suddenly he remembered that his quarters were on another Vector entirely.  “Computer, take us to Petty Officer Riley Patterson’s quarters.”  He said as the computer acknowledged and the turbolift began to move.  He could see that she was fighting to stay awake and he wasn’t sure if she had heard what he said to the computer.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Petty Officer Riley Patterson’s Shared Quarters, Deck 15 | USS Theurgy, Vector 2 ]

A moment later the turbolift stopped and the doors opened as the computer lit up a section of wall panel indicating that he should follow it so he did.  It didn’t take him long to find her quarters and as the door sensors detected Riley they slid open, Daniel wasted no time in going to the door to the right as he entered he saw the bed and wasted no time in laying Riley down on it.  “A bed just as you asked.”  He said with a smile as he sat next to her.  His hands began to slowly trace their way up her legs towards her skirt as he prepared to finish what he had started with her just a few minutes ago.

[ PO Riley Patterson | Fighter Assault Bay -> Patterson's Shared Quarters | Deck 16 -> Deck 15 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Havenborn

She stumbled off her seat and leaned heavily against him as he guided her out of the deck crew lounge. Her breathing was shallow as she fought to stay awake and find the strength to move on. It seemed like the climax delivered by the good lieutenant had drained the girl from any energy she had left in her after the long day at Sickbay. She was even more grateful when the pilot simply lifted her off the ground and carried her in his arms to the lift. She smiled and kissed his cheek before she nuzzled her face into his neck.

The whole trip to her quarters turned into something of a haze as she didn't exactly recalled how she got to them, feeling the lift move and Daniel guiding her to her quarters. It did make her wonder how he knew where she was, unaware of the help the ship computer was giving him. When the doors opened to her shared quarters she wondered if her roommate would be in or not. They didn't have the chance to check what their schedules were.

As Daniel guided her into her personal quarters, she let out an exhale as he placed her down on the bed and she curled up a little against the sheets. "Thanks..." she purred before she tried to opened her eyes. She felt like she as far more tired then she had anticipated, the long shift at Sickbay having drained her along with the fun time at the crew deck. It was a challenge for sure as she finally had them flutter open. She felt his hands run back over her legs as she rolled onto her bed, her eyes blissfully closing once more. By the time Daniel's hands were underneath the fabric of her skirt however, the nurse was tipped over into a light sleepy slumber. Her legs did slowly relax and parted slightly as her breathing steadied and became deeper in a matter of seconds.

The poor girl had slowly drifted asleep as the delivered pleasure by the pilot had pushed the last of her energy out of her. She was completely out of this world without having realized it as his touch against her skin did feel good, yet not enough to bring her back out of it. Her limbs slowly relaxed entirely as she remained still and just squirmed lightly if he chose to feel her up further.

[ LT Daniel Havenborn | Petty Officer Riley Patterson’s Shared Quarters, Deck 15 | USS Theurgy, Vector 2 ] Attn:  @Nolan

As Daniel was prepared to finish what he had started he suddenly noticed that she was no longer moving in response to the sensual touching that he was providing her.  Instead it seemed as though she had fallen asleep, that was a first for him but considering the day that she must have had he couldn’t really blame her.  So he got up and slowly removed her jacket and her skirt and positioned her underneath her covers then decided that he would stay with her just in case she woke up before he had to report to the FAB at 2300.

He knew that he wasn’t really going to get any sleep but even just resting next to her was relaxing enough.  He had the thought to call in sick however his as he looked down at Riley he was reminded of his duty to this ship and the other officers and crew that depended on him and the thought was no more.  Besides if this was truly his last night on this ship he couldn’t have asked for a better night, he got to spend time with Riley, see his fellow pilots engage in what was definitely a morale booster and hear a Gorn sing, that by far was one of the more interesting parts of the night.

As he lay next to her his communicator chirped quietly letting him know that it was time for him to report for duty, so he got up, gave Riley a kiss on her cheek and left her a quick note telling her how much he had enjoyed her company before he left for the FAB.

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