Star Trek: Theurgy

[ Commander Anya Ziegler | Control Room | Relay Station NB943 ] Attn: @Brutus , @BZ , Anyone else
[Show/Hide]It may have been cruel to place Stark on the spot, but Ziegler didn't care. The Lieutenant was an assistant department head now and would be helping to lead one of, if not the busiest areas of the ship. She would need to deal with unexpected questions and situations. Asking opinions and delegating decisions was an old tried and tested method.

Assessing the operations officer silently during her answer, Anya noted that choosing actions were not a difficulty and confidence would come with time. She gave a curt nod in reply to Stark's choice of tasks but before she could reply, there was a short sharp squeak from the pair of engineers. Looking across, one seemed positively ill to be here and the other desperate for attention.

It had been a tactical decision to take junior members of the crew on this away mission. Seldom would the enlisted crew in the lower decks of the ship have the chance to shine and Anya wanted them to get some face time with a member of the senior staff that wasn't their section chief. It was important for personal and professional development. That said, she could start to understand why Solkar had given words of warning at Ziegler's choice.

Failure to adhere to the Starfleet code of uniform, this engineer seemed to take the yellow aspect of their department colours to heart with boots and bracelets adorned in various luminous golden shades. She was also keen. Very keen. Almost to the point of being off putting. Anya would preserve however, there was no way the first officer was going to call Theurgy back just to swap out an irritant.

With a modicum of verbal diarrhoea, this young crewman had dismissed any help from her partner and set off on her task. Leaving the other three to stand idle, watching. Ziegler was almost surprised that this bespectacled human hadn't just leapt from the metal walkway with gibbering glee.

Say what you will, the enthusiasm was amusing; And when the high ceiling room filled with maniacal laughter, Ziegler couldn't help but smirk.

"Very good, Stevens." She called to acknowledge the efforts. "Please go ahead."

Turning, Ziegler appraised the other two. Time to get to work.

"Stark." Anya began. "See if you can get long range communications operational. I want to report to the Captain that we've arrive safe.

"I will check the logs to see when this array was last serviced." Speaking aloud, she ensured her self-assigned task would be heard. Anya strived to be more of a leader, working alongside her staff, than a boss assigning tasks while they put their feet up.

"Lozano." She said, finally acknowledging the final member of the away team without a job to do. There was a pause, before Ziegler finally settled on a task. "... Why don't you take the bags the habitat area and run stock on the repair supplies onboard?"

[ PO2 Daniel Lozano | Control Room | Relay Station NB943 ]

This was all too much. There was no way that this was supposed to be happening. Grasping the strap of his duffel bag too tightly, Danny Lozano could feel a bead of sweat drip between his shoulder blades. He was a manifold maintenance engineer. The man spent hours in the bowls of the ship by himself completing the mundane tasks to keep the warp system alive. He didn't spend a lot of time interacting with others and now here he was, isolated but not alone. To say he was surprised to have been chosen for this mission was an understatement. It was almost a nightmare; He was on a remote satellite with three women.

Stevens was ok, Danny had seen her around. Stark wasn't too bad either; She was only an assistant chief, though the two gold pips on her collar had given him pause to say anything when they had congregated at the transporter pad to beam over. The biggest issue here was Ziegler.

She was the First Officer. Second in command of the entire ship! She was in charge of transfers. Whether she knew it or not, she held his fate in her hands. It wouldn't be an issue for her to assign him off the ship or down to waste extraction. He had to be on his best behaviour. The stress of it all made him feel queasy; though that could be the other problem he had with the officer.

Anya Ziegler was beautiful. Ever since he had first seen her when she had come on board, he had been infatuated with her. Her shape, her hair, the look in her eyes. He loved it all. Yes, there had been other fantasies, but none had come together in such a package. She had often visited him in his sleep or his daydreams. Scantly clad and declaring her love.

It was complete fiction, of course, but it gave him comfort in the long night shifts. Often the scene would play out the same way, she would find him somewhere away from everyone else and admit her attraction. This hard, strong, woman flustered at admitting her own desires. Danny would close the gap to steal and kiss and once thing would lead to another. It was always hard, fast and passionate.

So, when Commander Ziegler had found him in a remote service area on deck 32 of Theurgy the blood was pumping so loud in his ears, he didn't really know what he had agreed to. It had all been a blur and now he was so close to his idolisation that he could smell her.

Danny realised that he had been lost in thought when he finally heard the silence. He blinked a couple of times and spotting that both Ziegler and Stark were watching him. The former had her hand outstretched, holding her satchel to him. The ask was obvious.

"...Aye" He mumbled, taking the bag carefully so not touch her delicate skin. Quickly he collected the rest of the luggage and carried it away. The heat of embarrassment burning all the way down the back of his neck.

The walk to the habitat area was short. It was down a corridor away from the control room and that gave Danny time to breathe. Calm yourself, he mentally repeated, nothing is going to happen.

Well, nothing was going to happen unless he made it. Clutching Ziegler's bag tightly in his hand, Lozano pondered on its contents. Obviously, there would a change in uniform, but it would also hold many secrets. What type of underwear did it hold? Was Ziegler partial to a thong? Or lace? Would he be able to grab a glimpse of her in a silk negligee when they all settled into their bunks? Would they have to share?

To his own frustration, dirty thoughts seeped into his mind again and he found himself ashamed at his own arousal. Cursing, he turned into the bunkroom. Against opposite walls, there were two sets of bunkbeds, each meticulously made so the bedding was ready for them. At the back of the room, two doors stood, presumably to the restrooms. Aside from that, there was little else to comment on the room. It was drab and empty. Aside of course from the bags already tucked under a couple of the beds.

Wait. What?

Danny dropped all the bags he held and checked back down the corridor. There were the sounds of the girls in the control room, but he could hear little else. Why were there bags here? Did the previous repair crews leave them? Had someone else answered the priority hail? What should he do?

Eventually, he finally came to the conclusion he needed to tell the others. They would know what to do. Besides, everyone was going to be sleeping here. They'd find the luggage like he had. Feeling his mouth dry out at the prospect of having to call the commander to be alone in the bedroom with him, he had to try something else. Stark! Stark would have a plan.

"L-lieutenant?" He yelled down the corridor, his voice echoing off the metal. "Can I have some help please?"

[ Ens. Krystal "Meony" Tancredi | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Numen & @The Ostrich
[Show/Hide]Never fails! was Meony's proud thought when an Andorian woman responded to her invitation. Some of the other patrons merely piped up and smiled expectantly at her. Everybody knew Meony usually knew how to party. She certainly showed that the few times she'd been around after being brought on board. Aside from the last day or so where she'd been fighting the ever-worsening bioweapon that had been growing in her head. But now that it was out, she was more or less back to full capacity, and ready to start living again.

The Andorian took a mug and filled it from the keg. She had good taste...at least she thought until she tried it herself. "Oh fuck!" it was absolutely horrid, and terrible, and therefore, perfection. She laughed and grinned at the Andorian woman, "Ah'm Meony..."

She was not able to finish whatever else she was about to say when a familiar voice bellowed, resting a heavy hand on her slender shoulder, she tilted her head to get a confirmation on the fact that it was him. Khorin Douglas, in the flesh. He was also quoting events from their past. Except she remembered how it went a little differently. That was not all that was different. The ridges on his head were more pronounced, and he looked more...that was impossible. What happened to him?!? Her mouth hung agape as she stared stupidly at him.

"HWAH!" was all she managed before he crushed her against him, and her eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets. He was all but screaming into her ears and she was kicking wildly to no avail, her hat fell off and she was struggling to breathe, or survive. "Ah'll...soon be!" Meony wheezed, "...if ya don't...let...go!"

Mercifully, she was soon released, and she bent down to pick up her hat and put it back on. "Khorin, whot in tarnation are ya doin' 'ere?!? 'ow come Ah never saw ya 'fore all this?!?" She looked up at him, doing her best Heather Douglas impression, and somehow gave the impression that she was looking downwards when she was in fact craning her neck all the way to meet his eyes. "God Ah've missed ya!"

She broke into a big smile and leapt into his arms, wrapping her own around his neck and just hanging on there. "So ya better be married already, or so 'elp me..." she said into his ear as she slid back to the ground and looked up at him again.

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[ Lt Cmdr Miles "Iron-Fox" Renard | Fighter Assault Bay | Shared Office | Deck 16 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan 

Miles sighed as he brought up that point. Who should be SCO?  "Now that's the real kicker ain't it." He said with a soft chuckle leaning back into the chair he was in.  "I can't help but want my old room back but if you are sitting in that chair I'm back to a standard quarters that's based on rank alone" He paused softly and closed his eyes briefly figuring that levity had to be the only way to even approach these thoughts, "That said.  I was in that fighter and that exo suit for over a hundred straight hours.  Being in a tin can within another tin can for that long gives a person a lot of time to do nothing but think."

Looking around. He shrugged, "You and I both know there's at least one pilot in this squad that I've got some major bad blood with.  Hell, looking at the chart looks like she's on your wing even.  Honestly, I don't have a problem with her; the fault is mine on that issue.  Secondly, As you mentioned, You know the new pilots and I don't.  That definitely gives you one hell of a leg up on the ladder and more puts us on Even footing for the position and takes away any doubts that the selection should be based on who had it first?  Do I think you should go after keeping the position?  Wholeheartedly, I think you and I are equally qualified, suited and deserving of the position You've earned that position just as much as I did and proven it through one hell of a crucible."

He paused again this time letting the thoughts he was having hang not sure he was ready for the consequences of his next words to be spoken but deep in his mind he needed to say them, "As for the second question am I eager to get it back?"  He closed his eyes and looked at Ravon, "That's a lot harder to answer."

[ Dr. Silim Parnak | VIP Quarters | Deck 11 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @FollowTomorrow 
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Parnak couldn't help but feel delighted at Ejek's acceptance. She would like a timepiece. In fact, she even felt that she would enjoy it. With a cool smile, Silim tried to figure out what sort he should make for her. There were so many different types.

Amusingly while Parnak ponder, Ejek moved on. She wasn't going to wait for Silim to choose a topic of her life. Nor was she going to offer. She would share what she wanted. This was something that he could admire. While she spoke and shared her story from before the Federation, the elder Cardassian watched his guest. Once again, analysing her actions and meanings from the way she conveyed herself. There was no more tea to be had. No more meal to hide behind. They had both finished long ago; all that was left was to feast of each other's company.

Ejek's 'truth' was adequate. A simple tale of her work and the type of woman she was before. Perhaps she still was. Order amongst chaos. They both had found the latter, and if he could say little else, he enjoyed the former that she brought to him.

With her short story finished, amid a half-hearted chuckle at herself, the counsellor turned again to his past. This was the third time Ejek had raised Parnak's military past and it gave him pause. What was the compulsion? Like most of the general populace, did she have a romanticised impression of the guard? Or was she just a fool for a man in uniform? This would be something he would have to test at a later date.

Sharing a pleasing look with his compatriot, he smiled.

"Now that, my takhmar, is a story to save for the next time." There was no malice or teasing in the way that he spoke. Parnak was genuinely happy for the woman to be in his life.  It was just that this meal they have together was coming to a close.

"As much as I wish I could stay with you all morning, I'm afraid duty calls." He shrugged, disappointed at his own timekeeping skills. "I suspect as Chief Counsellor for a vessel, you have no end to your workload."

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Tahkmar - Kardasi for Darling, Dear, Sweet. (A term of endearment)

[Lt. Zephyr Praise | Battles for Dominance | King of the Castle | Queen of His Heart | Finally, Peace]
@Numen


She had truly been afraid he would not be here.  That he would have rather of stayed away in the Quarters that he had clearly had elsewhere.  Where she had nothing to her name, nothing to bring with her, he had boxes.  Enough to make a castle that could fit a Klingon, bedding, and room for her at it's heart.  Where they were going to put all these things she didn't know.  But, she was glad he had things because it would mean that her place would be more at home.  It would be more of a home instead of the boring empty Quarters that it was now.  If she could ever woo her Klingon out of his pout hut and out into the real world again.  It had been a rough day, a rough week, really in the world of her Klingon.  But, she knew that together they could come through it all.  They could make it happen together because they were both very good at what they did and they were connected.  Whatever happened, they could return to their center. 

Each other.

He told her that he would always come to where she was.  No matter where, he would find her, return to her, and the answering smile across her face said more than her words would have.  She truly cared for him, loved him, in the kind of deep way that pulled at her heart every time they had to part.  She still remembered the pain when they had him distracted in the Brig and she had to walk away from him.  He needed care, he needed space, and he needed people he knew.  He would have to find her late; and he had, he had found her.  He had come to her Quarters and made himself at home.  This was their home, shared, and beautiful.  It was a place she could truly get behind every day when she came home from a long shift.  Her job wouldn't be as hard as his.  He was a pilot, a fighter pilot and ...

It dawned on her then.  He'll work with Thom... oh what have I done. she thought to herself as she closed her dark eyes and rested her head in his large hands for the moment.  He shifted reaching behind himself and pulled out a rough fur type blanket.  It was soft though, more so than it looked as he wrapped it around her shoulders causing her to lay down against him, her head resting on his large shoulder as though it was her own pillow.  She was so tired, so ... so tired, but she didn't want to miss a minute of being with Khorin.  She knew they had seen a lot of each other recently, their connection snapped into place so quickly.  It scared even her, sometimes, but then she remembered how it was like breathing, being next to Khorin.

He explained how she had thwarted Toby the Targ, prompting a small cute giggle from her lips as she sat back up to look at him.  He teased her that she wanted to take his crown from him, but there was a series of quests that she would have to complete.  With a smile she looked up at the yellow paper crown that he placed on his braided hair.  She needed to brush it out for him, but that was going to be a task for later, with some water, spray shampoo, and a pick.  For now though, it still suited him even if it was odd to see the paper crown on top of his braids.  Pursing her lips she looked up at the crown and then back in his joking but mock serious eyes.  She reached up and snatched the crown off his head and put it on her own.  Her own soft curls, shoulder length, and clean fell around her to frame her face slightly even with the crown.  She smiled and leaned in pressing their noses side by side.

"I don't want to take the crown.  I want to share it with you.  I will be Queen to your Cardboard Castle, and Toby can be our guard." she whispered against his lips, breath rushing against the sensitive skin there. 

Then, Zeph did the thing she had wanted to for a long time.  She pulled him into not just a kiss.  But a deep and heated kiss.  The kind that sent her sprawling backwards with him on top of her.  There was just enough room in their cardboard paradise for the maneuver.  She lost her hands in his braids, the paper crown slumped to the side discarded and almost flat now as she wrapped her body around the man.  Her hands fought for his stupid unicorn death metal sweatshirt, to toss it to the side and off of his body.  She wanted to sleep, she did, she was exhausted, but.. but first she needed him in the way they had not been able to.  The way their bodies had called to one another, and she could only hope that he was game.