Posted by Lieutenant Commander Paris Carisi (Chief of Security) in Taking a Break

Posted by Commander Mason Black (Executive Officer) in Taking a Break

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Paris Carisi (Chief of Security) in Taking a Break
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Locking to door behind him, Mason looked over the clothes spread across the ground and had to give a low chuckle. Taking his time, he slowly approached the bedroom door while undoing the cuffs of his sleeve, and loosening the collar of his shirt. Admittedly their brief time before the dinner had, by necessity been cut short although they had still been fashionably late and now Mason paused to pick up the bra she had draped over the back of the chair and grin as he had an idea, so he took it with him as he carried on to the room she was in.

As he came up to his room he threaded one of the bra straps through his fingers, feeling the texture and remembering the same from earlier that evening. The doors slid open and Mason had his fist glance at what was waiting for him in the bedroom.

Cmdr Mason Black, XO

“What are you doing with my bra,” Paris said looking at him as if he were nuts. She, however, had little room to talk. Mason would have entered the room to see his fiancee wearing a high tech bio contamination suit. She hadn’t put her helmet on yet so she had the appearance of an old fashioned astronaut just before take off. Paris made a few head motions as if she expected Mason to jump right in with dialogue she had in her head.

“Um, what are you doing in That?” Mason asked her, “Are you trying out a new kink or something? Aren’t those the suits the janitors wear in refuse maintenance?” He screwed up his face at her slightly, “You remember we agreed that, that, particular type of kink was off the cards, right? I said No once already Paris. No means No.” He managed to keep a straight face for most of the tease, but his eyes and the twitch at the edges of his mouth gave it away.

“This,” Paris held out her hands and gave him a spin. “You don’t like this.” She gave him a small pouty face and sighed. “I left the maid costume at home because I soooo thought this would do it for you baby,” she walked up to him and kissed his nose. “You said you wanted to add a little bit of spice right. This is not it,” she shook her head with an innocent look. It was then she rolled her eyes. “Mason work first play later.”

“We agreed to go check out those conduits and work tubes I was in earlier after that dinner,” Paris explained. “The suit might be overkill but I am not spending ten minutes washing my hair again to get the smell out hence the suit,” she gestured down at her clothes. “I got you one too. It’s on the bed. Chop chop,” she clapped her hands.

“Oh” he said, and now his face did screw up slightly as his mind returned to work. “Good thinking, I don’t want to be smelling like that bug poo you found earlier. Best we take Phasers and tricorders too.”

“You’re right. I like where your head is at,” Paris said moving over to her bag and pulling out a few phasers. Checking them to make sure they had a full charge, she tossed one on the bed for Mason and then tried to find a spot to store hers. Since she was already dressed and the suit was hermetically sealed, Paris spun a few times, patted herself down and then tossed the second one on the bed. There was no place to put the phaser so Mason would have to carry both of them. “Okay get dressed and take both of those but keep them where we can get at them.”

“We need to get going and check this out. Something is wrong here. There is no reason they need blast grade doors on all entry points in a service conduit. Get dressed and meet me in the living room,” Paris said walking out of the bedroom.

Lt. Commander Paris Carisi COS

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Security Control Room

“Sir the guests seem to be planning to go adventuring and not going to bed. Orders,” a voice said from outside the XO’s room? The Direktor had informed them to watch the officers from the Asimov and report every move they made. This was just the first of the ten replies the control office had recieved in the past hour.

“Why can’t they just go to bed like the rest of the people,” the head of security grumbled. “Send in a two-man team with some Axonol and make them sleep it off. I am going to bed.”

“Understood,” the security officer said clicking off the comm. “Let’s go,” he said to his partner moving ot the door.

The XO’s rooms on the planet

Mason watched her go, and once the doors closed he looked at the bra in his hands, sighed and threw it on the bed. Then, he did the standard boyfriend thing. He screwed up his face into what boyfriends called the ‘bossy girlfriend’ face and spoke in a high pitched voice. “I got you one too” he mimicked, “get dressed and meet me in the living room, chop chop.” He made some random karate chopping motions in the air with his hands as he walked robot like to the bio-suit, then picked up one of the arms and dropped it.

“What are you doing with my bra,” he mimicked again, picking it up and grinning. Looking down, his grin spread wide and he quickly suited up in the large yellow hazmat suit. In only a couple of minutes, he was wearing the horrid yellow bulging suit and looking at the door.

“Mason come on,” Paris yelled pacing the room. “We need to go.”

The door to the bedroom opened, and Mason strode out in a goose step wearing the over sized yellow suit, and Paris’ bra over his face. The two roundy bits were positioned strategically over his eyes, the lace of the bra meaning he could peek out of the multitude of holes. Noticeably, he was making a loud buzzing sound as he walked, straight towards Paris, her bra like a pair of huge bug eyes over his face. “Guess what I am?” He said to his girlfriend, “I’m big, yellow and sweet like honey.”

Cmdr Black, XO

Paris spun to give Mason a half laugh as she rolled her eyes matching his words with what she saw. This is why she loved him. Paris knew his plans tonight did not involve plastic yellow suits and as he mentioned earlier if it had she would have been concerned; however, he was still at her side when she needed him. Paris opened her mouth to speak when all hell broke loose. The soft swoosh of a pneumatic door pulled her attention from Mason to the room’s entrance. Instead of a member from the Asimov crew, a small metal canister was tossed into the room expelling a thick white gas.

Mason paused slightly as the canister had rolled in. It was either going to make a boom, or..... gas. When the thick white gas started billowing out, his eyes snapped to his girlfriend. “Paris!”

“Mason,” Paris yelled out before she started to cough. “Ah…ahks....axo....nol,” she sputtered naming the common gas security staff used to take down occupants in a room. Mason was wearing his full hazmat suit even if he was being silly about it. Paris, on the other hand, was only dressed. Her helmet was across the room on the couch but right now she was doing everything, not to breath. She had to hold her breath not to pass out but the gas was making the room fuzzy. Paris reached her hands out looking for either Mason or her helmet.

Lt. Commander Paris Carisi, COS

Mason hadn’t frozen after he called her name, he had moved. In barely a second he had taken Paris’ hand and knelt beside her as she fell to her knees. “Wait, hold your breath,” he said, then let go of her hand.

Another second and a click was heard, then a helmet slammed down on top of Paris’ head and hazmat suit, locking into place automatically as it was designed to do, the helmet flooding with oxygen from the suits on board tanks. Mason’s face, his unhelmeted face, came in front of her helmet and grinned, then he coughed as the gas trickled into his nose even though he had taken a deep breath and was holding it as much as he could. Paris would feel one of the Phasers pushed into her hand, and then Mason was gone, making a dash for the other side of the suite and her helmet on the couch.

A flash of light, and a beam of light flashed out at Mason from the doorway as the men coming in were surprised at the figure moving so fast through the cloud of gas. Paris might see the shadowy form of Mason seem to slump over the couch, gripping something round in his hands as his body flipped over the back of the couch and crashed on the ground.

Cmdr Black, XO

Paris took a deep breath and spun around firing at the door. The first shot hit its mark but she was not fast enough to pick off the second man entering the room nor the third man who had not entered. They stepped over the body of the man lying in a heap she had shot while lying down suppressive fire at the chair she was using for cover. there was no way she could return fire without being hit as the two men encroached on her position.

“Freeze. Hands up,” one of the men said as he came around the chair. “I got her. You get the other one,” he motioned his partner around to where Mason was hiding.

“Big mistake,” Paris said as she lunged at him once his friend was far enough away to not be any help. Hopefully Mason was not passed out behind the couch.

Lt. commander Paris Carisi COS

From under the couch, between the gap that separated the base from the floor came a sharp beam of light and the sound of a phaser firing. The thug walking towards the couch yelped, the sound muffled through his oxygen mask and he lifted his foot as it suddenly went numb, causing the man Paris was charging to pause and glance slightly at his companion.

In that moment, Mason popped up from behind the couch, his phaser pointed at the man whose foot he had just stunned, and shot him squarely in the chest, dropping him stunned onto the coffee table. As he had flopped over the couch and the phaser shot had barely missed him, Mason had clicked Paris’ helmet into place and flushed his suit with clean air. Now kneeling up again and with his target dropped, he had the phaser pointed at where he knew Paris and the third man were but in the smoke he couldn’t get a clean shot at a clear target. “Paris,” he said through his comm calmy, his voice sounding on her helmet as if he was right beside her, “you got this?”

Cmdr Black, XO

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