Posted Oct. 7, 2020, 9:57 p.m. by Lieutenant Icarus Remington (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Terry Sullivan)
Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in MPT - LS Trickster - Shuttle Bay - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog
Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT - LS Trickster - Shuttle Bay - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog
Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in MPT - LS Trickster - Shuttle Bay
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Casela walked in, not looking like herself at all. Her long, straight black hair, was now full of curls and fuschia pink, and her uniquely all black eyes were now purple. Those two simple changes made her look completely different and not recognizable as her normal self. She’s wearing loose flowing pants tucked into knee high black boots and a loose long sleeved blouse with a short waisted suede jacket. She opened the shuttle and stepped in, tossing the pack she had picked up under the pilots seat. She lifted the seats in the back of the shuttle, opening the storage compartment. “Tellek, she better be ready to take off.” She calls from inside the shuttle as she begins the start-up sequence.“Ah Miss Casela! Back again.” A holographic image of a butler appears in the middle of the shuttle.
“Oh can it, Alfred. Computer HUI OFF” and ‘Alfred’ disappears.
Lt. Synthi-erExecuting a curt bow, Huey vanished. The autopilot continued to monitor the ship and its surrounding, not technically shutdown. Unlike a standard Starfleet systems his systems had been altered to remain on standby to provide his mistress assistance despite her temper.
Huey
Bog stomped up the ramp, tool belt , apron and goggles over a russet set of coveralls. “She is ready, but for how long depends on you.” The Tellarite grumbled
Bog
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“Stow your gear, Bog.” She continued to run her preflight sequences, “She’ll stay ready as long as you and Alfred don’t create any more holographic hostiles.”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS“You were having entirely to much fun, Counselor. It isn’t my fault that some bunch of idiots found a Breen scout.” Bog retorted as he stowed his gear under the port rear bench. After the last run he felt justified in the centimeter of ablative armor he had applied.
Bog
Icarus stepped up the gangplank of the shuttle and stuck his head inside. “This the shuttle headed to Delotha,” he asked?
He turned to look at Casela and replied with a “Wow!! I didn’t even recognize you. This is your alter ego known to these people, I take it?”
Stepping into the shuttle, he wore a dark leather outfit under a long, black, leather duster. Straps from a shoulder holster could be seen under the open snaps. The holster carried an old style phaser. The type that could easily be purchased on the black market. “Hope I’m not over dressed.”
Remington (CIO)
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