Posted May 22, 2019, 6:46 p.m. by Ensign Jessica Lemann (Doctor) (Sarah M)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Tactical Officer) in Docking Rings Away party
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Mardusk looked at the diminutive doctor and gave her a big smile at the comment and a wink. “That’s what all the girls say, Ensign.”
Mardusk, CoS
“Just don’t make him angry. No one likes him when he is angry,” Kelly gave Mardusk a wink as they waited for the rest of the crew to arrive. Jessica’s comment wasn’t actually far from the mark. Most security chiefs instilled a sense of security and safety when you were in their presence but the sheer size of Mardusk amplified this feeling like a drug. One often felt a bit more bold and brazen when you knew the Orion had your back. She could handle herself quite well but knowing the Orion could wrap his hands around someone’s shirt and pummel him from side to side without breaking a sweat when you needed him to made Kelly feel ten foot tall and bulletproof.
Captain Kelly Shultz
“Up until the point you beat him in a game of holochess and he pulls your arms out of your sockets,” Nash said as he entered right behind Mardusk and looked up at him, the stub of an unlit cigar sticking out of the corner of his mouth. “Orions have been known to do that, haven’t they?” He asked, his face completely straight but both Kelly and Mardusk knew him well enough to know he only heckled people he hated or liked. Both of them also knew him well enough to know that because they knew him well enough, he liked them.
His eyes moved to the rest of the room, acknowledging Bordeaux and the new CSO, then falling on, Jessica, and pausing. “Je…Doctor Lemann, it’s good to see you again.” He said and smiled just for an instant as he adjusted his tunic slightly as he moved to stand beside her in particular, then made himself busy checking his phaser and tricorder.
Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO
Jessica had been pondering an adequate retort to Mardusk’s response when the door slid open to reveal Nash. Her green eyes sparkled as she admired him in his uniform, her cheeks flushing the slightest of pink as his gleaming rank pips caught her eye, and then her gaze finally rested on the cigar in the corner of his mouth. Her eyebrows crinkled down as a frown took over her features and she pointedly brushed against him as he checked his equipment and murmured, “I told you those things can kill you.”
Ensign Lemann
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