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CTO office - All the Paperwork and no increase in pay

Posted Nov. 10, 2019, 3:56 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Tactical Officer) (David Shotton)

Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in CTO office - All the Paperwork and no increase in pay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Tactical Officer) in CTO office - All the Paperwork and no increase in pay

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Bellatrix IV

Kelly stretched in the co-pilots seat. The beeping of the console indicated they had just dropped out of warp. “Nash,” she called out rubbing her eyes. Not seeing the man move she got louder. “Ethan. Ethan,” she recoiled at her tone. Maybe louder wasn’t better. They were going to need a dose or two of Sobe-Up soon or the still sleeping hangover friends of Headache and Nausea would be journeying with them. Kelly had no idea how much she and Nash really drank. She remembered drinking in his office. She remembered Nash getting all commanding officer like in the hangar as they appropriated the shuttle. Kelly had a vague idea of talking to him about his past which prompted more booze to come out. Nash had always been aloof, bordering on secretive about his life prior to the transfer to the Atlantis. His record held some but not all the details. Last night Kelly thought she had heard most of them but remembered none.

=/\=Bellatrix Control to Shuttle Brock. You are clear to approach on vector 119.8=/\= a voice chirped into the cockpit.

“Why in dear gods name are the neighbors yelling at us through a loudhailer?” Nash muttered as his eyes opened as if he had only been resting them for a moment. Fumbling with his tunic, he found the unlit cigar stubb in his pocket and clamped it between his teeth and automatically reached for a bottle of whiskey placed on the floor next to his seat.

“Ummmhhmmm,” Kelly winced a bit turning down the volume more. Hangover friend headache was just starting to get up. Kelly toned down the volume hoping he would go back for another forty winks. =/\=Shuttle Brock adjusted to course guidelines=/\= she responded and clicked off the call.

Nash inspected the bottle with a disappointed frown upon discovering it was empty, at the same time smacking his lips together realizing that the after drink dry mouth was in full swing.

“You look like I feel,” Kelly attempted humor as she stood and walked back to the medkit on the ship. “I am going to go throw up. Land us not in a fiery ball of death and I will bring you some Sobe up,” she ordered walking to the back of the shuttle.

Captain Kelly Bordeaux

“What’s that smell?” He complained, “Did we knock over a bottle of rum or something? Did we even bring rum? I kind of remember saluting the Captain several times but it smells more like ancient surgery on a pirate ship than a Fed vessel.”

Nash leaned forward and looked at the console, wincing and putting a hand between his eyes and the machine. “Why did someone think it was a good idea to add flashing lights to a LCARS console? I mean seriously, what’s wrong with black and white instead of Circus Afro Disco Tech?” Despite his grumbling, Nash began to bring the shuttle in for a landing while trying to work out the dry mouth on the cigar stubb.

Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO

As the ship landed Kelly and Nash departed the vessel. The grounds of the retirement home were resplendent. Golf courses, walking paths, patios, and gardens littered the landscape. People were laughing and joking as Kelly walked directly to one bungalow. Knocking on the door the woman answering got a huge smile on her face.

Nash stood to one side and looked over the lawns and homes. It was too tidy and neat for him, not enough chaos. He did, however, put the cigar stub in the corner of his mouth into his pocket before the door opened.

“Kelly Shultz Erins Shultz Bordeaux is it,” Mabel let out a laugh and embraced her.

“Mabel,” Kelly hugged her like she and the woman were relatives. “It has been a while. How are you?”

“Well the old arthritis gets me now and then but only when I need to make Reginald crazy. Enough about me. Tell me about this tall, dark, brooding one. Not typically your type,” she eyed Nash.

Nash had been about to return the greeting, then registered what she had said. “Uh, hello.” Was all he managed to say as he tried to comprehend what she had said about arthritis, making someone crazy and not being Kelly’s type.

“This is not my husband. This is Lt Commander Ethan Nash,” Kelly introduced him.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs Perkins.” Nash nodded, this time adding a smile and a nod to his greeting.

“So your single,” Mabel leaned against the door with a smirk. “What luck so am I. Want some coffee,” she asked them

Kelly Bordeaux

“No, Ma’am. Married actually,” Nash told her. There might have been some details he left out about that, his wife having been killed in a Breen attack on the colony that he had his ship destroyed protecting, for example, but at that moment Mabel didn’t need to know that. “I wouldn’t want to step on Reginalds toes now anyhow, Ma’am, but coffee sounds fantastic.”

As they headed inside Nash poked Kelly hard in the ribs after Mabel turned her back to them, he had seen her smirk. “I am not dating Perkins’ Mother or taking her out to dinner, just so we are clear Kelly.” He whispered urgently. “I’m drawing the line, got it, there’s a line, and that one of fluorescent.”

Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO


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