Posted July 21, 2021, 11:14 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)
It had been two full days since Gravel had left her in the Lounge after their first dinner. In those two days several things had happened of note:
First. His mom had called. She was being transferred. Federation Presidential Star Fleet Advisor. Not too shabby.
Second. He had finally heard from Mike, who was now the Chief of his Clan and the co-head of another and… and Mardusk had started thinking of something (actually someone) else and wasn’t really paying attention.
Third. He had seen Cara a few times in passing, always giving her a smile and trying to make sure he breathed right as he waved or said hello and reminded her of dinner.
She had gotten lost a record nineteen times in two days. And that’s just the times he knew about. The times a Security patrol had found her wandering. He figured the real number was in the mid-30’s. Each time he told the patrol to get her to her room or her office, but he didn’t talk to her… as much as he wanted to.
Tonight that changed. Tonight he pulled on jeans, a blue t-shirt that said ‘Old Punks Never Die, We Just Stand In Back’, a dark gray sport coat, and his combat boots. His green skin was freshly scrubbed, and he walked out of his door and to the next door on the left. He pressed the chime and waited.
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