'And' is a Number

Posted July 30, 2021, 3:09 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Cara Esmé O’Farrell (Counselor / Education Specialist) in ‘And’ is a Number

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in ‘And’ is a Number

Posted by Lieutenant Cara Esmé O’Farrell (Counselor / Education Specialist) in ‘And’ is a Number
The night before had been a crazy whirlwind that Cara would willing ride again. Gavel had dropped her off at her door, kissed her, and told her to sleep well. She’d walked into her quarters, threw herself into a heap onto the folded cushion that, for the moment, passed for a couch. She stretched out, ankles crossed, one hand behind her head, the other on her stomach…groaned derisively at herself, and proceeded to give herself a mini counseling session until she had herself giggling for no reason at all.

Cara was up early and left even earlier than normal. She only made two wrong turns on the way to her office. Which considering she had to follow the outer hull to get there, was kind of absurd on her part. She blamed it totally on the giant India green Sidhe living next door to her and his uncanny ability to invade her dreams. She walked into her office, a huge grin on her face, to stop short. Her desk was here, awesome…there was an engineer with it…not so awesome. “Lt. O’Farrell! I wasn’t expecting you, yet. I’m almost done building your desk. When I’m done, just tell me where you want it.”

“Where it is, is just fine, lad. I’m not sure how I’ll organize everything yet.” Take the hint, go away, I’m busy....

Unfortunately he took that as his ‘opportunity,’ and Cara stopped from smiling at the absurdity, he’d take it the wrong way. “I can stay and help or come back later and help you move everything.” Cara walked out the door with a “I have to get working, take your time,” pointed to another office as she passed Yvonne. She stepped into the other office, muttering, “It’s da hair, it’s always da hair. I’m gonna shave it off.”

Around lunch time Lt Cmdr Mardusk, chief of security, would receive a typed message:

‘Hey Gairbhéal,
Dress code is a bit different tonight. Slacks, button down shirt, and comfortable shoes.
No food served, just drinks.
Oh, just wondering, would you still like me if I was bald?’


A few minutes later, there was a chirp and a reply had been sent.

‘Dress code confirmed. Any particular color? I’d like to compliment my date’s choice if possible.
No food? Should I eat prior to? And I think you’d look amazing in nothing… hair included. See you at 7.



Cara stared at the screen and felt hot. She fanned herself with her hand, gave up, and tossed the uniform jacked aside for the moment. The man wasn’t even in the room. She started typing…

‘Oh you will. I’ll be wearing my favorite shade of green.’

Then she paused. Dinner? Yes he…they should eat before hand, but together? Hmmm…no, and she grinned. He wanted to be chased a little? And dinner made it too easy.

‘Yes you should eat prior.’ Deleted question Nope, she deleted the last part. Really she needed to get a grip. ‘I’ll leave early so I don’t get lost along the way.’ He could almost hear her laughter on the last part. ‘My next appointment is here. See you at 7.


She sent the message, logged out of the computer, slipped the jacket back on and went to open the door for her first appointment of the afternoon.


It was six o’clock that evening. Showered, dressed to the specified dress code in a tasteful charcoal gray and black combination, and having eaten; Mardusk stood in his living room and stared at the door.

He still had an hour.

He cursed.

He stood motionless for fifty-eight minutes as his mind raced through possibilities, tangents, the occasional fantasy, and more than a few self-admoniahments to ‘get a grip. This isn’t like you.’. Finally, the alarm sounded, he stepped out the door, turned left took four steps and pressed the chime.


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