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Academy Flashback - Soup for Two

Posted Nov. 18, 2021, 1:43 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Engineer) (David Shotton)

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“San Francisco fifteen years ago, tell me about your wife,” Lauren took the glass. “How did you meet her and more importantly how did she ever make you smile long enough for your charm to seep out.” Lauren liked Nash immensely She understood his broodiness was just a front. Somewhere under there was a man that did stupid things for a girl just to make her smile. Plans for her mission could wait. She was far more interested in learning about what made Mr. Ethan Nash tick and he was just drunk enough that maybe he would tell her.

Lauren Shan

Nash paused a moment, not because he needed to consider an answer but because the memory was something that brought him joy whenever he thought of it. It was like that sometimes, the past made you smile far more than the present, but now Nash was just drunk enough to tell someone he considered a friend the story.

“Well, it started with a soup kitchen,” he began, then paused and filled both their drinks.

Nash

Pushing Laurens glass towards her, Nash picked up his and sat back. “2374, first year of the Academy,” he began slowly, then smiled as he remembered and the story began to take shape.

--------------------------2374, Starfleet Academy Educational Operation on Arakis III ------------------------------

Ethan looked out the window of the shuttle as it landed on the rocky, desert world. His first year in the Academy and the tutors had decided that this years operational away mission would be to support the Federations efforts to provide food, shelter and other necessities for this fledgling colony world that had run into hard times. That meant that instead of learning how to fly shuttles, fight Klingons or otherwise show the undoubted promise that Cadet Nash had, he was going to be building shelters or working on solar energy collectors. Learning Starfleet’s method of compassion, was how Hornsby had put it although his words had been more, eloquent, than that.

It clearly didn’t help Ethans mood that this operation had apparently been suggested by a number of Cadets themselves, something that had made Nash grind his teeth enough to give him a headache. Looking out the windows of the transports, he watched the rocky desert and low hills disappear beneath the shuttle as it headed to what looked like a lump of dark coloured, squarish buildings in the far distance.

Leaving the shuttles the moment they landed on the sandy tarmac and being ushered into waiting transports, he was part of the second wave of Cadets and hadn’t yet been told exactly where he was going to be sent. Hopefully, it was to work security on their supplies or something else equally important, he could only hope of somewhere quiet with a shower and secluded place to pull sand out of places it shouldn’t be.

Minutes later and Ethan once again stepped out of a transport in front of a building that looked like it had been recently repurposed for something, glaring lights shining in the front street as the sun began to set and a door where a few people, clearly not in Starfleet uniform could be seen milling about. Ethan looked at the building with a sinking heart.

“Why the hell are we at a soup kitchen?” He asked the cadet next to him, who only shrugged back in answer.

“Alright you lot!” The voice of Hornsby rang out even before the tutor had left the shuttle he had ridden in. “We didn’t bring you here to sight see, you, Nash!” Hornsby singled out Ethan without even seeming to have to look for him. “You look quite lovely today, you’re our lunch lady, congratulations Star! The rest of you with me!” Turning, the mere presence of the old Starfleet lecturer seemed to pull the rest of the Cadets with him, all except Nash.

“Well, plow me,” Nash muttered, stepping forwards and narrowly missing some kind of long thin creature that picked itself up off the sand where it had lay hidden and rushed away down the street, startling the fresh Cadet. “Lovely, I’m stuck on the lost planet with a lecturer who will probably eat the first cadet that drops if we run out of food ourselves. If these things don’t eat us first” Ethan had no idea what the critter was, but he was sure in the split second he had seen it, that it had big teeth.

Walking through the doors, Nash paused, pulled on his tunic in an effort to make sure he looked different from the blandly dressed people that were native to this desert world, and looked around. Long electric lights had been slung from the ceiling in what looked to have been, until recently, a very deserted building. A long table had been set up almost the length of the far wall but not against it and small round tables were spread among the rest of the room, bare, sterile and clean for the most part. Behind the long table were more tables against the wall, these ones holding a variety of pots, pans and cookers that seemed to be running from a small generator placed to the side while a number of Cadets in uniforms worked behind the table, stirring pots and laughing at jokes he couldn’t hear.

To one side, someone had strung up a colorful banner of little pointy flags that spelled out the words “Welcome to Chow Town” on it, and boxes of what looked like more decorations could be seen half opened stashed in a corner. “Oh my god, really?” Speaking to himself, Ethan bit his lip and put his hands on his hips.

Cadet Nash

“I know a little color and cheer is such a bad thing,” a decidedly female voice said to Nash’s left. The voice was clearly being sarcastic and matched Nash’s pose from her hands on her hips to her teeth on her lips. Emily Fox did not know the man next to her. She had never seen or spoke to him before now but she knew his type. He was young, handsome, intelligent, and ready to change the world; however, sometimes changing the world just required hard work and the right attitude. “I mean who in their right mind would think some whimsy and fun could change someone’s outlook. Certainly not anyone sane or maybe it’s just me being an idiot .” A smile crept onto Emily’s face even though she struggled to maintain the slightly dour expression of the cadet beside her. Over the past month, cadets had been in and out of the soup kitchen like clockwork. Everyone needed community service hours to graduate and Emily’s chosen field of study saw them pour in three times a year.

“Oh, is that what we are doing here?” Ethan slapped his hand to his forehead like it was a major revelation, “I thought our whole reason for being was to do things like, feed people and build houses?” He didn’t try to have to keep the dark and brooding look on his face, the whole situation made that an easy task but the slight twinge of a smile at the corners of the young woman’s lips had almost, almost cracked the shell and had him smiling stupidly in return. She did manage to evoke a spark of good natured sarcasm in his eyes, but aside from Ethan tilting his head slightly to look at her, that was all. Fun didn’t get a job done, they weren’t going to feed people or build a house with fun. It was going to take hard work and the right attitude.

Moving from his side, she made her way to the half-opened box across the room. It was clear she was also a cadet but only on a backwater world could she pull off the look she was sporting. Instead of the dark trousers worn by Nash, Emily was wearing a pair of leggings that stopped just below her knees which were far more suited to laps around the track than a cadet on duty. They also clearly defined her assets which proved those leggings spent a lot of time running around the academy track. She and Nash both wore black shoes yet instead of the boots polished to such a shine they could magnify the sun and catch something on fire like a magnifying glass, Emily wore flip flops. Around her waist was the same tunic Nash wore only in blue. As she walked across the room towards the box, her long dark hair, drawn into a pony tail kept pace with her stride like a metronome.

Staying in place Ethan watched her walk towards the boxes, his gaze fixed not on the swaying, metronome like motion of her pony tail but something else that was swaying. She’s a runner flew through Ethan’s thoughts at about the same moment that the slight bite of his lip in thought and hands returned to his hips in consideration, and she’s out of uniform was added a moment later, but he only noticed when he had looked at her feet. He couldn’t fault the woman, even though the sun had begun to set on Arakis III it was a desert world and the heat was almost inhuman while it was up. He knew that she was far more comfortable than him but stripping his tunic down to his waist didn’t enter his mind. Finally, he managed to tear his eyes away long enough to glance towards the long table and the people working there before looking back to her.

Picking up the box she walked to a barren wall and motioned him over with her head. “Hold this and put your foot here,” she said setting the box down before moving a chair against the and stepping up on it and tapping a spot with other. She didn’t wait for him to agree or disagree but proceeded with a blind faith he would do as she asked. Sticking her foot into one of the slats that served as the back of the chair, she used it like a ladder until she was balanced precariously on the top of it like some deranged circus performer. Waving her hand behind her as she bobbled once before catching her balance and letting out a laugh. “Hand me something from that box so we can throw it away. The sooner we get up all this happy fun stuff, the less time we have to see it just taunting us from the box.”

Emily Fox. Cadet counselor.

“Yeah, so it can taunt us from the wall instead,” he replied but he was already moving towards her. Her laugh was pretty and in the back of his mind he wanted to hear it again. “You know we make steps and stools for that, you don’t have to use a chair and risk Academy H n S from taking a shot at you, there should be one in the back right?”

“Probably but this is just as easy and not as heavy to move around,” Emily blew off his suggestion like it was going to add hours to her time schedule. “And if there isn’t one I just wasted thirty minutes of my life I ain’t getting back. Just stand by the chair and grab my arse if I start to fall.”

Ethan had already made it to the chair right behind her, and there was a momentary pause as he picked something random out of the box while his eyes double checked something else. She runs a LOT his mind added, and then ran through the people he had seen at the track back at the Academy when he was on the field, realizing that he had never seen her before. “Are you good?” His question was followed by his eyes indicating the chair she was perched on.

“Of course why wouldn’t I be,” she raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s just I got about an hour to do this and I am making it visually pleasing with what little I have. I mean Chow Town is great. It adds that little bit o’ something special to a bland beige wall. Why don’t you like it? You prefer beige to some other color,” she let out a laugh. “There is the option of us ripping it all down and pretending we are being inducted to Starfleet,” she joked. “We are here to help the people not draft them to the greater glory of the Federation.” It was hard to tell if her snarkiness was playful or genuine as she referred to the large governmental group. “If you think a banner saying we serve mystery meat three times daily sounds more appealing we can start over,” she posed a question and bobbled again this time trying to adjust her footing again but this time reached down to grab the top of his head before straightening knocking off his cap.

Well, it’s certainly visually pleasing with what little you have, but that little is kinda ample “Careful, you trying to give yourself an injury or something? You aren’t really balanced right on that.” Nash’s words were at odds with his thoughts, but some things you just didn’t say when you were in a charity soup kitchen rather than a bar. He made a grab for his cap and missed, but left it laying where it fell. It wasn’t going anywhere, unless one of the people they are trying to feed decided to take it as a souvenir.

“So lucky for us you are a tall one right,” she laughed and wiggled her hand again to signal she was ready for more decorations.

“The beige is terrible, by the way. Worst colour ever invented. You want to get people less depressed you should have started by wiping out the beige walls, get a good grey paint on them and really make em feel like this is a Starfleet institution.”

“Because gray says come on in and stay a while,” she teased. “Probably why they use it predominantly in the penal system, however, you might not be wrong,” Emily looked around the room. In fact, her fellow cadet was completely correct. The beige walls did make one feel blah. It was the color of the oatmeal they served every morning and the oatmeal was anything but exciting.

Standing up again with his foot in the spot she had told him and holding the chair, he placed some kind of curly ribbon in her hand, but let his fingers brush hers for a moment. It was a garish blue and yellow with a metallic speckle running through it, like the type that adorned participation awards. Ethan cringed slightly as he realized the box was full of similar looking ribbons. Turning away from the box he looked back to her. “Okay, so, how many of these do we gotta do? Can you reach or do you wanna swap places?” Now a smile did play on his lips as he noticed that even on the chair, she wasn’t endowed with what one would call respectable height.

Ethan Nash, Cadet

“You are about six foot right,” she said looking down at him. ” Why would I need a ladder when you can give me a boost? Besides, it would make the process a lot faster and lets me look at my work instead of having to go up and down a ladder. If I put you on a ladder you would just slap them up and not care that there is a rhythm of order to all this,” she looked at his shoulders and wondered how by the book this guy was. Sure having someone balanced on your shoulders as you walked a room was not the most officer-like thing to do but if it got the job done,” she shrugged.

Emily Fox

Nash paused and looked at her, and then looked at the wall. “The ceiling is too short to stand on my shoulders, so you’re going to have to sit. You wanna ride me like Master Blaster and decorate the walls.” Nash put his hands on his hips and looked at her, then at the wall and then the long table serving soup, then outside and noted the sun was getting lower, closer to the time people started rolling in.

“As long a two men enter and two men leave,” she winked back at him. “If we go with the one man leaves thing that means one of us has to do breakfast solo and by 9 am the oatmeal gets super thick to stir.” Her tone was one of pure seriousness even if her word choice bordered on humorous.

Emily looked Nash up and down however as if reconsidering her suggestion. “Are you sure you can hold me,” she asked bobbling again and placing a hand back on his head to steady herself. “No bad back or knees? I mean its okay if you can’t.”

“What?” Nash paused and looked at her in confusion. “Of course I can, why would you think I can’t? Do I look like I have some kind of debilitating physical deformity?”

“You are acting like I am calling you Quasimoto,” she laughed. “All I meant was…well…” she could not figure out how to say she was trying to give him a way out and not make it sound like he was incapable of bench pressing her over his head. He might have been wearing a uniform but the way he filled it out showed anyone Nash spent a fair amount of time in the gym.

“Well…?” Nash echoed, and the expression he made with his eyes and tilt of his head made it clear he was waiting for an answer. “You know I could bench press you over my head, right? You’re really are asking if I can’t hold you up? There is nothing bad on me bub, nothing, everything is good.”

“Well you suggested the ladder,” she said in a questioning tone. “If you were a strapping young lad why would we need a ladder? Either you aren’t strong enough and I just strong-armed you into something or you have something bad somewhere?”

“Because a ladder is what you use to stand on to get higher, and you’re using a chair?” He offered, speaking slowly and clearly like he was explaining something to a child.

“Well it was not like you said hop on up Emily,” she shot back laughing. “You know if you had started with the piggy back I would not have suggested the ladder.”

“Oh, well I’m not really the kind of guy that meets a pretty girl for the first time and says Hey honey, how bout you swing on up here and plant that perty backside on ma back, wanna play little piggy baby?” The heavy Southern accent Nash put on was convincing enough, but his heavy eyebrow waggle added a slight touch of extra ridiculousness to it.

“She has a point,” an elderly man said forking a bit of potato off his plate and into his mouth as he spoke between bites. “In my day a guy would love to have a woman’s legs wrapped around his head.” His voice trailed off as a slow smile spread over his face.

“Wait, where did wrapping a girls legs around your head come....” Nash began, but the old timer spoke past him to the woman like he didn’t exist.

“Hey Fox, did I ever tell you about the time I had Leila in the sling hovering over my head? Now that took some upper body strength to hold her there.”

“Yes…yes you did Dulin,” Emily sharply cut him off with a smile. Leaning down she whispered into Nash’s ear. “They used to climb rock faces. He was holding her safety line and she fell. Stopped her from landing on him,” she clarified.

“Sounds more like the old guy is into rope play, I can’t see someone getting that sort of look on their face over rock climbing, more getting their rocks off.” Nash whispered back, then shrugged.

Emily let out a small laugh she stifled with the back of her hand. “Maybe you haven’t rock climbed before outside a holodeck. Maybe we should try that sometime,” she gave him a wink.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Nash grinned back. “You might get more than you can handle.”

“All right, mount up,” he picked up the box and put it on the seat of the chair under her feet, and then turned so his back was facing her. “You, want me to crouch a little or can you throw your leg over ok?” Turning his head so he could see her in his peripherals, he smiled. “Lets do this, if you gotta get it done, lets get it done.”

Nash

Emily lifted a leg and put it on one shoulder as Nash started to stand up however, she did not bring the other leg around. This caused a shift in balance as the leg not over Nash’s right shoulder hung down Nash’s back. Reaching forward, Emily grabbed the only thing she could to stop herself from falling off his back. The collar pressed hard against Nash’s throat choking him slightly as she immediately began swinging the one free leg about to find a place to regain her balance. “Wait wait wait,” she called out resting her toe on the chair she was just standing on enough to not strangle the man.

In reflex Nash brought one hand to his neck and gripped the collar of his shirt and his throat, if any extra weight did cause his shirt to start choking him, his grip would stop that from happening. At the same time, he paused in his movements, his hand reaching back to try and find her free leg that was causing the issue, but it was out of his reach. “You, um, having a problem getting your leg over? Want me to go down again?”

“Nope nope just need to say something first,” she replied trying to adjust her body weight equally on his back.

“Is now really the time?” Nash asked, slightly strained as his hand kept his tunic from strangling him. “Ok, say it now or forever hold your peace.”

“I’m Emily. What’s your name,” she asked with one leg over his shoulder and the other on the back of the chair.

Turning his head as much as he could to look at her, Nash smirked. “You picked a weird time for introductions. You always ask a guys name halfway through getting a leg over?”

“Well, I figured if you were going to go back to the barracks tonight and talk about my legs wrapped around your head you should at least have a name to go with the story right?”

“But the story is so much better with a mystery woman that they guy spends the night thinking about and tries to find ways to meet her again! I’m Ethan.” Despite the angle he met her eyes and smiled. “Ethan Nash, and I take the Fox that the old guy was talking about was you, Emily Fox? Beautiful name.”

Holding both his hands over his head now, palms up he tilted his head backwards slightly to try and get a better view of her from this awkward angle. “Give me your hands, and use the leverage to boost you up and over.”

Emily took his hands in hers to balance in order to get the other leg up but again stopped mid process. This time however she was leaning far enough forward that Nash was not only holding a leg but both her arms. “One more thing,” she said totally secure in the concept Nash was not going to drop her.

“Now? You’re going to pause now? What is it, hurry up and get on me, I can’t hold this pose for ever!” Nash took a step backwards slightly, adjusting the distribution of weight on his back.

“You two look like you are circus performers,” Dulin laughed watching the young man struggle slightly as he tried to balance Emily. Dulin knew this was not due to the kid being weak. It was more all his energy was going to trying to balance something that was off his center of gravity.

“You are staying for the dinner rush right? Mavis called in earlier with cramps so she is not coming. I could really use the help and you can eat here instead of the mess hall. We are making…something amazing,” Emily let her voice take on a tantalizing tone. In truth she had no idea what they were serving but she could not lead with that.

“Yeah I’m supposed to be here till midnight, then my hairy hogfather says I have to be back before he shoves his boot up my ass,” Nash grinned, “something amazing huh, how can I refuse? Now quit playing monkey and put your legs around my neck already, no more questions till you’re mounted up.”

“Okay ready to do this,” Emily asked Nash like he had been the one stalling.

Emily Fox

“Ready, and go” Nash said, standing straighter and pulling her forward with her hands, letting her swing her other leg over his shoulder.

Taking an extra step forward, Nash found his balance with her sitting on his shoulders, and looked at the old man, holding his and Emily’s hands, still joined, out as wide as he could. “Ta daa! See real circus act here.”

Emily laughed and held her hands out in a V shape like a classic performer. “Just like the man said we will be here until midnight,” she twisted his words so that it sounded like a speech and not a declarative sentence.

Letting Emily’s hands go, Nash put one hand on her thigh to hold her in place and then crouched down, and took a handful of decorations before standing again, bringing that hand over her opposite thigh so she had easy reach of a bunch of streamers and ribbons. “Alright pilot, where do you want to start? We got ugly beige wall ahead of us and ugly beige wall to the side of us.” Picking a spot, Nash began walking towards it.

“So, you’re a runner Ems?” Nash used a shortened version of her name, “Do you mind Ems or want Emily? I figure now we are so familiar with each other I get to call you Ems now, right?”

Ethan Nash

“Call me anything you want just don’t call me later for dinner,” she teased pinning a colorful poster on the wall that showed a food pyramid of what they should be eating and how much of it.

“Too late, you already invited me over for dinner remember, apparently there is something amazing on the menu,” he mimicked her tone from earlier.

The decorations were the standard fare of most mess halls and cafeterias. Everyone ignored them because who wanted to hear they could have carrots over cake. Stapling up the flags and paper poms did slightly distract from the bland walls but it was like putting lipstick on a pig. Putting her hands on her hips she took in the wall. Her not grabbing him or trying to balance showed she had every faith in his ability to support her. “I don’t know Ethan,” Emily said in a musing tone. “Maybe paint would be better. Should we take all this down and start over. Maybe paint It green or red. Red tends to increase one’s appetite,” she threw out.

“Start again? Noooooo…” Ethan began to laugh and shake his head.

“Or it being four pm and dinner time,” Dulin called out. “Being hungry increases your appetite,” he grumbled.

“Oh shiiii....” Emily tapped Nash’s shoulders rapidly. “I totally forgot to start dinner,” she whispered in his ear. “How good are you at whipping up a dinner for three hundred in under thirty minutes.”

“Um,” his face went blank. “I once made soup for the Federation Scouts, I was nine, maybe?” He tilted his head and looked up at her, “It can’t be that hard, start a fire, add water and food, cook till it’s soup, right?”

Taking his hands, she popped off his shoulders far easier than she ever got on. Looking at Ethan and then the clock Emily bit her lip. “How is your neck,” she pulled a chair over and again stood on it. “Come here and turn around.” Putting her hands on his neck, she slowly used the tips of her fingers to work out the small knots she could feel.

“Oh, ok wow that feels good.” Ethan nodded, letting his head drop down. She was tiny and weighed almost nothing, but the woman had buns of steel and thighs that could crack a mans skull if he wasn’t careful. He had been holding her with his hands but in truth, she really did have her legs and buns wrapped around him like a limpet. He had simply been the horse to her jockey.

“I am so sorry I was not paying attention to how long I was up there,” she moved her hands down to his shoulders and began working those muscles. “You know if you took off that coat I might be able to do a better job.”

Emily Fox

Looking at the long table of cooking gear, Nash though a moment and then nodded. “Why not, It’s going to get pretty hot in here soon with everybody arriving and we’re going to have to get cooking. I shouldn’t get the tunic dirty or the hairy hogfather will have a field day with snap inspections.”

Emily let out a small chuckle at the nickname for the officer who had more nicknames than Beelzebub himself. Only the brave ones said his name three times and then looked in the mirror. Only the stupid ones ever took the man directly on. It was clear this cadet had spent a lot of time with the man on some level. “Buuuut,” she easily slipped into counselor mode, “when have you ever seen a captain strutting around with coffee dribbles or a big glob of ketchup all over their shirt. Going command my friend means always traveling within arms reach of a shirt. Now those science people,” she let out a laugh. “They always have something somewhere. Especially the engineers. I dated an engineer once. That man had more grease on him than a bottle of canola oil.”

His hands quickly loosened the zip at the front and he slid it backwards off his shoulders, revealing a pair of broad and well built shoulders in a regulation Starfleet exercise tank underneath. Ethan may have been a runner at heart but he clearly enjoyed other past times, and if Emily wanted to hold true that challenge of rock climbing then the young Cadet definitely had the physique to make a go of it.

“It’s fine you were up there that long,” he looked at her as much as he could, “You were right, the place does look better with a few decorations, even with the nasty wall of sorrow behind it.”

Cadet Ethan Nash

“You really have something against beige,” she laughed slowly working the top of his right shoulder with both hands. “You know its a great neutral color. One day you will learn to love it. You will come home and your fiancée will have announced she used it as the neutral for the wedding, you wife will have painted your bedroom in it, you kid will have found a beige maniac on four feet you will be walking proudly down the street,” she ran off a litany of objects that the color could be represented on.

“Fiancee? Honey that is a long time away, I am career Starfleet. Not to say I won’t find that special someone but that is way down on my list and,” he paused for effect, “that special woman is going to know that beige is a no go topic for me. Seriously, if I turn up for the wedding and she’s plastered beige on that reception area or the cake is a Marital Depression Beige, I’m just gonna hand her that big ol ring and say goodbye, she definitely isn’t the one for me and has no idea who I am.”

Tilting his head one way then the next as he spoke, he focused on her touch for a bit. “Damn, you have magic hands. Where did you learn to do that?”

After rubbing his shoulders for a few minutes Emily got off her chair and sat on the table behind her. “Come here,” she said pulling a chair around so it was between her legs. “Sit here. It will be easier. Sitting is the great height equalizer. If you need to be eye to eye you can raise you chair and no one will know the difference from behind a desk. Sitting also makes people feel more comfortable because you are not stuck with having to keep up your perfect posture,” she replied. Working his muscles she completely ignored that she had forgotten again about starting something. The man was so easy on the eyes but so on the straight and normal. If she was going to have to spend the next few hours she had to loosen him up. “So Nash, Ethan, some year cadet,” she laughed not remembering how many pips adorned his neck. “How are you going to change the world when you graduate here.” Her hands were slowly working out all the tension in his neck and shoulders which was not all caused by their circus act.

Emily Fox

Nash didn’t reply straight away, he just felt his body relaxing as she worked her hands down his muscles, but he had a stupid relaxed smile on his face. “Oh I’m going to do all the cliché’s, go all the way,” he laughed. “You know, be a Starfleet poster boy and have my hair whip in the wind in the middle of space where there is no wind, all of that.” Looking back, Ethan grinned at her. It was wide and genuine and showed that while he was serious about Starfleet, he was able to joke about himself being so serious at the same time. That smile was also directed at Emily. She was easy to talk to and had a way about her, even if it was barely contained chaos that Ethan seemed to be able to sense coming from her.

“Honestly, I have no idea. Starfleet was what my family has done, now it’s my turn. I’m going Command cause, cleaning holodeck filters isn’t my thing, you know? How about the mysterious Emily Fox? How come you are here, other than to rescue dull soup kitchens from the horrors of boringness and massage poster boy Cadets before making soup for the masses? What’s your game here?”

Ethan Nash


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