Posted by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Guess who is coming to dinner....Malcolm and Evrilla

Posted by Ensign Ronar (Engineer Officer) in Guess who is coming to dinner....Malcolm and Evrilla

Posted by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Guess who is coming to dinner....Malcolm and Evrilla
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Kelly walked over to the small kitchen area and lifted a lid to one of the pans simmering on the stove. “Hey, babe can I,” Kelly called out picking up a spoon before feeling a hand wrap around her waist and kissing her cheek.

“Go make sure the table is set and just hang out there. Absolutely,” Ian nodded and pushed her out of the way finishing her question with one of his own. While Ian trusted Kelly with his life, he did not trust her with any culinary exploits.

“You know I can do more than just sit around drinking before Evrilla and Malcolm arrive,” Kelly let out a laugh taking a seat at the table and taking a drink of her beer.

“Yeah but should you? Should you really,” Ian teased his wife blowing her a kiss. He had to wrap up dinner. Malcolm and Evrilla would be here any minute and he did not want to be actively cooking when they arrived.

Kelly and Ian Bordeaux

Ronar stood outside the door that Evrilla had led him to. He was excited to meet the Captain and finally start his new life aboard the Atlantis but whatever thrill he was feeling was buried beneath many layers of nerves and (going even deeper) distrust. It had been a long time since he’d ever encountered a leader who stabbed him in the back but still, even years after the end of the Occupation, his hand still shook whenever in the presence of a superior officer who had his life in their hands.
‘Chill out, Ronar,’ he told himself, ‘Evrilla said the Captain is a fine woman. She’s nothing like the Cardassians… probably.’
“Well,” he said, taking a deep breath and pushing his hesitations out of his mind, “Here goes nothing!”

The chime of the doorbell was not the typical three soft chirps of most doors. Instead what rang out was the bong-type sound of an old boat horn used most often when ships at sea were lost in a thick fog. Inside the room, there were muffled sounds of someone coming to the door and at least two people talking.

He pressed the buzzer to announce his presence and curtly marched through the door once he was given permission to enter.

“Well I don’t know who changed it but I am sure it had to be Jacen or Ethan as payback for the field trip or the E-dog comment,” Kelly yelled over her shoulder as she opened the door. She was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a green t-shirt that said Captian of Shenanigans.

“Captain Bordeaux!” He exclaimed, his arm shooting up to salute her, “It’s an honor to meet you.”

-Ens. Ronar

Kelly let out a small laugh seeing the Ensign saluting her and the bold greeting. Looking over her shoulder at Ian, she waved a hand at Ronar. “No more Wednesday night poker games with you and the senior staff,” she yelled at her husband. A bout of laughter erupted from Ian in the back of the room letting Kelly know Ian and what she referred to as the boys were up to something.

Turning to face Ronar the amused smile and shaking of her head showed that although she was sharing a private joke of some sort with her husband, Kelly did find humor in it. “At ease Ronar. We don’t salute much around here…or ever really. Come in come in,” she gestured with the beer in one of her hands and stepped back from the door.

“Sorry about the bell. Engineering on this ship is not as straight-laced in their downtime as in some places. That bell was payback for something I did to them. Just wait until you meet Nash and Drayke. You will see,” she laughed moving father into the space.

“I’d be willing to take a look at it, Captain. After I check in with Lt. Commander Nash, of course.” He stepped inside, finally able to take a good look at his surroundings.

“Belay that ensign. I could end up with the goat bleet if you involve Jacen or Ethan,” she laughed. “But by the end of dinner I will come up with something sufficiently evil to pay them back for you to do.”

“Good God woman leave the ensign alone. He just got here and the last thing we need is for him to use you as the reason he needs to see the counselor,” a voice yelled from the back of the room.

Entering the room, Ronar would see the place decorated in mainly blues, whites, and grays. It definitely had a nautical feel with several large paintings of the oceans and ships adorning the walls. The room however was definitely not austere in the atmosphere however with an enormous wall PaDD along one wall and a shelf with the two gaming consoles, the Playstation22X, and the F-Box, under it. While not messy, there were the typical things associated with one actually living in a place scattered around.

“Hey Ronar,” Ian walked across the room with a towel over his shoulder and his hand extended. The area from which Ian came from and the towel over his shoulder indicated he had been cooking. “Nice to have you on board. Hope you aren’t a vegan. We made steak but if are I can whip you up something else. My parents just sent us a freezer crate of beef and I was dying to break into it.” Ian was dressed much like his wife, very casually in a pair of jeans and a graph tee shirt with the wording Trust me I’m a Dr. and then below that in smaller letters pepper.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Ronar said, accepting his handshake, “I’m not too picky with my food. I’ve had to be flexible with my palette so I’m alright with whatever.”

“Aww baby you could have cooked,” Ian winked at his wife.

“Ian for a diplomat you have an uncanny way to not say the right thing,” she teased Ian.

Kelly walked over next to her husband and slid her arm around his waist. “Ian’s family has a ranch in Lousiana. What can I get you to drink? We have pretty much everything and it is not synthahol. Just a warning.” Kelly could not help but instantly like the newest addition to the crew. He had come highly recommended not just by Fleet but also the CMO. Kelly didn’t pay too much mind to all the commendations and service records of the crew that was assigned to the ship. What she cared more about was the word of mouth and references and both of those had been glowing about the new officer.

Kelly and Ian Bordeaux

“I’d love a water. I don’t really drink much anymore. At the Academy… well you know what cadets are like.” He chuckled.

Kelly did not hide the look of shock on her face. It was not that her crew were a bunch of certified barflies but they did tend to imbibe probably a bit more than other senior staffs. “Sure,” she let out a laugh and moved to the replicator. “Fancy water or water water,” she asked standing by the machine.

“Just plain, old water. I’ve found that nothing can beat it.”

He felt safe in their quarters which was not a feeling he was used to. The nerves that had been building up inside him only minutes before were completely dissipated. The Captain and her husband seemed like nice people. Evrilla had been right. He would have fun here.

“Your ship is lovely, Captain,” Ronar gushed as he sat down at the table, “Some of the tech on this ship is just– just incredible! I was telling Evrilla on our way here that there are some systems on this ship that we only talked about in near-hypotheticals at the Academy. I can’t wait to get started.”

-Ens. Ronar

“That is entirely due appearing on the holoshow Nailed it last Christmas. I got roped into hosting and appearing on the show by Aedan Teller. He gave me an offer I could not refuse. Make a fool of myself on galactic television and he would upgrade the Atlantis with all the latest in entertainment. What was I going to do? I mean tell the crew I expect them to take a photon torpedo for me but I can’t bake a ham form them to get everyone on the ship a 70” holovision PaDD.” Kelly flopped down on the couch. She knew Ronar would have at least heard of the media mogul Aedan Teller. Who hadn’t? The man’s public side had his hand in every noteworthy philanthropy and he owned pretty much the only game in town in entertainment. Bang, Gaggle, Vaugh-Tellerland…the list went on and on.

“I remember hearing about that! I think Evrilla mentioned it in one of her letters,” he said excitedly, ” I don’t think I was able to catch it though, exams and all that… I’m sure you did very well though. They always seemed tough to do.”

“However no matter how dumb I looked on that show, at least I am not stuck listening to We don’t talk about Bruno a billion times a day because I was dumb enough to red light that kids movie.” Kelly toasted the air as if thanking the stars. “Sit,” she motioned for Ronar to make himself comfortable. “So what brought you to the Atlantis,” Kelly said and didn’t even try to hide the smirk on her face over the answer she assumed Ronar would give.

Kelly Bordeaux

Ronar took a seat on one of the armchairs and desperately tried to ignore how hot the tips of his ears had gotten. How come it was that captains always seemed to know your secrets before you told them?

“Yes, it was because of Evrilla, I won’t try to hide that,” he took a sip of his drink to cool his blush, “But I promise I had other intentions. I’ve always wanted to do deep space work, away from other people. Away from…” he coughed awkwardly, trying to hide his near slip-up. That was a story for another time. Maybe.

“Truthfully, I wasn’t too keen on the idea at first,” he continued on, hoping the two of them hadn’t noticed his error, “I prefer station work. It’s less unpredictable, but,” he shrugged, “You go where your heart takes you I guess. I’m sure your command path was a lot more interesting than my small CV. Yours too, Mr. Bordeaux.”

-Ens. Ronar

“Ugh,” Ian groaned flopping down on the couch and cringing. “Ian…call me Ian when you are in these walls or if you have a beer in your hand,” he raised his drink as if showing a visual. “Don’t make me any older than I am and you,” he turned the beer towards his wife. “Get out of the man’s personal life. Keep your questions for girl’s night out.” Taking a swig of his drink, Ian looked at Ronar. “So what do you like to do for fun?”

Ian Bordeaux

“No, no,” Ronar laughed, “It’s alright. It’s nice to have a commanding officer who takes an interest in their crew. As for fun?” He leaned back and let out an awkward laugh, “I’ve never been one for free time but Evrilla got me into Klingon opera and Kreetassan poetry recently. She has some… interesting tastes. She tells me there’s a great rec room on the ship though!”

-Ens. Ronar

“Rec dec six,” Ian nodded filling in the blank. “We tend to watch the game there every Wednesday. Boxing, football, soccer,” he rattled off a few of the more popular ones. “You should drop by. It’s a good way to meet everyone and lets the woman have their girl’s night.”

“Oh, I definitely will. I can’t play any sports if my life depended on it but they’re always fun to watch.”

“Ian and I went and saw the Shakespear in the original Klingon last time we were on Risa,” Kelly added. “It was an original take.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah and so much better than the English version. I mean who doesn’t love Shakespear when they use real swords and blood,” Ian took a sip of his drink.

“Everyone in the first ten rows,” Kelly let out a laugh. “So Ronar, tell us about yourself,” she got comfortable and tucked her feet up under her body.

Kelly Bordeaux

Ronar laughed awkwardly.

“Well, what else is there to say… I’ve been a fan of engineering since I was a little boy. I used to find old pieces of Cardassian tech to disassemble and create toy cars,” he furrowed his brow trying to think of something else to say.

“I like cats, I guess? Sorry, I’m not really great at telling people about myself. It’s not something I really did a lot as a kid.”

-Ens. Ronar