Posted May 9, 2021, 1 a.m. by Lieutenant Dr. Solomon Kane (Medical Research & Development) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Lieutenant Alexis Bonner (Scientist, Medical Researcher) in Chivalry Isn’t Dead… But It Is Very Very Angry
Posted by Lieutenant Dr. Solomon Kane (Medical Research & Development) in Chivalry Isn’t Dead… But It Is Very Very Angry
Posted by Lieutenant Alexis Bonner (Scientist, Medical Researcher) in Chivalry Isn’t Dead… But It Is Very Very Angry
Tug....tug harder…whine…finally nip Alexis took out one ear plug and finally looked down at Frigga. “I know but I have to clean up first. I can’t leave this tuff out.” Frigga whined at her. Alexis took out the second pod and placed them in their box and then put the box in the drawer. She’d though they would be helpful to stop the chatter from the other lab techs annoying her. They did, but then Solomon had changed them. She shook her head. The day before had been…unique. She grinned. It had simply started with him commenting on what he’d been reading…and escalated from there. She put the last of her samples away and locked the cabinet, logged out of her console and looked at Frigga. “Yes, it’s time to go now. I know, I think you are more excited than I am.” Her work the day before had produced very promising results. She wasn’t going back on her word to be on time for their date (the thought creating what was called butterflies in her stomach) so she brought Frigga to work with her today. Frigga would make sure she stopped working on time. They left the lab and she turn left toward the turbolift.
BonnerKane was in his quarters. He was dressed in faded blue jeans and a v-neck shirt. A worn but well-maintained black leather jacket was over that, and he was tying back his hair with the pewter stay from their first date. He looked in the mirror and then cussed at himself. Why was he so worried about this? He hadn’t been worried while he was teasing her through their ear buds while she tried to work. He figured he caused her to be about twenty minutes later than she would have been… which for her mind was saying something. He shook his head and he turned and walked out the door to Alexis’ quarters.
Kane
Alexis palmed the control to her door, the swished open, every light inside was on. Frigga rushed in and over toward the replicator. “Really? You aren’t going to wait and see if he brings you steak?” Alexis wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but she supposed Frigga needed someone to spoil her rotten. Alexis always meant to, but fell short on that sometimes. She walked over to the replicator and ordered a bowl of food and water and put it down. She stepped into her bed room and then the shower could be heard running.
A gold swirl of molecules and atoms materialized into a man. Frigga turned snarling, she knew this man and she did NOT like him. He should not be here. “Oh no you mangy mutt,” came the heavy Irish accent. The man quickly manuvered the dog out the door and locked it. Let it go bother someone else.
The water turned off. Alexis did not appear immediately but he had patience. He could wait.
The man drove her to distraction. She picked up her brush, she had no idea what to do. She always had it out of the way for work, in a bun. Down? Braid? She sighed, should it matter? First it was just the soft commentary of what he was reading, then it had become a non stop commentary. At first she hadn’t noticed and then she’d taken the pods out thinking they were malfunctioning. Then…even there alone she blushed…he’d starting talking about that kiss. She’d tried, really tried to ignore him. Delving into her work, but he was in her head. A constant warm whisper that she wanted to listen too. Finally she’d taken the pods out…
She finally appeared wearing soft brushed leggings and a knee length off one shoulder cotton dress cinched with a thin leather belt. A click of a button and the lights in the main room turned off.
Alexis looked at the main room. She never turned the lights off. “Computer Lights!” nothing. “Frigga?” but her dog didn’t answer either. She stood there a long time debating on walking into the pitch black room. She could feel the panic building, rapid hearbeat, laboured breathing, hot and the cold chills. She turned away back into the bedroom for her combadge to see if engineering knew of some malfunction.
“Hello Alexis.” Soulis’ Irish accent carried with an elegance that undercut the surprising proximity of its source. There had been no audible footfalls for the young woman to catch wind of; more likely she had felt a breath on the back of her neck.
She spun quickly and found the devil himself but three feet behind her. He somehow garbed his black and grey uniform as if it were a three piece suit. His dark hair was closer trimmed at the sides yet where it swept across his forehead he almost faded into the darkness behind him.
“I told you I wasn’t done with you yet.”
Bonner
Kane made his way through the passageways and towards her quarters. He didn’t talk to anyone, and the perpetual scowl on his face kept people from talking to him. He was focused on what the evening was going to bring when a furry torpedo battled into his legs and started whining and trying to bite his pant leg.
“Frigga! What the hell, pup?! I’m not giving you any ste-” and he cut himself off and looked at Frigga. The dog was anxious and agitated to a degree Kane hadn’t seen and was running away and back, away and back.
Something was wrong.
“Let’s go, dog.” and the tattooed man and the dog took off at a jog towards Alexis’ quarters.
Kane
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