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Security Office - What would you do for a Klondike Bar

Posted Oct. 20, 2021, 10:49 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Charles Tenkiller (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Barbara Roberts (Strategic Operations Officer) in Security Office - What would you do for a Klondike Bar

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Charles Tenkiller (Chief of Security) in Security Office - What would you do for a Klondike Bar

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Barbara Roberts (Strategic Operations Officer) in Security Office - What would you do for a Klondike Bar
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The office was quiet but what would one expect at 0200 hours on a Thursday. Normal people were asleep. Normal people were in their beds. The only people in the world up this late were in bed sleeping, in bed doing various forms of aerobic activity, getting drunk at a bar, or paying the piper. Most did not want the graveyard shift and only got her through some misdeed prior to this shift. This was Barbie’s conundrum. While it was not exactly her fault, she still was on her hands and knees, with a flashlight, crawling under desks and sweeping corners of the room as if she was SWAT and not science. While she fully encouraged people to explore science, Ms. Macklebee’s Kindergarten class had taken it to the extreme. Now she had one option: Fix the problem. She was so focused on the task, she did not even notice her trail had taken her down two floors and into the security office. The room appeared empty but when one was only looking two feet off the ground, you were not as observant as if you were fully erect.

Moving across the floor, she paused for a second looking at her tricorder before moving around a corner and into an office on the side of the large, open space. The scanner blipped once indicating she was close. Moving slowly she continued to crawl under the desk in front of her. It was just blind luck that she was small enough to fit under the space in front so that she could come up underneath the desk. “There you are,” she said slowly. “Whatever you do don’t move. Come here my little pretty. I am not going to hurt you. I promise. I mean look at me,” she began to speak slowly and in a happy tone although it was slightly forced. “Just sit still, take a deep breath, and let this happen.”

Lt. Barbara Roberts Science.

Ensign Holder had had a baby two days ago. Ensign Holder was the Lead Security Officer for Gamma shift. But again… Ensign Holder had just had a baby so Ensign Holder was not the Lead Security Officer for Gamma Shift that night. So it was not Ensign Holder who was reading security reports that somehow resembled Bajoran Comic Books. It was not Ensign Holder who had their feet propped up on the desk at 0200. It was not Ensign Holder’s legs the blonde scientist was between as she whispered sweet nothings to… whatever a blonde scientist whispers sweet nothings to at 0200 while crawling on her hands and knees under strange desks. And it was not Ensign Holder who peered between their legs at the scientist.

“Now usually I at least gotta take a woman to dinner before we become so… familiar.” the Oklahoma drawl-laden voice of the station’s Security Chief said.

Tenkiller, CoS

Barbie was so entranced and hyperfocused, the ethereal voice from beyond did not cause her to look up. Instead, she reared up whacking the top of her head on the bottom of the desk writing surface the coffee on it rippled slightly. “Mary Mother and Joseph,” she yelled loud as the clunk seemed to radiate still in the room bouncing off the walls and other hard surfaces. “What the,” she rubbed her head before her face fell from confused to anxious. “No no no no. Don’t move,” she said instantly gaining her composure as she popped up like a gopher next to his knees. Luckily his feet were propped up on the desk and she didn’t come up between his feet flat on the ground pointing in the direction she just came from. If she had, and someone saw, it could lead to many a questions but appearances were not important right now.

Looking up at the man she now realized was also in the room, she shined the flashlight directly at his face. “Whatever you do don’t move. You are like 180,” she asked letting her eyes trace his body. “Size fifteen shoe?”

Barbie Roberts.

Tenkiller blinked in the bright light but didn’t move per the instructions of the woman. “Well… my daddy always told me that when a beautiful woman is between your legs you’ve either done something very right… or you’re about ta do sumthin’ very wrong. And maybe work on you’re sizing there. Size twelve and about 160.” He looked down at her, careful not to move for whatever reason, and said “And you are what… a buck thirty? Size eight shoe? And do ya normally introduce yerself to men in their office by crawling under their desk and between their legs? I mean don’t get me wrong, its effective. In fact I sincerely doubt I will forget ya anytime soon, that’s for sure.”

Tenkiller, CoS

Barbie let out a full-bodied laugh as she rocked back on her heels sitting up. Kinda on the skinny side, she thought. At 160 pounds, he was on the lean side but the length of his body and the size of his feet let her make some assumptions. “You nailed the weight but my feet are half the size of yours which comes in handy when I am buying sneakers. Let’s me shop in the kid’s section and save a ton,” she joked back.

Tenkiller looked down, still not moving, and said “Fair enough. So… couple ‘a questions for ya, if ya don’t mind. One, why can’t I move. Two, why are you here. Three, and perhaps the most important… who the hell are you and why are you between my legs? Again… not necessarily complainin’… but certainly a might curious.” and he laughed softly.

Tenkiller, CoS

Barbie let out a full-bodied laugh as she rocked back on her heels sitting up. She had a thousand other snappy comebacks and would have loved to have spent the new few minutes in casual banter but a flash out of the corner of her eye pulled her attention from the man in the seat above her.

“I’m,” her voice trailed off slightly before a string of expletives streamed from her lips. “Shoot. Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,” she murmured and half yelled. Moving as fast as she could from her crouch, Barbie crossed the small office space and leaped forward towards the wall to her right. Her hands cupped the ground as if trying to catch something but when she raised them, the man in the chair did not need to see that they were empty. He could tell by the frown on her face something was clearly not as she had expected. “I am SOL,” she spelled out looking back at him.

Looking at the wall where she had football tackled an imagined pigskin, she turned her hand around rapping on the metal wall. When the sound was no longer solid but hollow she glanced back at the man in the chair. “Twelve,” she said know one personal thing about the man in the room. “I need to get this hatch open now,” she said slowly but firmly as if in an emergency. “We don’t have time for engineering. You have a sonic screwdriver or flamethrower. I think a photon grenade might be too much,” she added but her tone said she hadn’t completely erased the last one as a possibility.

Barbie

Tenkiller looked at her for a moment and then said “Ok listen… as fun as this is, you’re gonna have to tell me what the hell is going on before I open that access panel. I mean… I’d be a crap Security Chief if I just opened doors for everybody. Kinda defeats the purpose of my job, don’t ya think?” As he spoke, he moved towards the hatch and opened the small access pad on the left side of the locked panel.

“Not really. I would consider it helpful and probably requires a lot less paperwork,” she said with a hint of a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. “I mean you start asking questions. I start telling you about the hot holo set in the back of my trunk. Now you need to ask all sorts of pesky things like is it mine,” Barbie’s tone took on a playful banter. She made sure had a wide eyed innocence expression that was supposed to read as why officer how could I do anything wrong. “If my answer is no,” she continued with the fake monologue’ “not you are forced to do things like follow up, read me my rights….handcuff me.” She let her voice trail off slightly wondering with a bemused expression where Tenkiller was taking the edge of her unfinished sentence. “So no your wouldn’t be a crap chief if you just open this door. In fact you would be helpful,” she reached out pulling a bit of lint off his collar. “So why doncha just pull that cover off and follow me in. You security types do like adventure right?”

“Ya don’t have to give the minute crap. Sum it up in two sentences and let’s get… whatever this is… handled.”

Tenkiller, CoS

“Two words,” she extended her index finger and then her middle finger as she said slowly,” Mesocricetus auratus. Now you can go Bang that out and be boring or you can follow me because I am on a time crunch and a life does depend on it.” Barbie was a tad more serious with the end. She was however slightly interested in where this man’s sense of adventure. “Besides you are the security chief. Surprise is your middle name. Aren’t you supposed to jumó head long into the fray and pretext me while I am asleep alone in my bed?”

Barbie Roberts

Tenkiller grinned and said “At least it ain’t a spider. Rodents I can handle.” and he winked at her as he opened the panel. “And hell no I don’t jump headlong into danger. I plan ahead and make sure cute blonde scientists jump first. Then I get to play the knight in shining armor and come rescue ‘em. I get more dates that way, it really is a good system. Now the doors open, girlie… shake your tail feathers and lets get us a hamster.” and he pulled two fusion lights off the wall and handed her one.

Tenkiller, CoS

Barbie ran the top of her teeth over her bottom lip raking it slightly. It was the only way to keep her emotions in control. “The body is an eight but the brain is a ten so let’s go,” she winked back and began to enter the Jefferies tube. A few steps in she reached her hand back to her hips with an open palm. Wiggling her fingers a bit she responded with a single word, “flashlight.”

“Because you asked so nicely and all…” Tenkiller said sarcastically as he handed her the plasma light.

The passageway was dim but not dark. Small safety lights illuminated the passageway so engineers could find their way out even if their lights cut off. The flashlights helped but what she was looking for tended to blend into the walls.

Tenkiller produced a tricorder and then poked the back of the woman’s leg with it while trying not to get a face full of aft-section. “Here… scan for it.”

Tenkiller, CoS


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