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Side Sim Eden Prime Resort First one doing the walk of shame from the Captain's room wins

Posted Nov. 13, 2021, 9:17 a.m. by Lieutenant Anastasia Adelaide Halsey (Supply Officer) (Kate O'Neill)

Posted by Fleet Captain Garrett Michael O’Connor (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim Eden Prime Resort First one doing the walk of shame from the Captain’s room wins

Posted by Kate O’Neill in Side Sim Eden Prime Resort First one doing the walk of shame from the Captain’s room wins

Posted by Fleet Captain Garrett Michael O’Connor (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim Eden Prime Resort First one doing the walk of shame from the Captain’s room wins
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Elizabeth Montgomery sat at the bar taking in the landscape but she was not looking at the palm trees or ferns. She was not even looking at the pristine ocean rolling in both at the insane pool that doubled as an inland lake or the actual ocean beyond the barrier. She was looking at a man that probably looked far better with his shirt off than currently on. She watched him sitting there casually sipping his drink and pretending not to be interested in anything but the book he was holding. Maybe because he seemed so not interested in meeting people at the moment made Elizabeth more interested in saying hello. Whoever this guy was, he was not going to be alone for long and Eloise planned for it to be her and not some leggy blonde who couldn’t see her feet without bending over.

Moving off her barstool she grabbed her purse and walked across the patio the clack-clack of her flip-flops sounded her approach like a cadence. “Is this seat taken,” she asked before letting out a laugh. Looking up O’Connor would see a woman that had to be six foot and about one hundred and forty pounds. The effect of her physique and height completely explained why her friend’s nicked named her Betty Spaghetti because she did have the body of a long thing noodle. Her fire-engine red hair was long and came down over her shoulders to almost her waist.

Not caring about his reply she sat down as he spoke. “You here on vacation or do you work here,” she asked signaling for the waiter to bring her a drink.

Elizabeth “Betty” Montgomery

Garrett looked up at Elizabeth and smiled a warm smile. The man looked like he fell out of a Starfleet recruiting poster. Chiseled features, broad shoulders, sandy brown hair and sea blue eyes, the man was clearly an officer… a pilot likely by the gold wings on the black ball cap on the table next to his desk.

“On leave… actually. If you’d like to join me, the seat’s free” His voice was relaxed and warm like the sand on the beach.

Garrett

“Betty,” a voice yelled out walking over to O’Connor and the woman. She was in sharp contrast to the woman sitting at the table who looked like she was about to go to lunch and shopping with her girl friends. This woman was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and a thin spaghetti strap tank top. Her hair was a light brown and pulled back in a slightly messy ponytail with a pair of dark sunglasses perched on her nose. A few strands were tucked behind her ears indicating she hadn’t fussed with putting it up and didn’t spend too long in the mirror before she left from wherever she came. The closer she got the more details Garret could make out. She appeared to be about 5‘4” but with legs that seemed to take up almost half that height. Her body was the basic althetic muscular and tanned but spoke neither to someone who weight lifted or sat hours in the sun. Over one shoulder a back pack hung by one strap. “What are you doing,” she half ignored Garrett sitting at the table. “It’s one o’clock. Why are you dressed for shopping . We’s gots to go,” the woman tapped her watch laughing before looking over at Garrett. “Whose’s your friend,” the woman said taking the large fruity drink before the waiter could set it before Betty and took a long sip before setting it back down on the table.

Garrett couldn’t help but let his eyes shift, ever so slightly, to the new comer. To say she was attractive was an understatement, though her attitude was definitely more… trouble… than her friend. His eyes graced her legs for one last pass as she approached before moving back to the article he was reading. When he heard the reference to himself, he lowered the magazine to reply but Betty beat him to it.

“This is Garret,” Betty extended a hand to the man across from her and then flipped it back towards the woman next to her. “Garret this is my best friend and roommate. We call her Hot Mess,” she laughed leaning back. It was clear the two woman were friends although completely opposite. One had a nerdy charm about her. The other was far more outgoing and looked like she would be ready for anything.

Hot was right, the veteran pilot thought to himself. He had only taken cursory glances as she had approached but now that she was closer… she clearly had the man’s attention.

“Hot mess extraordinaire,” the woman shot back happily extending her hand. “Get it right,” she pulled her sun glasses back on her head and gave the man a wink before turning her attention back to Betty. “So vamanous,” she clapped her hands rapidly at Betty. “They are only holding the reservation until 2.”

He couldn’t help the chuckle. “Reservations…” Garrett said, flashing the newcomer a smoldering smile. “… you girls realize the point of a place like this is the lack of schedules, right?”

“Um,” Betty gave him a look of agreement but pointed to her roommate.

“Dude a vacation is all about schedules,” she rolled her eyes picking up the drink again and taking another long draw of the fruity concoction. “God that is good,” she replied before continuing. “I mean really who spends hundreds of thousands of credits to go somewhere you have never been and do nothing.”

“Normal people,” Betty replied with a smirk.

“Pffft,” she waved her hand dismissing the thought as if it a gas in the air. “The point of a vacation is to come back with stories and not that you sat on a beach with a beer for seven days. You can totally do that shiii....stuff on a holodeck,” she avoided cussing in front of the pair. “Don’t you agree,” she pointed to Garret and then interrupted him with a pre-supplied answer. “See even he agrees and we don’t even know him.”

Betty leaned back in her seat and looked at her friend. “And I told you last night and at breakfast the day before I am not base jumping with you. Nope. Nada. Not happening.” The woman shook her head as if making sure her best friend got all the visuals associated with her answer to drive the point home. “Besides I really don’t think you know what base jumping is?”

Now they definitely had his attention. “Base jumping, you say?” It was more of a half question as he imagined the wind whipping the newcomers hair as she let out a hoot of joy.

“Base jumping I say,” she grinned at him rocking back and forth on her heels. “They take you to,” she began to pull her back pack around to find the brochure she had before Betty again pointed out that she wasn’t so sure Addie completely understood what the adventure was.

“Of course I do,” the woman stood up. “You jump off stuff…kinda like bungee jumping only with a lot less jerking,” she looked back down at her watch. “Betty come on. Dude it is gonna be fun, When I have I steered you wrong,” the woman knelt down almost pleading at her side.

Garrett snorted softly. How many times Devri told him crap like that to break him out of his shell. At least this new girl knew how to really have fun.

“Bajor, Risa, the moon of Gandor, that time in Kansas,” Betty began to rattle off a list as she took another sip of her drink.

“Why you want to bring in Gandor. That wasn’t my fault,” she drew back slightly shocked with a confused but sorry look on her face.

As her friend rattled off extraneous details about the the Gandor trip, Betty looked at the man across from her. He was so easy on the eyes but those eyes seemed to be finding some interest in her friend and their conversation. If this man thought activities like base jumping or running with Palookan spiders was his cup of tea, then Betty was definitely ordering coffee. “Let him take my place,” she nodded over at Garrett. If he survived his afternoon with her roommate, and enjoyed it, he definitely wasn’t the type she was looking for. If he ran screaming for the hills and barred her bestie from being in the same room after the escapade, then Betty would reconsider. Eden Prime was a gold mine for men so it was not like she would stay lonely for long.

“Huh?” Garrett asked, surprised that Betty had volunteered him for an afternoon of basejumping with her incredibly hot roommate.

“Him,” the roommate stood up giving Garrett the once over. The man was definitely athletic.

“Sure why not,” Belly laughed already agreeing for Garrett. “If he survives we can meet up for dinner later. If he doesn’t I will help you bury the body.” Betty smiled at Garrett not sure if she should wish him lucky or give him condolences.

“Well I mean I guess,” her roommate countered adjusting her backpack. After taking in a long survey of the man the roommate smiled. “Okay either way I gotta go and one of you are coming so hop to it,” she stated with a smile.

Roommate “Gotta come up with a name” of Betty

Raising an eyebrow

Garrett smiled. “Well… wouldn’t wanna disappoint.” With that, he tossed his mag in his own backpack and rose from his chair. The well worn Denver Broncos dark blue tee hugged his form, below, a pair of stonewashed Levi’s accentuated his height. Slipping on the wings of gold cap, the man slid broad shoulders into a Starfleet Aerospace Command brown leather bomber jacket… the gold Master Pilot wings patch bore the name: Garrett “Cannon” O’Connor

As his bag slid on his shoulder, Garrett looked down at the newcomer. As he moved closer, he smelled of leather and pine. “So… ready to go?” He asked, his smoldering smile returning.

Garrett

Addie looked at Garret as he stood up. He was far taller than he appeared sitting down a moment ago. She let her eyes trail over him. stopping at the coat. There were some things one noticed immediately in life that needed no explanation. A wedding dress, a tuxedo, and a flight jacket. Reaching forward she opened up one of the flapps and studied the stitching and zipper like she was a gemologist. Closing it she patted it back smooth not unable to notice the rock hard abs behind the leather. “Nice abs…I mean workmanship,” she stopped stunned with a deer in the headlights look. Of course you noticed the abs. I mean how the hell can you not Adeliade, her inner voice chastised her. He is all muscly and ripply and even though you were interested in if the coat was real leather or not how could you not pause to take in that body.

“Thanks sweetie…” Garrett returned his own smirk as he adjusted his pack strap. It appeared that the pilot had missed her little slip of the tongue until. “… the abs came with the shirt.” He winked and then nodded nonchalantly toward the Shuttle Lot, a quizzical look on his slightly scruffy face.

Addie’s cheeks instantly flushed red and she opened her mouth with a smile of good-natured embarrassment pulling the corners back as if it were forced. It was the type of smile that said oh yeah you caught me so I am going to pretend I weren’t doing or thinking what you knew I was doing smile. “I was admiring your stitching…of your coat…the time and effort to do that… it’s amazing....the stitching,” she fumbled over her words laughing and only giving Garrett a half side glance to see if he was buying anything she was selling.

“Of course you were admiring at the six-pack....of his abs…and the time in the gym…’cause they are amazing…the abs,” Betty translated Addie. It was clear Elizbeth “Betty” Montgomery was thoroughly enjoying the moment. There was no anger or jealousy in her tone but pure mirth at poking fun of her roommate in this situation. “However, that jacket is nice too,” she gave Garrett a huge smile.

“The jacket is on the abs,” Addie completely ignored Garrett as she dug the hole deeper trying to get out. “It’s like not noticing his eyes are an incredibly sexy blue,” she could barely contain laughing as she spoke. Her roommate was no fool. Garrett O’Connor was exactly Addie Halsey’s type no matter how much she was pretending it wasn’t.

“Huh your right,” Betty looked at Garrett and broke out laughing. And so, somewhere on the shore of a distant planet the rare phenomena of woman’s locker talk was shown between the two roommates and in front of the man, their tongues would be wagging about later that night.

Addie shook her head trying to silence the voice in her head and her roommate’s real comments. “Okay…we should go,” she turned around and immediately started to walk towards the shuttle area. Her pace was quick but not rapid. It was clear she was slightly embarrassed at her comment. If it wasn’t, the fact she grabbed two beers off a passing waiters tray and handed one to Garrett the second he caught up to her showed she needed a minute to gather her thoughts. “So you are a fly boy O’Connor,” she said taking a sip of her drink. “Does that mean you are an adrenaline junkie or calm and collected,” she asked as they waited in line.

Addie Halsey

O’Connor sipped his beer, he always had liked German style brews more than the North American brewhouses. “I haven’t been called a flyboy since the Academy, hun. But yes… I fly. Hell… I fly just about everything one can fly!” He chuckled as they inched forward in line.

“Yeah, that is the problem with you pilots. Put two huge honkin’ nacelles in your face and any conversation you have with them turns into that gibberish from the old Peanut cartoons in their ears. You know that whah whah wonk whah,” Addie imitated the strange lingo used by the creators of the show to indicate how kids heard adult voices. Addie leaned back on the rail and popped up sitting on it as they waited for the next shuttle to start to load. She lifted her beer and took a long swig waiting for Garreet to continue talking.

“Ma’am please do not sit on the rail,” a voice from a PA echoed over the crowd causing Addie to roll her eyes. Looking at Garrett, Addie sized him up and grabbed his jacket moving him between her and the man in the booth controlling the loading and unloading of the shuttle. “Ma’am I still see you....behind your boyfriend....the tall guy with the dark hair....leather coat....I mean come on,” the voice of the announcer was starting to show how close he was to the end of his shift. All these tourists thought they were so clever.

“Really…you know making assumptions,” she started to protest before seeing the look on the guy’s face and the sign indicating any rule-breaking would be cause for line ejection stopped her from going further. “Okay okay,” she replied slipping down from the rail to stand back next to Garrett with her feet firmly on the ground. “If you had two more inches I would have been golden,” Addie gave him a lop-sided grin as she whispered conspiratorily closer to his ear. “So you were saying,” she leaned back on the rail.

“As for adrenaline junkie… I think that only really kicks in with air breathers, when atmosphere and gravity can still kill ya.” Garrett took another sip then looked down with a wolfish smile. “Really… I like anything that makes my heart race. That way… I have to work harder at staying calm and collected… to get the most out of the… experience.” Without another word, he looked back ahead and went back to his beer.

Garrett

As he raised his beer to his lips, Addie reached out and pulled it from him mid-swallow. Rolling her backpack forward off her shoulder, she stuffed his half drank beer and hers securely in her backpack. Fishing in another pocket she opened her palm to show him two rubber stoppers. “Blue or Orange,” she asked.

Taking the color he picked, she placed it on the top of his beverage and capped hers. “Beer savers,” she said as she worked. “I found them on IFEA and even though Intergalactic Ferengi Exports and Acquisitions gets a reputation for cheap products these work like a champ when you come upon,” she pointed a finger in the direction of a huge sign that said NO FOOD OR BEVERAGES ALLOWED ON SHUTTLES. “Who wants to waste a good beer? I know that Teller guy said this was an all inclusive resort but since we are going off resort I am not going to pay twenty credits for a beer when I have a perfectly good one right here,” she patted the bag. “You can thank me later.”

As the pair took their seats on the shuttle, Addie suddenly turned to him with a surprised look on her face as if she had forgotten something important. “Oh and you owe me a hundred and twenty-nine credits for your base jumping ticket. Stupid number I know. Why they can’t make it an even number like thirty is just a marketing ploy to make you think you are not paying as much. I had no idea this little activity cost until I reserved it. You can pay me later when we get back to the resort,” she said offhand as if they had known each other for years and not barely for under an hour.

Watching the lunch landscape pass by them Addie let her eyes drift to the huge mountain peak they were headed for. The closer they got, the more activities they could see dotting its side. Hang gliding, zip lining, some weird course that looked like it had hamster balls rolling down it and of course the pop of small silken parachutes indicating it was the jump point for the base jump area. “So what it the absolute worst place you were ever stationed,” she asked the man beside her starting idly chit chat as she watched everyone doing what she was about to.

Addie Halsey


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