Posted June 16, 2019, 6:04 p.m. by Lieutenant Natasha Daye (Doctor) (Kate O'Neill)
Natasha sat on the couch tapping her foot so hard her knee was bouncing. She had been waiting for officially three months for this. Unofficially Natasha had been waiting since she walked into her self defense tactics 101 course back at the academy. It had arrived a week ago and the talent needed to keep Dante from knowing was pure choreography. First, it was the arrival. The transporter technician had to be threatened with his life. Probably because he was a snot-nosed kid just out of the academy.
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Transporter room a week prior
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“Ma’am I can not just pretend this was not transported on the Captain’s ship. Regulations state,” Stanley stated trying to be firm.
“Oh stuff your regulations. This is not a neutronium bomb. It’s not drugs and even if it was I am a doctor so I could sign for it. You can see what it is,” she pointed to the registry again with a stabbing motion. “Are you telling me you are going to list it as coming on board?”
“Yes ma’am I am,” he said with a hint of a tremor in his voice. Natasha Daye was happy and fun and always had lollipops in her pocket. She had since she arrived on the ship. Kids got fruit. Adults got a fruit fusion made from vodka. It was not enough booze to get you tipsy but enough to give what she called a “flavor explosion.”
“You are going to do this or I swear to god you will be spitting and knocking three times for the rest of your life trying to find redemption because I will be on the left with the devil,” she said in an icy tone. The look on the man’s face clearly showed he had no idea what she had just said to him except that it was probably not flattering. Daye could give him that. Few people followed random traditions like her family from mother Russia and less with the vigor of those from the area near Siberia where her family came from since the first Russian lifted a glass of Vodka and said Nostrovia. Most cultures had a tradition for knocking on wood for good luck. Russian’s, however, took it one step further. When didn’t a Russian? They paired the knock with a symbolic three spits over one’s left shoulder to signify spitting on the devil who is always on the left. While Natasha didn’t actually spit she did the put put put sound to indicate it. She also wasn’t sure that Stanley understood she basically sending a curse on him. Curses were the things of primitive societies but all societies were built from some sort of primitive society.
“My pilot did not spend the last 16 hours of her day flying from here to Outpost 42 and back for you to dork this up. She broke about ten intergalactic laws about speed and flew threw a pirate battle that ended in her not having a scratch but the pirates,” she stressed the last word loudly, “reporting the pilot to the OP’s XO for flying to close to another ship,” Daye worked to keep her tone steady. “I,” Daye let her voice crack slightly, “had to spend an hour talking to Lt. Commander Jessica Teller about how yes I understood no one in their right mind does a site to site transport at full impulse when there is not imminent death involved. Do you know how flybys irritate those in command? Two officers put their careers on the line for this and you are gonna just check it in,” she crossed her arms.
“Two..ma’am,” he said his voice breaking a bit more even though his face tired to retain the I am not doing this expression.
“Two,” she repeated and held up two fingers. “So if you want to piss off a couple of the Captian’s closest friends and ruin this then be my guest. Check it in and beda nikogda ne prikhodit odna,” she said in her native tongue. The blank expression let Daye translate. “Oh it just means trouble never comes alone.”
“Ma’am. My career will be in shambles if I get caught,” he pleaded.
“Oh you are young,” she waved it off. “Pfff if Dante got this ship you will be fine. Besides I am the mother of his kid. You think I can’t make him see reason. Now sign the open the door,” she said getting behind the package on the repulsors and starting to push.
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