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Meeting the Number 1

Posted March 31, 2021, 8:14 a.m. by Captain Elijah 'Eli' Carmichael III (Captain) (J Ridgley)

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman) in Meeting the Number 1

Posted by Ensign Randal ‘Randy’ Farquharson (Yeoman Second Rate) in Meeting the Number 1

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Roman Alden (Science Chief, First Officer) in Meeting the Number 1
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The intention wasn’t to have gotten drunk but between the short stories and the reminiscing Elijah seemed to have forgotten himself, “I am quite aaalrit’ Yeoman” Elijah said standing carefully though he realised quickly that there was a harsh difference between sitting down tipsy and standing so. “Perhaps your assessment of the situation is a little more correct than I’d admit.” He wasn’t drunk he knew that, and he wasn’t about to do anything stupid but he appreciated the Yeomans help. “Well Commander It was a pleasure getting to know you and I am sure we will have plenty more stories to share and make.” He nodded in Roman’s direction. “Ok Yeoman, warp velocity engage!” He chuckled.

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Rand rolled her eyes at Randy. Warp velocity engage? Carmichael would fall over if she did that. Instead she tucked her hand politely into his elbow, placing the other firmly on his forearm to keep him steady and steered I. The correct direction. “Yes Sir, this way.” Her tone was very formal. She remembered one of her early advisors in yeoman training Your job is to make sure the captain looks perfect no matter what he has done or not done. If that means he needs a new diet you make sure he follows it, even if you have to mother hen him in private about it. If he is forgetful you nag him, discreetly, until he remembers. If he’s drunk and inappropriate, you are the one he focuses on. If that means people think you’re involved that’s better than the wrong person. I’m not saying be involved but if people think it they will see him as doting rather than a cad. His reputation comes before everything else.. Rand sighed, hopefully it didn’t come to that. Hopefully Carmichael and Alden were ‘nice’ drunks.

Randy meanwhile did the same to Roman and helped him to his feet. He looked to his sister and said softly, “Tha e coltach nach urrainn dha na Sasannaich an deoch a chumail” (Apparently the English can’t keep up the drink) with a chuckle before saying, “To your quarters sir or to the Captain’s for some more frivolity?”

En, Randy

“To my quarters, yeoman,” said Roman, equally tipsy, his speech quite slurred. But a drunk Roman seemed more relaxed and friendly than his sober counterpart as he gave a large smile and began to totter off with Randy. “How helpful of you to come and assist, couldn’t have had better timing,” he said as they walked.

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO

Rand grinned at Randy, “An robh dùil agad ri dad nas lugha?” (Did you expect anything less?) Even now he could make her laugh, in a horrid situation. She turned right and then left heading for the airlock. So far they hadn’t seen anyone else.
En Rand, Yeoman

Elijah was grateful for the assistance, he felt terrible that their Yeomans were now being asked to be childminders but he had enjoyed himself too much to not regret thier drinking activity, it was also then that Elijah released who was helping him, Rand a woman and a beautiful one at that “You know Yeoman you’re far too attractive to be in Starfleet” it quickly came to a realisation that he had said his thought out loud.

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Rand led the captain around the corner, caught the dock master’s eye and jerked her head back the way they came. The dock master discreetly disappeared. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d made the wise career choice of not seeing a CO or XO too drunk to get home on their own. Rand had been on the station for weeks before Sentinel had arrived. The dockmaster had a love of his grandmother’s apple pie and she’d make sure to pay for the station chef to bake him one. Yeoman carried quite a bit of knowledge and insight to maintain a ship or station. Rand hated socializing and it gave her great anxiety, but she was good at observing and when it came to her job she could expertly play a part. All those acting classes had been worth it. “Thank you captain, but what should I be doing instead?” what else should she say? She certainly couldn’t tell him what she was really thinking, “Càite eile an urrainn dha boireannach dha-rìribh a bhith a ’beantainn ris na reultan? Bidh fir a ’gealltainn mòran ach is ann ainneamh a bhios iad a’ leantainn troimhe. (Where else can a woman actually touch the stars? Men promise much but rarely follow through.)”
Yeoman Rand

He shrugged, well more jerked his body. “I dont know, maybe you should be a meteorologist or politicians I am certainly lucky to have a Yeoman as pretty and intelligent as yourself” He slurred and dragged his feet more out of tiredness than drunkness, since he was convincing himself he was indeed not drunk just tipsy, the age-old lie people told themselves, “Thank you for your assistance,” He said again.

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Rand slowed her pace. She was eager to get the captain and XO out of the corridors and prying eyes of crew that would spread gossip, but it would only take longer if the captain tripped over his own feet. She shrugged his arm over her shoulders using her slight frame to support his weight. “Honestly captain, you must not like me very much if you want to throw me to the political sharks.” She was joking and glanced back at Randy to see how he was faring with the XO and gave him a pained grimace. Finally they made it to the fore turbolift that would drop them off right next to the CO/XO quarters and by default her and Randy’s as well. She pressed the button and was thankful when the lift arrived with no one in it. She got the Cpt inside and waited for Randy and Roman. She grabbed the handle and turned it “Deck 3.”
Yeoman Rand

The pair got into the turbolift behind the Captain and Rand, Roman not looking too much better than Eli. Instead of complimenting or anything-ing anyone, he was focusing on not tripping over his own feet. Or throwing up. That seemed to be a possibility as well.

“Oh I dont hate you, Yeoman, quite the opposite actually you’re a bright, intelligent and beautiful young woman,” Elijah said paying the woman a compliment in his slightly hazy mind. He did believe what he was saying but he wasn’t sure what his motives for saying it was exactly. As the turbo life moved, “Are the inertial dampeners not working?” He felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

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“I don’t believe they are,” said Roman in response to Eli’s comment about the inertial dampeners. With his drink self’s slurred speech, his normally crisp, posh accent was rather distorted.

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

“Captain might I ask you to refrain from hitting on your subordinates? Especially when her brother is standing literally 30 centimeters away.....” Randy said as he smirked and winked at his sister. “I’ll have Engineering check on those dampeners for you, but how about we get you to your quarters where you can pass out, throw up, continue to hit on anything with legs in a mini skirt, or any combination of the three.” Randy said annoyed. Would he get written up for his comments? Probably not, but he was certainly annoyed. He looked to Rand and said, “Feumaidh sinn faighinn air ais orra, a phiuthar.”

Randy, Yeoman

Rand nodded, she really needed to get the captain back to his quarters. One before he got sick, and two before Randy decided to do something about the captain. So far he’d simply been complimentary. His hands and behavior were beyond reproach. Hopefully they stayed that way. However, there would be demons, in the form of an angry Highland Lass, to fight if he got sick all over her. “Water, lots of water, but first ginger tea,” she commented to Randy as they stepped off the turbolift right across from the CO and XO’s quarters. She glanced at Randy again and nodded. “Come on Captain, this way. Almost home.”

She pressed the control for the door and led him in and to the table, “Sit.” She poured him a small glass of water and put it infront of him. “Drink it. Alcohol dehydrates you, and if you want to avoid a hangover, you’ll drink it. I’ll be right back.” She returned to her quarters, tablets, hot water, ginger tea, salted crackers, and coconut water. She made two trays and left one for Randy to grab for the Roman and then returned to the captain’s quarters with the second tray. “Still with me, Captain?” she asked as she set down the tray and poured him a mug of of ginger tea. “Drink this, it will settle your stomach, and eat the crackers too.”
Yeoman Rand

Elijah was starting to feel a little less drunk and a little more embarrassed as he took the drink and food. “Thankyou Yeoman, your brother was right I should have been more tactful with my words sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.” The ginger tea was nice, though the crackers were dull and salty. “You dont need to stick around, I think I can take it from here.” He let out a little grown, he’d have to sit up in bed for a little bit before trying to sleep.

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