Posted March 18, 2023, 2:52 p.m. by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in When Paparazzi Hide in the Bushes
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Roman nodded. “We won’t have need of the room.” Then he turned and left to let Kovan work, heading back up towards his own quarters to check on Rand.
~ Roman
Randy waited for the door to close behind Roman and then went and sat on the bed with Rand. She was doing a great imitation of sleeping. She was hugging her pillow, blanket tucked in around her, face half hidden by blanket and her arms. Randy sat, propped up by the headboard, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, arms folded across his chest. Despite his bulk, he looked very solid and protective sitting there staring at her. “Ya know, ya can’t hide in here forever, Miranda. This is not a thing ya haven’t dealt with a’fore.” He waited, and finally with a deep sigh he bent down and lifted the edge of the blanket to look her in the face. “Sister-mine, ya can’t hide in here. I know ya wanted ta keep it secret…”
“Why do they hate me Randy?” She sounded so d@mn forelorne that Randy wanted to break something, preferably whoever sold those pictures with is fists.
“They don’t hate you, Rand. Most love ya, some are jealous and wish they were ya, and the others, well that’s the Paparazzi isn’t it? And they do it ta make money because of the other two groups.”
“B…but wh…wh…who would do that? I w…w…work hard.” Randy brushed her hair back from her face. “I don’t know, but the picture is over a year old. Whoever it was is probably gone.” Randy wasn’t so sure of that but he was going to tell Rand that anyway. “It’s really not that bad. Excitement that you’ve been spotted, speculation about you and Roman. They got his rank and position wrong, but they usually get facts wrong. They don’t even realize you are serving. We won’t respond at all. The Clan won’t either. You are going to get up and do yer work.”
Rand pressed her face into the pillow making a negative sound. “Yes Rand. Get up. Come on. Get up and put on the part. You said you wanted this, you wanted to be useful. You can’t do that hidin’ in yer room. You are the captain’s yeoman. You run this ship. If we learned anything from your accident, it’s we can’t function as a crew without you.” He tugged the blanket off her. “Come on, go get a shower, dress the part and plaster that polite, but I know better look on your face.” He gave her a long hard look, “It’s that or resign and go home.”
Rand looked at him, devastated. “I don’t wanna go home.” She hated when Randy got all tough on her. Randy knew it was necessary. He tugged her up to sitting, “Then Miranda Arabella Blair Elizabeth Scarlett Farquharson, get off yer arse, clean up, and do what you do best. Hold yer audience in the palm of yer hand. Go,” and he pushed her toward the bathroom.
Rand and Randy
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