Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Pets & 2nd Officer (COP)) in Girl Talk with a Guy

Posted by Captain Zarcal (Person Who Runs The Ship (CO)) in Girl Talk with a Guy

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Pets & 2nd Officer (COP)) in Girl Talk with a Guy
Brenna left her office, Geri and Fekri following close at her heels. “No. No. Aboslutely no. Nonononononono No. Why? Why now? How did he do that? Really he had help, had to have help. That’s the only way.” She stopped suddenly did a beatiful military style about face, returned to her office, grabbed the carrier, gloves, and placed Rhyolite gently into it. Happy cooes making her smiles softly. “Yes yes here,” she dropped two of his favorite amythist geodes into the carrier to munch on. Then she was pacing back out the door to the turbolift and deck 2.

Man Fekri we have got to put a stop to this? She’s pacing, and you can smell the stress. Fekri just shook his doggy head. Nope she likes him, he likes her. I don’t get how human’s choose their mates either, but that’s not my job. She gives us orders we listen. Now shut up or will miss the small moving room thing.

Minutes later Brenna was outside of Zarcal’s quarters, putting on the protective jumpsuit/gloves/mask and rang the chime. She waited, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “No nope, not now. It’s not ....” a huge sigh, “it’s more than fair. Aww why me?”
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

Finally half way through a cup of tea he heard the chime and put the mug down along side his book. Flies and Ancients by Aramais Davidian was a difficult tome to get into and the fluorine sure didn’t help keep the pages from curling either. He wasn’t expecting anyone but was happy to have just gotten through some tea. As he approached he said “Computer, activate containment field.” The shimmering energy sprung into effect at his door as he opened it up, relaxing against his door frame in what might be mistaken as a sultry pose. He saw Breena and Rhyolite and smiled, “Is it 5:00 already? I didn’t mean to make you deliver him to me, I appreciate it though. It’s been nice to have a break. Come in, and I’m happy to put my mask on or split the room for you if you don’t want to wear that bulky gear.” Zarcal moved out of the doorway and let out a faint smile as he welcomed her in. Something was off. “Breena is everything alright? How’s our new XO adjusting? I signed off on the transfer and made sure he was set up but I didn’t have my meeting with him till tomorrow.”

Zarcal, CO

Geri and Fekri laid down outside Zarcal’s door. By now they were used to waiting outside. They couldn’t be outfitted to go in safely. They took up positions on either side of the door. Brenna walked in, bulky gear and all and distractidly waved off his over to split the room. She could hide in the ‘bulky gear.’ She set the baby carrier down, opened it and gently lifted Ryholite out of his carrier. Murmuring softly to him before passing him gently to Zarcal. “It’s not 5:00.” Was all she said as she began to pace back and forth. She stopped and looked at him, her face, through the helmet, clearly guilty. She did’t think Zarcal would write her up, but she was in sooooo much trouble, this was bad. She had the self restraint and patience of saint. But then she hadn’t had to test it against Richard. Oh it wasn’t Richard’s fault. He didn’t know…there so was so much she could tell him, but should she? She stopped pacing, again. “I KISSED HIM!”
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

As the two dogs sat guarding and the offer to split the room was denied he made his way back to his chair to take a sip of tea. A lovely micromeria douglasii steeped for 5 minutes was swirling around when he looked over to see her pacing. He thought about the ‘before 5’ part and it made him wonder what was going on. Not that he minded, his CoP was doing him a favor as opposed to following orders and he just enjoyed the break. As he took another sip the words hit him like a ton of Horta waste. Now Horta waste was similar in composition to a brick so for those not as familiar with the metabolic process of the Horta might better say ‘a ton of bricks’. The sip that was in his mouth was soon a fine mist sprayed out of his mouth as he blinked in bewilderment. Not that it was noticeable behind the VISOR but he was indeed blinking.

He held up a finger, opened his mouth, and nothing came out. He exhaled lowered his hand to his knee as he leaned forward, mouth still a little slack as he turned his head to the side a little to make sure his door was shut before saying, “Um.... Commander I.... I know I literally lived under a rock and for that matter amongst rocks, for the later half of my Starfleet career. But I’m fairly certain that standard protocol between officers is not osculation. A ‘hello’ or a ‘welcome onboard’ or even a ‘would you like a tour of the ship’ would suffice… not ‘would you like a tour of my face’....”

He sat back and cleared his throat, “I suppose I should ask why you thought it best to smack lips with my new XO?”

Zarcal, Bewildered Old Man