From: rneces@mastnet.net (Lynnaea AelCaymarth) Date: Mon, 31 Mar 1997 21:16:08 -0600 (CST) Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE: Romance Plagues Security Once More
SD 90401.0220
MD 04.1430
Scene: Corridors of SECCEN
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Aelyria Keyrin headed out from her office at a brisk pace. Damien
and Dana were scheduled for a practice session, and she wanted to see how
Dana was coming. She felt the girl showed promise, if her and Damien could
only break her predilection to wussiness.
[Same time. Scene: Holodeck 3.]
Ensign Damien Martiljohni and Petty Officer, third class Dana
Bancroft met in Holodeck 3 for their regularly scheduled target practice.
Dana was doing better, although she still was having trouble firing more
than one shot every minute or so. First, she had to recover from the recoil
of the weapon, then she had another 45 seconds or so to aim, before she
hesitantly pulled the trigger.
*She does manage a fair bit of accuracy, though,* thought Damien as
he stepped behind her and took her hands, to further show her proper stance.
"No, Dana. Like *this.*"
Dana's heart leaped up in her throat. *Oh, God,* she thought. *He
smells so good. Yeah, darlin, you can teach me how to pull a trigger,
allright..* She sighed unconsciously. *Yeah, right. Like someone as nice
as Damien would ever be interested in a failure like me.*
"Dana?" Damien looked concerned. "Is everything okay?"
*Not as okay as it could be.* She stifled the thought and smiled.
"Yes. Everything's fine."
"Okay, now... squeeze the trigger gently..." She tuned Damien out
once again as his arm brushed up against hers. She could feel him, standing
*so close* behind her...
Unwittingly, her hand relaxed on the trigger and the pressure set
off a wild burst of fire, the retort echoing through the deck. Dana jumped
and dropped the phaser with a frightened squeal.
"Dammit, Dana, how many times do I have to tell you..." Damien
angrily stooped to pick up the discarded weapon, and as he stood to look
Dana in the eye to berate her more, he found himself confronted with a
tearful and perfectly contrite pair of blue eyes.
He sighed. "Aw, Dana, look. Don't cry. No. Don't do that --
look..."
Too late. The tears were flowing and Dana sank to the floor.
Damien knelt beside her and put an arm around her shoulder. "Look, kid.
It's not so bad. You just *can't* let your mind wander when you've got a
weapon. It's too potentially harmful. What if there had been someone else
in the room, and that fire had hit them? Hmmm??" He tipped her chin to
look at him. "But you're doing really well."
"I -- *hiccup* I am???"
"Yes! You're doing swell. Your accuracy is way up from the first
session. I could show you the analysis charts to prove it. So don't cry,
okay?"
Dana looked up, giving him a watery smile. Damien stood and pulled
her to her feet, and suddenly, their faces were very close...
Dana couldn't stand it anymore. She was looking into Damien's
beautiful icy blue eyes and she just melted on the spot. And he was
*looking* at her. She knew that look. She'd had it at the academy, lots of
times.
*I can let myself relax. Just a little. It can't hurt...*
Damien felt her lean against him, and unconsciously, he brushed his
lips against hers...
* * *
Aelyria hit the door release button for the Holodeck. She wondered
what Damien and Dana would be drilling on today...
The door slid open to reveal them locked in a quite passionate
embrace and what looked like the mother of all soulkisses. Aelyria was not
amused.
The two jumped apart and Dana nervously ran a hand through her
disheveled blond hair.
"I thought this was supposed to be target practice drill." The
CSO's voice was like iced fire.
"Um, sir, I can explain."
"I'm sure you can, Ensign. I'm sure you could explain to me all
about hormones and the workings of the reproductory system for either sex.
That appears to be your specialty."
Damien flushed scarlet red.
"Dana, I don't know if you've ever stopped to consider this, but
you're currently on thin ice. You can't support yourself within this
department, I give you a second chance, and you decide you want to get
*intimate* with your trainer? I expected more from you. I guess I'm just
slightly disappointed. Maybe no one ever expected anything else of you, but
I did!
"You two are not to train again. Dana, you'll receive a different
instructor, one suitably impervious to your ... feminine wiles. Damien,
I'll speak to you when I'm calm enough to keep from stringing you up.
You're both on probation.
Finally, she spat, "Pray I don't make this a part of your permanent
records." She spun on her heel and stalked from the room.
[1500, CSO's Office]
Aelyria couldn't believe this. *WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, THE STARFLEET
SHRINE TO SAINT VALENTINE????!!!* She slammed a file drawer shut. It was
like Dannon Torr had infected the whole department with his childish
drabble...She couldn't imagine for the life of her what the hell those two
had been thinking.
*They weren't. That was the problem.*
She didn't know what she was going to do. She wanted desperately to
slap them both but professionalism demanded restraint in that area.
Her console was blinking. More messages. Great, just great. She
could see the headers now. "New! Personal Ads Bulletin Board -- Yes, you
too can meet the love of your life in Starfleet!" "Wanna have a drink with
a sexy blonde? Meet me in Ten-Forward, baby." "For a good time, page
Ensign Brown Doe.. Doe-eyes."
She shook the thoughts from her pounding head and gave the
"retrieve" command, quickly skimming the headers for messages of any
importance.
A new MCO. Interesting. Very, very much so. Someone she'd need to
work closely with...
A random thought of Marines training Iotians flitted through her
mind and she suppressed an evil smile.
"Computer. Name and location of First Lieutenant Shachor?"
"1LT Shachor is in his quarters."
Couldn't hurt to drop by and introduce herself... hopefully, Mr.
Shachor would be more professional than her department was proving to be.
[Ten minutes later, outside the MCO's quarters]
Aelyria Keyrin rang the door chime, awaiting permission to enter.
After a pause, a voice gruffly said, "Come."
The door opened and Aelyria strode inside. "Hi. I'm Ensign Aelyria
Keyrin, the Chief Security Officer. I thought it might be a good idea if I
introduced myself."
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NRPG:
Naomi -- over to you... sorry this was so very long in coming. I apologize.
Yes, 'Lyr's being forward in her intro, but that's just her. Feel free for
David to be as antisocial as you like. :)
Respectfully submitted,
Lynnaea AelCaymarth, aka
Ensign Aelyria Keyrin, CSO, USS CHESAPEAKE
Ensign Elesse Lyscarta, CNS, USS CHARLEMAGNE
http://www.oocities.org/SoHo/2878/
Editor, Delirium: http://www.talkroom.com/~delirium/
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