Lt. JG Natasha Cole - The Hollow Pip Club

[Natasha Schell]

(( Elysium - Deck 6 - USS Artemis-A ))

 

With the official festivities done, Natasha turned towards the bar and got herself a drink. She considered a synthol, but since she was off duty, and had more reason to celebrate she decided on something stronger.

 

Cole: I’ll have a smoked bourbon, with a dash of bitters, a hint of blood orange peel, over an ice sphere, please.

 

The bartender got to the work of making her drink, she turned and watched everyone chatting. Braga and a few of the other Security officers walked by congratulating her with a mix of pats on her back, and shoulders.

 

The bartender slide her drink in front of her and offered their own congratulations as well. She mouthed thank you, and turned around to find a new face in front of her.

 

Jaran: Lieutenant Cole! We haven't been formally introduced yet, but I'm Doctor Jaran. I wanted to at least give you a quick congratulation on your promotion.

 

Cole: ::smiling:: Thank you Doctor Jaran, and pleasure to meet you.

 

She gestured towards Bancroft, as she intended to congratulate him, herself.

 

Jaran: Lieutenant Bancroft. I wanted to offer my congratulations, doctor to doctor.

 

Bancroft: Thank you very much, Jaran. My congratulations to you as well – I’m told by, well… anyone who can speak, that you were a credit to our whole department on this mission.

 

Jaran: I look forward to working with you more, sir.

 

Bancroft: The feeling’s mutual, Ensign. Genuinely glad to have to aboard!

 

Cole: Congratulations Lieutenant Crashcart. ::smiling as she sips her bourbon::

 

Bancroft had gently nudged her arm, just enough to not spill her drink.

 

Bancroft: Congratulations yourself, Lieutenant Overload… hm, no. That’s not it. We’ll workshop that nickname.

 

Natasha let out a laugh and flashed a smile as she saw Lieutenant Bergmen approach.

 

Bergmen: ::to Cole:: Lieutenant. :: to Bancroft:: Lieutenant. ::to Jaran:: Ensign.

 

Natasha offered Jira a nod of acknowledgment of their pending departure as their glass was raised and moved towards the doors.

 

Bergmen: Congratulations, well deserved promotions, both of you. (beat) I am pleased to inform you that your new quarters connected to that promotion will be ready for you to move into within 24 hours... ::pause for a second:: But if you would like to say goodbye to your former roommates, don't worry; it will take at least three days, and possibly a little longer, before the the wheel of all-wise bureaucracy turns and we come for You to evict you from your old bunks.

 

Bancroft: Thank you, Lieut– er… Ollie. I’ve got a bit of packing up to do in my old quarters.

 

Cole: Thank you Sir, ::beat:: Ollie.

 

Natasha had made a slight face, not sure how she felt calling Bergmen by his first name.

 

Cole: Looks like Tho’Bi can go back to his all natural approach to quarters living. ::her eyes glinted with an idea:: I should leave him a parting gift!

 

Bergmen: So, how do you feel? Ready to step in and slip into the new shoes of hollow pip responsibilities? ::to Jaran:: And you, Ensign, happy to have Crasss…ehm, Lieutenant Bancroft as your attending?

 

Bancroft: You know, I really have grown fond of that nickname. I’ve been thinking of petitioning to officially amend my legal name. ::a beat:: Not that I haven’t been considering that for my entire life for… entirely unrelated reasons.

 

Roy had cleared his throat as if preparing for a monologue.

 

Bancroft: Aaaaaanyway… tell me, Ollie, what exactly does it mean to wear that hollow pip? You certainly make it look… easy.

 

Cole: ::giving Roy’s arm a gentle squeeze just above his elbow:: That is a great question, Roy. ::offering a wink and coy smile before turning towards Bergmen:: Aside from the painfully obvious of dealing with more PADD work, what secrets can you impart with us.

 

Natasha listened to Bergmen talk, with her glass of smoked bourbon hung lazily from her hand. Her stance was easy, almost feline, a calm center amid the celebration.

 

Bergmen: Response

 

Cole: Now see I figured there was more to it then more reports. I might make my career goals after all.

 

Bancroft/Bergmen: Response

 

Natasha sipped her bourbon letting the rim hide the half a smirk curving her lips. They didn't think she was just an agent of chaos, did they?

 

Cole: :: matter-of-factly:: Chief of Security,  eventually Captain. ::glancing at her now empty bourbon:: But that’ll happen when it happens ::gesturing towards their drinks with her empty glass:: Another round Gentlemen? You’re not about to make a girl drink alone, are you?

 

Bancroft/Bergmen: Response

 

Tags/TBC

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Lt. JG Natasha Cole
Security Officer
USS Artemis-A
Writer ID A240205NC4