(pnpc) "2Lt" Milly Maxwell - Milkshakes and Mischief.

[Iain Turnbull]

((OOC: In case anybody was wondering, I imagine Milly to sound quite similar to Merida in her tone and lilt.))

(( Botanical Arboretum, Deck 9, USS Octavia E. Butler ))

Me Etan seemed nice.

Her father always seemed to gather nice people around him without any effort. A trait that Milly herself had inherited.

Etan: What about you? Do you get to go home to Earth much?

Usually much more subtle than her fathers, her accent thickened a little as she gently poked fun at her beloved parent.

Milly: I'm back with my Da. ::A mischeavous smile not unlike her fathers appeared.:: He gets intae way too much bother when I'm no around tae look after him.

Mr Etan chuckled at that. Clealry he had gotten to know her father quite well in the short time they'd known each other.

Etan: That he does. You will have to promise me that you’ll make sure you Da does not get into any trouble while I’m away. :: he said with a roguish wink. :: Truth be told, I’m very fond of him.

Milly smiled brightly. It always made her happy to hear that other people were fond of him.

He might have a grumpy-looking face and be all stern and stuff with the other Marines, but Milly knew her father better than anybody and he was still just a big teddy bear to her.

Milly: I'll make him stay at home.

Taking another bite of her flapjack, Milly looked upwards as a whistle pierced the still air.

Moments later a voice sounded out.

Communications Officer: =/\= Bridge to Commander Etan. You have a Priority One subspace transmission from Starfleet Command. =/\=

Mr Etan climbed to his feet, tapping at his commbadge as he did so.

Etan: =/\= Understood. Route it to my quarters. Etan out. =/\= :: he looked at Milly. :: I have to go. ::he said, ruefully. ::

Milly: That's okay. You're a captain now, and people need you!

She beamed up at him.

Yes, definitely. Milly was convinced Mr Etan was going to make a fantastic captain and have lots of grand adventures with his crew.

Etan: I enjoyed our talk. ::he grinned at her.:: You take care of your Da, that’s an order!

Patting the gifted 2Lt bar she still wore on her collar, Milly stood up tall with a fresh grin of mischief.

Milly: Aye aye Mr Captain, sir.

As Mr Etan bade her farewell and walked off through the trees, Milly wrinkled her nose as a thought struck her. Daddy was due to finish his shift soon and they were meeting in the Writers Room for milkshakes.

She was, as promised, looking after her father.

But there may also have been a little bit of mischief afoot as well.

Pulling her PADD out of her pack again, Milly thumbed it on and scrolled through a few things.

*USS Octavia E. Butler General Access Main Menu.

*Social & Recreation.

There it was.

*StarFlirt. “Boldly Go...”

((End Scene for Milly))

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Amelia Valentina “Milly” Maxwell.

Civilian.

“Adopted 2nd Lieutenant”, 292nd Marine Regiment, Starbase 118.

&

Mischief Maker.

USS Octavia E Butler: NCC-82850.

Simmed by;

1st Lieutenant Arturo Maxwell.

Marine Officer, 4/73 Marines.

USS Octavia E Butler: NCC-82850.

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