Lieutenant Amelia Semara - We'll Do it Live!

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(( Timeskip, Shuttlebay, Deck 2, USS Khitomer, Ceram Archipelago ))

A welcome-to-the-neighborhood basket hung in Amelia's elbow, carrying the rescued meal with Ras.  A soft black equipment bag slung over her shoulder held the my-new-neighbors-are-maybe-man-eating-aliens-I-know-nothing-about gear.  In short, Amelia was about as prepared as she could be to pretend at being the Khitomer's first officer about to engage in first contact as she ever would be in the span of five minutes.  Oh, and she hadn't forgotten about rescuing Richard either.

Fortunately, at least the two people that were here probably read the memo she sent.

Semara: Thanks for meetin' on such short notice.  :: Beat :: For the purpose a' this away mission, I'll be pretendin' to be first officer a' the Khitomer, seein' as this alien species won't treat with men. :: A weird little smile. :: We believe they're holdin' Ensign Matthews.  We're to retrieve him, and ascertain their intent by holdin' us in this nebula.  If they're willin' to help us make repairs and navigate the nebula, we'll take it.  If they ain't...  We'll figure it out.  They outpower us and outnumber us badly, so tactical options are bad options at the moment.  :: A slow breath. :: I know y'all only had a moment to review what I sent you earlier.  I'll answer what questions I can, but we gotta make contact again and head out momentarily.

Torado: ::holding up her PADD:: This had no information on the layout of the ship or Dickie’s—ahm, Ensign Matthews’s location?

Semara: Dickie? :: A glance to Talia, then a snicker. :: Unfortunately, no.  We're gettin' weak EVA suit telemetry, but we can't triangulate through the nebula.  Might be able to lock on with the shuttle's sensors when we get closer.

Intentionally or not, the marine had definitely just given Richard a new nickname.

Ohnari: Response

Torado: Is this everybody?

Hopefully the remaining joiners read the brief.

Semara: :: Shaking her head :: We're expectin'...

The cargo doors opened with an all-too-dramatic pneumatic slowness, back-lighting coming in from the hallway to cast long shadows and illuminate the theatrical entrance of Lera and...

Semara: :: Slowly :: Two more...

RAS?

Her eyes narrowed and her mouth slackened.  How in the heavens had he convinced the captain?  How was this even remotely a good idea?  She was already barely functioning.  She was not going to stammer incomprehensibly in front of the others or the aliens.  She was supposed to be a Betazoid lady who used to be a science officer pretending to be an intelligence officer and now was actually an intelligence officer pretending to be a first officer (or something like that).  She was not that girl who ran off with her bondmate Freshman year of university because he was just that handsome.

Ohnari / Torado / El'Heem / Michaels: Response

Part of her was fuming.  What part of "stay safe for me" had he not understood?  Another part of her was halfway picturing jumping him.  Nothing like some recklessly male energy demanding the coach to put him in the play to save his friend to stir up some untimely feelings.  The fact she was, by total fluke, technically still in charge of the away mission and technically able to order him around didn't exactly help the bizarre surge of purely hormonal reaction to his presence here, either.  Her face must have been doing something strange, because everyone was looking at her.

Semara: :: Lips pursing. ::  Fine.  :: Beat :: But if I'm pretendin' at first officer... :: Motion up and down Ras' height. :: we're doin' somethin' smart 'bout all this.  :: Hand flourishing vaguely. ::  I dunno, some kinda disguise.  :: Beat, looking sideways. :: Talia?

Ohnari / Torado / El'Heem / Michaels: Response

The more she heard, the more a stupid grin overwhelmed her until every muscle in her face was burning from the biggest giggle-laden smile she'd worn in weeks.

Semara: Oh, no.  If I'm in charge a' this team and keepin' y'all safe, this is happenin'. :: A low, flirty chuckle. :: Don't worry, we'll make sure you're a very pretty woman. :: Coyly. :: 'Less you got a better idea, chief?

And why not?  Short of empathic senses like her own - which she was fairly certain they didn't have - how would they know?  The right makeup, clothes, prosthetics (Talia's specialty), and maybe something for his voice...  He'd look and sound the part of their female science officer.  They could probably even replicate some last-minute perfume in the shuttle, in case they operated on scent and pheromones.  The more she plotted and visualized, the bigger she grinned.

Ohnari / Torado / El'Heem / Michaels: Response

Right.  Allegedly, she needed to give orders.  How in the heavens had she landed in charge of a shuttle full of other officers?  She shook her head and rolled her shoulders out, wringing out some of the tension from her neck.

Semara: Alright.  We're almost overdue.  Michaels and Torado, take the shuttle controls and take us out, thrusters only.  Once we're clear, hail the alien ship and let's request a flight plan.  Keep the approach slow to give a minute.  :: Beat :: Talia, I know I ain't a nurse, but I'll make up for my biochem scores with fashion sense.  Lemme know how I can help.  :: A head tilt to the shuttle. :: Let's go.  You got questions, ask 'em in the shuttle.

Yup.  She still had that lunatic smile, didn't she?  It was too absurd not to.  It was the kind of delightful mischief that seemed to clear everything else away.

Those aliens were really in trouble now.

Ohnari / Torado / El'Heem / Michaels: Response

Tag / TBC...

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Lieutenant Amelia Magnolia Semara

Intelligence Officer

USS Khitomer - NCC-62400

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