Lieutenant Amelia Semara - Black (Ops) Lace

[Max]

(( Aft Compartment, Shuttlecraft 4, departing Khitomer))

Amelia had a problem to solve.

Lera had, quite correctly, pointed out that the ruse she proposed - dressing up Ras as a woman - would only fool the natural senses they were most familiar with.  And they already knew medical scans were imminent.  It made Amelia wonder just what sort of "contagions" their soon-to-be hosts were looking for.  Did men count as a pestilence, or merely an inferior nuisance in their eyes?  Or a meal?

Well, they hadn't lost Richard's biosigns just yet, so that was promising, but Amelia was dead-set on making sure Ras didn't join in whatever fate was in store for the ensign.  She had plans for the man after this mission.  Lots and lots and lots of plans.

The shuttle had barely taken off, and she'd already set down the food-filled welcome-basket and surreptitiously entered her credentials into the shuttle's replicator database to unlock the rather vast database of patterns approved for use in black ops.  Combined with Talia's authorization, there was almost nothing they couldn't make... As long as it fit inside of the roughly three-hundred-centimeter-to-a-side-square replicator and didn't contain non-replicable components.

Never before had any computer console received such quiet, intense focus from Amelia.  The black ops pattern database was almost too big, and she wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for.  At least Talia could replicate whatever she needed while Amelia searched.  Her fingers were tirelessly sorting through the information.

El'Heem / Ohnari: Response

Semara: Lera was right.  They want a pathogen scan when we come aboard.  It ain't gonna be enough to just dress 'em up, and five minutes ain't enough time for anythin' more extensive.  I'm tryin' to find somethin' in the database that'll defeat tricorders and biobed scans...  :: Beat, hand stilling. :: Like this...

A diagram popped up, coupled with an extensive suite of specifications detailing the various operation modes and sensor classes it could fool and the sorts of false images it could produce.  Not perfect, but all things considered, pretty good.  There was a problem, however.

El'Heem / Ohnari: Response

Semara: I can see it's a box, and that it can only spoof what's inside!  :: A long pause, studying Ras, mischievous smile getting bigger the longer she looks :: I know.  We ain't gotta fake that much anatomy.  Just the parts that need to look female.  The black ops database is pretty big, I bet if I search for... :: Trailing off and working the computer again.  :: Heavens, who would need that!?  Nevermind...  : Searching. :: Yup, there we go.  Talia, can I get the, uh... dimensions for the uh... concealment zones?

She was trying to be respectful to Ras - she really was - but every twist of this was too good not to relish.  But honestly, the fact that it was him just amped up the brightness of her delighted smile to that of a blue sun.  It might have been a good thing he hadn't solved her panicked riddle.  If he knew what she was thinking right now...

El'Heem / Ohnari: Response

Her eyes lingered on him and Talia's evolving handiwork as she turned back to the database access console.  She dialed in the basic replicator pattern she'd found, composing it with the women's intimate fashion database, adding a little personal touch just for him...  When it was ready, she sent it to the replicator, and sat up primly, a much-too-pleased smile sitting on her features.

The pattern hung in the whirring machinery for a moment, the complicated circuitry needing longer than usual to craft from raw material and energy.  Long enough for her to stroll over to the machine just in time to pluck the pieces of delicate black fabric from the receptacle when they finished, smirking at Ras the whole way.  Did she absolutely need to make the undergarments so feminine and lacey?  Yes.  Yes, she did.  It had everything to do with allowing for the nanowires and micro-antennas space to be woven into the fabric for nominal sensor ghost generation and optimal coverage, and nothing to do with how it would look.  At least that's what the logs would show.

But the little hip sway as she walked aft?  That was just for fun.

Semara: :: A tilted smile. :: You'll need to put these on. :: Grinning bigger. :: Think of it as helpin' you with your method actin'.  I'll give you two a moment a' privacy.  I'll find some makeup, unless you need help with somethin' else, Doc?

She smirked at Talia, appreciating the irony that yes, she had already seen it all.

Then something shifted in the view out the window in the front past the silhouettes of Michaels and Torado, pulling Amelia's eyes.  Spires slowly emerged through the pink mist, the shape of the ship crisping up as they got closer.  When she turned back, her smile was a little lessened, and she eyed Ras again.  This needed to work.  And fast.

El'Heem / Ohnari: Response

Tag / TBC...

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Lieutenant Amelia Magnolia Semara

Intelligence Officer

USS Khitomer - NCC-62400

A239710MA0