LT Toxin Arlill, LTJG Lhandon Nilsen: Insp - Goodbye MooMoo
Erik Johnson
(( 8-Forward, Deck X, USS Octavia Butler ))
Toxin was on his way to the helm to take the OEB out for it’s first voyage to the Gamma Quadrant, he’d pulled some strings, aka his new Lieutenant Rank and full Chief role and put himself on first helm duty. But before he left he had to see it for himself, he’d been told the ‘Oumuamua would be towed out of Ds9 and to a local dry dock for full refits, due the damage from the mission pod’s incident, he cringed a little thinking about that whole experience.
Toxin heard familiar footsteps. When you lived with someone for a significant amount of time you could help but get used to their gate, the way they walk, or the way their foot falls with each step. He turned to greet Lhandon.
Arlill: Hey Broroomy.
Nilsen: Sup. Where you headed?
Arlill: Heading to the Helm.
Nilsen: Ah first flight am I right?
Arlill: Yeah well, I don’t want to be a corrupt leader but you know I wasn’t going to miss being at the helm on her maiden right?
Nilsen: ::smiles:: you're chief now, the Big cheese. You're senior now ::jokingly:: you're one of them.
The was a pause and laugh between them.
Nilsen: Shouldn't you be on the bridge now? You don't to keep Ro waiting.
Arlill: I know, but I needed to see it once more ::looking back out the window:: The helm will be there still, and were not due to depart for another hour.
Nilsen: Aye, it sucks to see her like this. It's like….I don't know.
He was right, it was hard to see her being towed away.
Arlill: I know, but she’ll be back.
Nilsen: She be back.
Arlill: Yeah? By the time you’re captain she’ll be old tech, you’d still want command?
Lhandon doesn't have a poker face and while Toxin may not have telepathic powers he could read Lhandon like a book.
Anyone can read Lhandon like a book.
Nilsen: I don't know. I never…I know we daydreamed but ::sigh:: I don't know.
Arlill: I’m really glad we were both assigned here, just too bad we had to get new quarters separately. I guess you won’t have to deal with my messes anymore.
Nilsen: I'll actually be able to keep the place clean for once.
Arlill: Have you received your quarters assignment yet?
Nilsen: Yeah, but I've not moved anything in, they put me on the wrong deck. I ain't a senior officer.
Arlill: Well… about that, I might have pulled some strings, you know, since I’m chief now?
Nilsen: What did you do?
He said in the same voice Sherlock asks after he's gotten up to something.
Arlill: Well I’ll see you after shift neighbor ::smirking at Nilsen::
Nilsen: You canny….
Lhnadon put his arm around Toxin's shoulders and with a giggle scratched Toxin's hair like one might do with a sibling.
Nilsen: Tox ::Turning to face him::
Arlill: Yeah?
Nilsen: Make me a promise. Let’s…this next mission. Let’s dodge sickbay yeah?
Arlill: Ok, I’ll try, if you promise never to touch my hair again! ::laughing::
As the two officers departed eight forward Toxin couldn’t help but look back towards his first ship one last time before turning and making his way towards the bridge.
[End of Scene]
Lieutenant Toxin Arlill
Helm, Operations, & Communications Officer
USS Octavia E Butler NCC-82850
Writer ID.: O239910TA4
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Lieutenant JG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
HCO
USS Octavia E Butler
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