PNPC Ensign Poagie- Tow-mek
rob mahardy
((Gooba Jean’s Guest Quarters, USS Ronin, in orbit of Lolagi IV))
Poagie rang the chime to his sister’s suite and waited.
And waited.
He paced a bit. She’d commed him a few minutes ago so the least she could do is be ready when he got there. He was about to chime again when she finally answered.
He was used to his sister’s lack of modesty in her attire but was still taken aback at the skimpy two piece bathing suit she was wearing. The bottoms seemed barely more than string and the bikini top only just contained things from spilling out.
He averted his eyes trying to find anything to look at on the ceilings.
Poagie: Umm, are we going to the beach?
Gooba Jean: Maybe later. Right now,I wanna go tow skiin’.
Poagie: All right. I guess I can try to find us a watercraft.
Gooba Jeen: No, Po-Po not waterskiin’.
She shoved the two wide skis, each equipped with a small forcefield projector, and a retractable microfiber tow line into his hands.
Gooba Jean: Cosmic skiin’.
Poagie: What? No. That’s banned throughout almost all this…
Gooba Jean: Yeah, in most systems. There are a couple of interstellar courses close by though.
Poagie: No way. That’s too dangerous. I’m not…
Gooba Jean: Then don’t. I just need a pilot and a shuttle. ::She put her hand on her jutted out hip and fluttered her eyelashes.:: I’m sure I can find one.
Poagie: Uh-uh, nope. ::he waved his arms and turned his head:: And can you cover yourself up please.
She slipped a short white robe on. It was made entirely of mesh.
He rolled his eyes.
Poagie: Yeah, that’s better.
She frowned at him sternly.
Gooba Jean: Pilot.
Poagie: Okay then, if you insist on doing this, I’ll pilot you myself.
Gooba Jean: Oh, Po-po, so sweet, but you know I’m a double black diamond slalom skier and you’re a mediocre pilot at best. You will get us both killed.
He grunted, but knew she was right. He couldn’t handle that level of a course.
Poagie thought of O’Connor then immediately dismissed it.
oO No way Oo.
Even Poagie could understand the folly of a pimple faced, pubescent, bag of hormones trying to keep his concentration on anything besides his well endowed, charismatic, overly flirtatious sister.
He paused.
Poagie: ::through gritted teeth:: Fine. Computer, locate Lt. Vomek
Computer: Lt. Vomek is on the surface at the Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort.
Poagie: =/\= Ensign Poagie to Lt, Vomek. =/\=
Vomek: =/\= Response =/\=
Poagie: =/\= Uhh, Lieutenant, I need to ask you a favor. =/\=
Vomek: =/\= Response =/\=
Poagie: =/\= No nothing like that. Can you pilot a shuttle for a few hours? =/\=
Vomek: =/\= Response =/\=
Poagie: =/\= Again, no, nothing illegal. =/\=
Vomek: =/\= Response =/\=
Poagie: =/\= ::grunts in frustration:: I’m not lying. I just need you to tow something. =/\=
Vomek: =/\= Response =/\=
Poagie: =/\=You know what nev…=/\=
He was about to give up but saw his sister’s puppy dog pleading eyes look..
Poagie:::sighs:: Lieutenant, I’ll happily overlook the sarcasm and insults if you could…please…help me out.
Vomek: =/\= Response =/\=
Poagie: =/\= Great, I’ll explain the rest in Shuttlebay 1. =/\=
Gooba Jean bounced excitedly and kissed him on the cheek.
Gooba Jean: Thanks, big bro. This’ll be fun.
No matter how much she annoyed him, he loved to see her happy.
That fleeting thought was gone quickly, though, as he remembered the pointy-eared helm officer was Romulan and not an emotionless Vulcan.
oO Grubdung! Oo
Tags/TBC
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Ensign Poagie
Science Officer
Simmed by
Lieutenant Commander Ian O’Connor
HCO
USS Ronin NCC-34523
R240009IO4