Lt. T’Fearne - Structural Integrity Compromised…by Hugs!
Teayl Thorn
((Corridor, Deck 06, USS Ronin))
T’Fearnes eyes widened slightly as the tall Klingon Doctor closed the distance in two strides, with no hesitation lifted her off the deck in a crushing embrace. Most of the air was compressed from her lungs with a slightly undignified squeak.
Wren: Congratulations!! That is so great!! We-oop
Shortrith: Well done, my friend.
Evinrude: Hear hear! ::He shouted gleefully.:: T'Fearne, sir, drinks next time are courtesy of your increased replicator privileges!
T'Fearne: ::slightly breathless, very touched and throat a little tight:: Thank…. Put…down, …Renaie!
After a final crushing squeeze to her ribs, Renaie obliged, setting her back on the deck. She patted Renaie’s shoulder, ribs thoroughly squeezed, slightly breathless but inordinately pleased. She smoothed her hiking gear, squared her shoulders with no small amount of pride in herself and her accomplishments. Things that she wouldn’t have managed without teamwork and support of the Ronin’s crew and her friends. She felt as though she had come a long way from the fresh face ensign, stumbling aboard to an integral part of a living ship.
Wren: ::giving a friendly pat on the shoulder:: The two of you did so well, you should be so proud!
Shortrith: You too! Three ribbons is an awesome achievement. Well done Tess, T'Fearne.
Evinrude: Thanks, all of you! I am...shocked, honestly. At the Medal of Valor, I mean...the rest of these awards and promotions make perfect since!
T’Fearne: I read Kessler’s report on the mission, Tess. ::breaking into a dark-eyed grin:: I hear you’re developing a reputation for being the “leverage” on an away team. ::slight tilt of the head:: Or was that someone else crawling through the moon base with Kessler and Tucker, exchanging fire with hostiles, making doors in floors and forcing difficult Romulan tech to eat Esot’s shutdown patch for the reactor experiment? …Sounds well deserved.
Wren: I'm so happy for both of you ::hitching her bag up her shoulder:: We should do something to celebrate once the mission’s over!
Shortrith: I'm inclined to agree - do we all want to do something together next shoreleave?
T’Fearne: That would be agreeable. ::glancing between them:: Very well, drinks on me after this mission? The holodeck perhaps. I believe I have upgraded holodeck privileges. Unless there is a breathable atmosphere and reasonable facilities where we are going on this mission.
Tess was nodding.
Evinrude: Seconded. Wherever we end up, let's find something fun! ::He turned to Ensign Wren, feeling that she had been offering plenty of congratulations but deserved more herself.:: Delphina, if that last mission is any indicator of your career here, I will try to steal you away from Tucker into the operations department!
Wren: ::a little awkwardly:: Oh, no it’s… I didn’t do much during that mission, I’m sure it’s just a formality ::nervous laugh, before returning her attention to Shortrith:: Honestly, you did great too! I heard that you and Beck are talking about your next steps?
Shortrith: About dabbling in both medical and counselling? Yeah, I've got some shifts in sickbay to finesse certain skills - specifically finessing my surgical skills at the moment.
As the two spoke, Tess stepped closer to T’Fearne.
Evinrude: That second full pip will look great on you.::He met her eyes.:: Very much deserved, T'Fearne.
Her hand brushed his, briefly, before withdrawing, but her eartips were blushing slightly green.
T’Fearne: Thank you Tess. It’s a great honor and responsibility. ::quietly:: I hope to prove equal to the task.
Shortrith: Any idea what this mission's about? I've only heard about the mission specialists from the Goodall, but I haven't heard anything else.
Wren: I haven’t heard anything at all. I spoke to Dahl briefly, but he was completely lost too. Do you know what kind of specialists?
T’Fearne: I know the same as you, just what the captain and Raga have announced.
Evinrude: The sudden departure, the "specialists"...this all strikes me as Need To Know, you know?
Shortrith: I'm like eighty-five percent sure that the actual topic is classified, but our department heads will probably fill us in on what we need to know, right?
Evinrude: Undoubtedly. I've never known any of the senior officers to withhold critical information.
Wren: From what I heard Chip didn’t have a clue either…. I’m pretty sure Remy’s somewhere on the loose, maybe he’s recorded something?
T’Fearne: If I were to guess with the limited details from the Captain and Commander’s announcements, it’s a Lattice Alliance escalation. Starfleet doesn't want to trigger a panic, hence the secrecy and mission specialists being sent to deliver the details in person. I understand operational security, but I think they should trust the crew more.
Then she glanced at Delphina, brow raised.
oO What is a Remy? And what is he recording? Oo
Shortrith: Probably.
Renaie murmured to themself.
Wren: ::checking her PADD:: Oh, I should probably go to engineering to check in with the chief. Maybe he’ll fill us in then?
T’Fearne: ::Looking at the others:: If I find anything out I’ll share what I’m cleared to.
Evinrude: I'm not sure where I'll be supporting, but if anyone's departments need anything, just reach out. Operations has your back!
Wren: Much appreciated! I’ll see you guys later!
Shortrith:Response
T'Fearne: Take care Delphina, and if you end up fighting anything, just do what you did to me at the beach. Your unpredictability is a skill. ::offering a Ta’al as the petit officer dashed away::
Evinrude: Response
T’Fearne started in astonishment, reaching instinctively for a phaser that wasn’t on her hip as a tiny, silver Tholian-like creature leapt from the environmental system to land on Wren as she ran down the corridor to the turbolifts. The Betazoid didn't react surprised, so it clearly wasn’t an attack. T’Fearne turned to the others.
T'Fearne: What on Betazed was that? Something leapt from the vent to her.
Shortrith/Evinrude: Response
T'Fearne: She made it or brought it onboard? Are you sure? It looked uncomfortably Tholian shaped.
Shortrith/Evinrude: Response
T'Fearne: I’ll confirm with her later. I just wasn’t expecting a creature.
She swallowed back her distaste. Remembering that when she and Alyndra had shared quarters as ensigns, the Trill had tried to have a pet in their quarters, but held off out of respect for T'Fearne's preferences until they had separate quarters. If Wren had a tool or helper pet of some sort she didn’t have an issue with that, but the thought that it could drop on her from the ceiling or record her from the vents was not appealing
T'Fearne: Turning to Renaie. If you are cross training with the medical department, you are welcome to cross train with security too. ::bracing her own ribs:: With a hug like that, you would do well in hand to hand combat.
Shortrith/Evinrude: Response
T'Fearne: Let me know if you are interested. ::Turning to Tess:: We should go get changed into our uniforms and report to our duty stations.
Reaching over she plucked a leaf out of Tess’s hair, with a small innocent smirk.
oO I wonder how that got there. Probably when I backed him into that tree… Oo
She steered away from shoreleave thoughts, focusing on the mission at hand.
Shortrith/Evinrude: Response
[Tags / TBC / end of Scene for T’Fearne]
((OOC: Feel free to tag me again if either of you want to continue scene one more round.))
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14