Lieutenant Commander Marty Tucker - Alone Time
Martin Tucker
Marty was trying to pack as fast as he could. They had reservations, and if they were going to make it to check in, they needed to get going. Marty had been planning this for a while since the word about shore leave came down. It was finally time for them to spend more than five minutes together. And he was looking forward to some time away from the ship with Rox. He felt like he earned it after the last mission and had almost been irradiated enough to be considered a glowstick.
He’d picked out the Celestial Tide Sanctuary; of all the choices, this one was the one Marty wanted. Secluded, and as romantic as it would get, and that’s what Marty was shooting for. He wasn’t sure what it was about Rox that made him so smitten, but here they were, and he wouldn’t change a thing. He stuffed a couple more shirts into his suitcase along with everything one would need for a few days away from the Ronin. While he was always nervous about leaving engineering in someone else's hands. He had full confidence in Lieutenant Morgan; she’d just finished up shore leave, so it was her turn to hold down the fort while Marty got some much-needed downtime.
Speaking of Morga, he tapped his combadge.
Tucker: Tucker to Lieutenant Morgan..
It didn’t take her but a few seconds to respond, which most likely meant she was working.
Morgan: =/\= Yes, Chief? =/\=
Marty smiled, and it came through in his voice.
Tucker: You got a handle on everything while I’m away?
He was pretty sure he heard the eye roll from here.
Morgan: =/\= Yessir, we’ll be fine without for a couple of days. =/\=
Marty stifled a chuckle; she was usually on the ball, and today was no different.
Tucker: Good to hear, Tucker out.
Marty closed up his suitcase and looked in the mirror. He was in jeans and a Pearl Jam t-shirt with Chucks on his feet. He tapped his combadge.
Tucker: Tucker to Rox, you packed yet?
Rox: =/\= Response =/\=
He laughed at that.
Tucker: Well, hurry up, we’ve got reservations, and I don’t want to be late. Meet me in transporter room four so we can blow this popsicle stand.
Rox: =/\= Response =/\=
Tucker: Okay, okay, I’ll try not to rush greatness, just get the cute butt into gear. Transporter room four, meet me there in say, 10 minutes. Tucker out.
He didn’t give her time to reply; the more they talked, the less packing would be done on her part. And the longer it would take them to the surface. Marty closed his suitcase and grabbed it off his bed and headed out. He glanced back at his quarters, before the door swished close behind him.
Tucker: Computer, lock down the Chief Engineers quarters, authorization Tucker pi-alpha-9.
Computer: Acknowledge.
((Fifteen Minutes Later, Deck 9, Transporter Room 4, USS Ronin))
Marty walked through the doors of the transporter room, hoping that Rox would beat him here, but not such luck. Marty set down his suitcase and was about to tap his combadge when Rox appeared, looking beautiful as always, luggage in tow.
Tucker: You ready? I haven’t told you the destination cause I want it to be a surprise. I think you’re going to really like it.
Rox: Response
TAGS/TBC