Guess Who's On the Ship

Posted on Tue May 2nd, 2017 @ 12:55am by Jeassaho Kea (*)

Mission: Mission 3 - Negligence
Location: Deck 3 - Ward Room
Timeline: -MD06 00:20
1094 words - 2.2 OF Standard Post Measure

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Jeassaho yawned to herself as she wandered into the Wardroom as she finished her shift. As official Assistant Chief Engineer, she could now come and go in the ward Room without a reprimand from Reessem who seemed to think it her job to keep track of rules or more precisely what she was doing to report back. She was covered in a little dirt with her boiler suit tied around her waist and her curly hair tied up.

Sanuye finished his walk about the ship at the entrance to the wardroom. He had yet to know the ship in a meaningful way but he had at least made a start; he wasn't ready to sleep though he could sense the slumbering presence of Cinon through their connection. Dressed in a loose-fitting black shirt and pants with soft-soled boots, he entered and stood just inside and to one side. it was alien but that was to be expected. All Azhadi received training relating to 'service' and he was no different. He understood that alien ways were not his nor did he expect them to be. If he were in traditional service, there would have been a small edun with Amazi to welcome him at the end of a long day. The people, his people, did not assimilate. It is law. Was law, he reminded himself. Do the laws of my world apply to me any longer?

He pushed the thought aside as he looked about the room. He assumed that the ward room was their equivalent to the central fire; a place to interact with others, to spend time in the community and remembered that this was not a place of eating. It was encouraging though he couldn't for the life of him understand why they would choose such uncomfortable seating arrangements.

"There isn't much in here if you fancy a drink," Jeassaho called her back to the man just hearing the door swoosh open as she searched out a bottle of something that she had left the previous night. It was a sweet Bajoran liquor that she had taken a fancy to. She had to admit for the ship being mothballed for years there was a very good booze selection that had survived the purge of everything.

Sanuye moved up to stand beside her, intending to ask what it is was, and stopped. He emotionless facade dropped away and he smiled at the woman from the woods. "So this is where you had to get back to?"

Jeassaho jumped as the man came up beside her and just stood there watching for a moment before he spoke up. She turned and looked at him. "Yes... this is my home." She admitted with an easy smile. She looked grubby thanks to lubricator issues.

"And now, it is mine also," he replied. "I met your Captain on the docks." He looked about the bar, saw nothing he immediately recognised, and sighed audibly. "What would be good to drink?"

"He was who I was arguing with when you found me." The woman admitted deciding on a bottle. "Something sweet. Send us off to bed."

"I did not make the connection," he admitted. "I was asleep and the sounds woke me. I interfered only when your path took you too near the mother sehlat." He cocked his head slightly to one side. Reading had belonged to the Mo'aku, part of their mysteries, and so, was new to him. Though he did not possess the (traitorous) soul of a Mo'aku, he did enjoy words ... and reading ... and was developing many friendships trading books as he travelled. Which meant that anything with words on it was fair game these days. "What is that?"

"Well thank you for rescuing me either way." Sanuye didn't need to know about her troubles with Rueben really. It was complicated and he didn't seem like a complicated man. "It's a toffee liquor." Jeassaho smiled and grabbed two glasses off the side. She poured a small amount of the golden liquid into the glass and passed it to him before pouring a much bigger amount into her own glass.

He gestured toward a spot near the viewport, though, being planet-bound, it wasn't particularly impressive. He took the seat that gave him the best view of the room and followed up with a small, cautious sip. He nodded and smiled as he did so. "Good," he said. "My old teacher used to say that an Azhadi was a living weapon ... and living weapons don't drink anything more than water ... but we were boys and we found an old bottle." He chuckled at the memory. "And paid a price for the experience."

"I was never so cautious," Jeassaho said with a grin as she sat in one of the chairs. She glanced at her drink and took a big gulp of it enjoying the sweetness before the burning in her throat started.

He smiled in return and took another sip. "I am responsible for the safety of others," he said. "Being cautious is ... part of it. He squirmed slightly in the uncomfortable seat and then settled for stretching his long legs out to one side. "So, what do you do for the ship?"

"Can you not tell?" Jeassaho wondered looking at herself in the shiny wood around the old fashioned room. "I am an Engineer. I make sure the ship is hot and cold in the right places, the lights stay on and we move through the stars." The woman said with a small smile not feeling self-conscious about the dirt on her face.

"Noble calling," Sanuye said. "When did you know what you were meant to do? How old were you?"

"I don't know. I have three older siblings you see one onboard here and he rebelled against everyone becoming Doctors and I guess I just followed suit. I don't exactly suit being a Marine so Engineer it was." Jeassaho shrugged. Lweale and Niallo were perfect doctors, both heads of their chosen professions her and Lieddem had always just drifted.

"And are you happy, doing what you do?"

"Of course." Jeassaho relished the change from the top of the line federation ship to the oldest ship she actually knew of. It was a challenged and reminded her of why she became an Engineer. "So what are you doing here?" She finally asked downing the rest of her drink. It was the million dollar credit question.

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Lieutenant Commander (LOA) Jeassaho Kea
Engineer
SS Mary Rose

Sanuye
Chief of Security
SS Mary Rose