A Little Help

Posted on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 7:03pm by Captain Rueben Gregnol
Edited on on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 7:12pm

Mission: Mission 1 - Bridges
Location: Mary Rose
Timeline: MD 01 - 1800 Hrs
1353 words - 2.7 OF Standard Post Measure

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Rueben frowned as he walked towards the mess hall, he was starving and his head hurt worse that it had yesterday. He stopped dead as someone collided with him.

"Ah sorry." He muttered gruffly looking down at the unknown person. "You okay there?"

Allison scrunched her nose in pain as she regained her balance with the rather large dufflebag at her side. Looking up at the man, rather much taller man, almost a foot infact, Allison took in his features. Muscular, well defined jaw with a hint of stubble, and had that... straight edge look about him. Coming from the ship too, maybe she could con him into helping her move her stuff. Flashing a bright smile, Allison replied

"Oh yes, just struggling to get all my stuff aboard. Damn Starfleet brats ditched it all at the end of the gang plank and some of it is just so damn heavy." She made a show of letting her bag drop to the deck in a thud, winching as she rotated her shoulder.

Rueben rolled his eyes a little seeing the wicked look in her eyes. She was a charmed indeed knowing just the right amount of helplessness to put in her voice to make a man want to help her.

"You know all you need to do is ask and i will be more that willing to help. You don't need to use that tone or flatter those eyes at me." He said, he hadn't been security or an Executive Officer on one of the biggest ships in Starfleet for nothing.

"Well than Mr. No Fun, would you kindly help a lady with her bags?" Allison said pouting slightly to show her distaste at his refusal to play along.

"Of course i will help you. And you are?" Rueben wondered vaguely remembering a conversation with Barton about another new crew member coming on-board. He grinned at her in a roguish way, she didn't effect him at all.

"Allison." She said putting on a saucy smile and extending her hand. "And since you are tall dark and moody, I assume you must be the right hand man. Reuben or something if I recall Harkins correctly."

"I'm not moody." The man muttered hauling her bag up. He was a gentleman even I he looked like a rogue, with his battered leather jacket. Why did everyone think him moody? Wasn't he allowed to morn his old life and who he used to be. "I go by Rueben yes. So where to?"

"You mutter, you slouch ever so slightly and you don't seem to care about your appearance, no not moody at all." Allison replied with a shrug. She had grown up being taught how to catch all of the small tells that a person put out to tell their mood, he showed a few more than enough to draw conclusions. "No idea where to. All he told me was to show up to the ship with my stuff." If everyone thought that maybe he should use it as his thing to stay under the radar and out of trouble.

"Mmmm..." Was all the Russian said in response to her diagnosing that he was moody. She didn't know what he had gone through to get to just being able to breath there and then. "Fine... Grab your bag." He pushed it into her arms and started to grab some of her gear from the bottom of the gang plank. It was heavy but he didn't dare wonder what was in it, he didn't need or want to know what people were bringing onboard. "Lets get your stuff to where all our quarters are and then I was figure out where you actually belong."

Allison let out a huff as the bag was shoved into her arms, definitely not much of a gentlemen either apparently. "I'd be careful with that, the items in it can be a tad explosive if mistreated." Allison said sing song like as she slung her bag over her shoulder again and proceeded up the gang plank into the ship proper.

"I don't even want to know." He muttered as he lead the way to the nearest turbo lift. He kept glancing at her trying to work out what exactly she was about and why Barton had agreed to her if she was bringing things that were explosive on-board.

Allison watched him taking glances at her as they stood waiting for the turbolift. "Take a picture, it will last a little longer." She stated as she hiked the bag further up her shoulder as it slid down. "Or you know, ask the question that you're thinking."

The man smiled at her in a lazy way as the lift came and he hauled her stuff inside.

"Nothing just trying to work out how dangerous you are." He admitted as the door opened letting them out. He held the door open for her to get out.

"A girl never reveals her secrets." Allison replied as they stepped off of the turbolift and onto one of the better looking decks in terms of how it looked. Admittedly she was intrigued as to what he might think of her since he seemed to think he was a bit rough and tumble himself, which he probably was, at least a bit. "You ever figure that out though, you let me know. I've always wanted to know what a moody man would think of me."

"I am not moody." He muttered with a sigh. It was hard to be polite and executive officer like when he felt anything but it. Rueben wanted nothing more than to drown his sorrows until there was nothing left.

"Uh huh." Was all Allison replied as she took a look up and down the corridor trying to figure out what direction they should be going. "So uhh.. where to now? Big fancy set of quarters? Supply closet?" Rueben laughed a little showing he did have a sense of humour. He liked his room it was interesting to see the old style Starfleet rooms, completely different from the huge room he had, had on the Victory. He enjoyed the cosiness of the new room, let along the new facilities it offered.

"Well pick one... Only four are taken... I think the one next to mine and those few are free." He said pointing down the corridor. "There all the same." He mused.

"Get stuck next to Mr. Moody and let your gloom spread to me? No thanks." Allison said scrunching her nose in faux distaste as she walked down the corridor. Getting her own orientation to where the quarters would view out along the saucer if they had windows, she picked the third one down. "I'll take this one." She said halting in front of the doors, "Nice view of the aft of the ship... you know if they had windows. Maybe I can convince whoever you lot hired on as an engineer to install a holowall or some crap." She trailed off, a look of contemplation gracing her features.

"On this thing... Ha... Your be lucky." He muttered rolling his eyes. He was starting to not care that they thought him moody. It would work to his advantage.

"Well I'd have to figure out where to get a holodisplay that big first..." Allison trailed off as she started pondering the idea. Commerce Guild maybe, maybe even Starfleet could have some spare gear for it. She could install it herself if it came to it but that was no fun. Either way, she at least now had some plans for the rest of the day. "Well Moody, thank you for helping me with my bags." Allison said as she turned and faced the much taller man. "And finding me some quarters I guess."

"You are welcome." He said with a small smile. "Well you know where I live and I'm sure you can find my office if you need anything." He mused turning on his heels leaving for his own room.

::OFF::

Allison Price
Mercenary
SS Mary Rose

Rueben Gregnol
Executive Officer
SS Mary Rose