Tour

Posted on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 11:45pm by Captain Rueben Gregnol & Reessem Nubohn KIA (*)
Edited on on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 11:45pm

Mission: Mission 1 - Bridges
Location: Various
Timeline: MD 07 08:55
2109 words - 4.2 OF Standard Post Measure

Rueben couldn’t believe he was sat here in this junior officers quarters feeling awkward and useless. This was the Security Officer who could wrestle Klingons without thinking about it, this was a very awkward man who was falling in love for the first time and it was the young woman who was watching the film with a smile on her beautiful face. He looked at the wall while, thinking of something further to say, a casual tidbit or light hearted snippet. He could feel Kea beside him on the couch, picture in his mind the way she sat with her legs on the cushions, her knees tucked under her. The woman was in a state of continuous ease, he envied her for it.

"You're good at this." He said finally, breaking the silence drifting between them and threatening his tenuous grip on the relaxation he felt. Jeassaho glanced at him unsure of the expression on his face.

"Good at what?" She wondered swinging the bottle of vodka between them to pour another glass. The shirt rose higher as she stretched to get the bottle. The shirt looked more worn the closure you got to it.

"At being you." Rueben was distracted by the warm buzzing feeling in his head, and the way Kea's shirt kept creeping up when ever she moved. Just then, he was curious as the feel of her skin, it looked to him much like velvet, soft and supple and fine to the touch. "At being all pleasant and breezy." He accepted the shot and wrinkled his nose as he took it down in one fowl swoop.

"Well I am me... Do you not like it?" She wondered smiling at his face as he took in the vodka. It had been his choice after all.

"I just wish I found it as easy" He admitted. The woman smiled a little, things were easy when you were at ease with yourself.

Rueben woke with a start sitting up bare chested looking wildly around his room, for a split second he thought he was on the Victory curled up with his fiancée but as the realisation hit him so did the pain of what had happened hit him.

“Rueben... You have a visitor on the gangway!” The growing familiar voice of the Administrator, Reessem Nubohn came through the ships intercom right by his ear. He lent out and pressed the button than would allow him to talk back.

“Ten minutes just give me ten minutes,” He mumbled waking up quickly. A visitors could only mean the cook he had met a few days before. Within the ten minutes promised he appeared on the gangway looking at the woman who stood there guarding the gangway instead of the Security that they normally had

“You don’t want to know why it is me...” Reessem started but stopped as the man held up his hand to stop her explanation. He didn’t need to hear it.

“I don’t need to know.” He said simply turning his gaze to look at the woman.“Sober I hope?” He asked by way of greeting.

Nann Groshlugh was short and stout. Most of her people were, stout that is. Her snout sniffed at the air, thinking the tall one thought she was drunk. Why would he think that?

When she saw him a few days back, she thought him a dream. He had a habit of drinking too much, but she could look past that. She was looking forward to cooking for this man. Nann would personally hand deliver his meals if he so wished. She would deliver much more than meals if he wished.

She didn't care for the female that kept her from entering, despite the fact Nann had been personally invited aboard by Reuben Gregnol, the man in charge. The woman was two refined with a snooty accent. Nann put up a good argument with Reesem. It was what Tellarites enjoyed the most. Arguing was an art to them.

Cooking was another art that Nann did very well. The trouble was, when Nann put the two arts together, her co-workers didn't like her as well. So, when the handsome Reuben offered her a job aboard his ship, she jumped at the chance. She wouldn't mind jumping on him, either. She could just eat him all up, just like his namesake sandwich. At least it was made with beef; no pork there.

When Reuben posed the question, she pointed to the snooty accented woman. Her snout went up in the air as it left out a quick snort. "She wouldn't let me pass. I told her you'd be upset if you were roused before I had the chance to fix you your breakfast."

"Thanks Rees." Rueben said with a smile at the administrator. She was just doing her job and doing it better than it seemed the people who were meant to be guarding the gangway, "She's okay." He said and instantly Reessem let the woman past, if the older man said she was okay, she was okay. She stepped back and freed up a space to let the new cook pass onto the ship .

"Hmmmph!" Nann snorted with her nose in the air as she passed Reessem. "You might want to work on your people skills." Turning her attention back to the handsome Reuben, she asked in her sexy voice, "How can I please you this morning?"

Reessem just rolled her eyes and sat back down on the chair that she moved to the open gangway. She didn’t care much about the woman’s opinion of her, she would learn not to mess with the teenager, she was the person who paid them all. Rueben saw the tension and sighed moving thing along quickly.

“You don’t need to please me... It’s the crew that needs feeding. A team marches on there stomach...” Da... that was nearly the correct phrase but she would get the drift He mused with a small smile.

"I hate to argue," she lied, swatting his Reuben's tush as she walked by, "but if by feeding the crew I please you, then so be it, darling. You can expect your meals delivered to your quarters. Just keep that pompous little wisp of a thing out of my kitchen."

Nann stepped into the ship, then remembered she didn't know where things were on the inside. Sheepishly looking back at the handsome one she had left standing on the gangway. She winked at him and asked, "Could I have my personal tour on the way to the kitchen?"

Rueben looked back stunned at being slapped on his behind. He had attended Starfleet mandatory sexual harassment classes, so it threw him for a moment. He shook his head. "That wisp makes sure we all get paid." He said softly, his accent was evident as he led her to the nearest turbo lift. "I mostly go to the mess like most of the crew. What locations do you wish to know?"

A smile developed on Nann's face as she peered past Reuben's shoulder at the girl. One thing that Nann knew above all else was this: If you want to conquer a man's heart, you have to go through his stomach. She was way ahead of her competition for this man's heart. "I'm glad you agree with me Big Guy," she said with a snorty chuckle.

Nann placed a hoof to her chin. "Well, I suppose ou should show me the kitchen. That's where I'll spend my days. Also, if you have a spa where I can get a mud bath once in a while, that would be great. But on the way, show me to your quarters, unless you'd rather go to mine." She gave him a wink; under her snout she sported a grin.

Rueben rolled his eyes at the new chef and shook his head. "Never gonna happen Naan." He said as the Turbo lift door opened and he stepped inside.

Nann stepped inside the lift with the handsome man. "You may say so, but I feel that animal magnetism being drawn to me." She tucked in her tummy, boosted her bossoms, and batted her lashes. "Who would blame you?"

"Never gonna happen Chef." The Executive Officer assured smiling a little more. He had to give her points for guts.

Nann saw the smile. A twinkle came to her eye. Damn, he's handsome. I'd love to show him I can cook in bed too!

Peering up at the security camera, Nann wondered if it was working. "I understand. You've got to keep up the image. You can get with me later as to when and where."

Rueben rolled his eyes and held up his hand showing a band on his finger. “Engaged.” He assured quickly not wanting her to get the wrong idea of why she was here. He really needed a cook, not everyone could survive on cold meals.

Nann peered at the ring, then looked at his face and winked with a grin. "Don't worry, I'll keep our little secret."

"I mean it... " He said softly as the door to the turbo lift stopped and he held the door for her. once outside he led the way down the corridor to the crew mess and let her walk inside first.

"Yeh," Nann said with a chuckle and a snort, "I hear ya." But my heart knows better

The chef eyed the old kitchen. True, it was a little outdated. Well, a lot outdated. But, Nann was confident the handsome man in charge would get her what she needed. As long as things worked properly, she'd make some of the best food these folks had ever put inside their pie hole.

"Just like our relationship," she mused. "I'll make it work." The man was starting to think that Naan really wasn't getting what he was saying to her in the slightest. The Executive Officer didn't know how Barton had been expecting to feed people but at least now they had someone. Even if he might have been the bait to get her onboard.

"I tell you what," Nann expressed with excitement. "Let me start on breakfast. You can show me later where I can get a mud bath. If you're not busy then, which I understand you're an important man here, but perhaps you can join me in a dip."

"I mean it Naan... No mean knows. I really offered you the job for the food." He sat in his usual seat and smiled. "My crew need food. My fiancee is Betazoid not worth my life." He said clearly thinking of Jeassaho and his dream from earlier.

"Oh, I'm an expert at food too," Nann chuckled. Then as if letting him in on a little secret, "It comes with the chef title."

She began checking what might be in stock, so she could determine what she could prepare. She imagined that between getting things stocked and the cooking, she wouldn't have much time for other things. Unless the handsome man in charge needed a little attention.

"How many did you say I needed to prepare for?"

"I would say about 30 to be on the safe side." He wasn't sure how many people Barton had planned but that seemed a good enough number. 30 was a good number to divide people by. Ten on each watch if needed to be seeing most of the old systems were automated now.

Nann took in the information. Thirty was a small number, compared to what she was used to preparing. It would almost be like cooking for a large family instead of patrons.

"Piece of cake, Toots," she said, winking at Reuben. "Now, if you don't mind, I'll have to begrudgingly kick you out of my kitchen so I can start breakfast. I'll deliver yours to wherever you need."

"Bridge." Rueben said relieved that he was getting out of there scott free. He quickly turned and headed towards the door. His stomach was looking forward to some decent food.

She had decided upon giving the crew a choice between crepes with a cheese cake filling, topped with fresh strawberries and a passion fruit sauce or a frittata with chicken sausage instead of pork. Nann shook her head; she didn't understand why so many enjoyed pork. Her thoughts switched to the handsome man in charge. Now there's a man that can cook with me in my kitchen anytime.

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Rueben Gregnol
Executive Officer
SS Mary Rose

Nann Groshlugh
Chef
SS Mary Rose