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Awkward ducks

Posted on Tue Oct 8th, 2019 @ 1:10pm by Petty Officer 2nd Class Halla Dezom & 1st Lieutenant Levi Drake

Mission: Temperance
Location: Cargo Bay
Timeline: 2396

Halla knew exactly why she was in the locker room putting on the away mission gear she had experience of a Seabase and not just any old Seabase but the one they were heading down to. It was going to be like going on a trip down memory lane and she was not sure she was going to enjoy the trip, the base had always had a strange feeling to it and why she had moved in the end, she never fit in with the crew there. It had been where she had been set to after the incident on the Viking where they had ended up in a post-apocalyptic future where the Dominion had returned and destroyed everything and anything.

"Two minutes." The woman called as she saw a figure in the doorway. She was running late only having got the requests twenty minutes ago.

Levi was about to chastise her when he stopped and did a double-take.

"Halla?" he asked, standing his ground sharply. "What are you doing?"

Halla did her own double take and turned mid trying to put on the vest. She had not worn tactical gear in years, she was not used to the vest in the one-piece variant of the standard uniform. "Um... Hi... Getting ready for the away mission."

He frowned, swapping his compression phaser rifle between his hands uncomfortably. "What do you mean? You're coming with us?"

"They needed someone with Seabase experience and science experience and luckily for the ship, I have both of them." The woman explained watching him for a second before returning to fixing the uniform into place properly.

"I just got the call." He watched as she gathered herself. "We're walking into the unknown down there. Possibly dangerous. I won't..." he hesitated. "I've got to be professional while we're on-mission, Halla. I can't afford to be distracted by...you know."

Halla looked at him and frowned. "I know that." The woman said softly. She was as professional as they came in enlisted. "Then you better start with Petty Officer Dezom, 1st Lieutenant." She said with a small smile despite her cooler words.

Levi straightened, sensing the momentary tension. "All right. We're meeting at the shuttle bay in five." He paused. "When we get back we need to finish that drink." He stated it as a fact rather than a suggestion.

The woman smirked at the man before laughing, he was very sure of himself that she would be going with him after the last way it ended. "Very sure of your self there Marine." She answered back.

"No one gets left behind. Just the way it is," he replied firmly. "Including technicians."

"Especially Technicians who lived on the base below for a year." She called out as she grabbed the rest of her equipemnt and shoved it all in her belt, tricorder, phaser and an old fashioned communicator.

He regarded her for a long moment. Probably too long. "Well, right now that base is dark. None of us know what to expect. All I'm asking for is caution."

Halla smiled calmly and slowly walked over stood next to him in the doorway assessing him as he had her. "I will be cautious." The woman assured holding up her pinky finger to him.

Levi stared at her outstretched little finger, not at all understanding the required response. "That's all I needed to know," he said, shouldering his rifle. "After you, Petty Officer."

"Sir." The woman frowned at him before she turned on her heels muttering to herself about humans and meant to understand a pinkie promise. Halla frowned more as she silently moved to the lift and stopped her muttering when he did not understand what she was going on about. He would mostly likely think her a little odder than before.

OFF::

Petty Officer 2nd Class Halla Dezom
Scientific Lab Technician
USS Cosmos
(PNPC Gregnol)

Lt Levi Drake
Marine Detachment
USS Cosmos

 

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