04-07-2025, 04:38 AM
<< Artemis - Security Complex <<
== Petty Officer First Class Tassa “Ziggy” Zh’kol - NRC ==
Beaming onto the Klingon freighter, Ziggy could already tell that there had been a fight the moment she drew her first breath. Aside from the reek of the ship, there was blood in the air, and it lingered heavily. Tassa shrugged and looked back at the three other duty team members that had come aboard with them.
“Last comm message from the Chief was to secure Klingons and search for keys. Once you are done, get back to the ship so we don’t overcrowd this place.”
They nodded, though Crewman Aitken looked out of his element.
“Cakes, you are with me.”
“I really wish you wouldn’t call me that,” Aitken wasn’t fond of his nickname, and Zh’kol could readily agree - she’d make heads roll if anyone ever called her something similar.
Despite his fondness for desserts, Jamie Aitken was a trim and toned man, with charcoal hair paired with stunningly radiant blue eyes. It was a surprise to Tassa when she’d stopped by the armory to grab him, as she was expecting someone who could barely meet physical reqs. As they talked, she realized that he had an iron willpower. The man worshipped sugar. Jamie knew of cakes that Ziggy had never even heard of, even ones from Andoria. Yet, he stayed trim. Apparently he only allowed himself a few bites at most of any dessert; each and every bite was savored.
“Bad habit of mine. I usually call people by nicknames instead of their real names. Like me, for instance. Few could pronounce my last name properly. So they decided just to shorten it to something much easier to say. That’s how I got Ziggy.”
“Think I could get something more…”
“...cool? No. That isn’t how that works. Plus you wouldn’t like other nicknames I’d come up with for you.”
“You could always call me James,” Aitken smirked, but why Tassa couldn’t say until he spelled it out for her.
“James? James Bond.”
“No idea who that is, but you either get Cakes or Achy.”
Jamie sighed as they approached the main group, where Calleja and others were gathered.
“Chief,” Ziggy said in the regular greeting that she always gave every Chief of Security since she’d been aboard the Artemis, her antennae gently leaning forward.
“Here, figured you’d be thirsty after ripping and tearing Klingons,” she handed the amazon a thermos filled with her favorite post-workout beverage, along with a knowing grin.
It would no doubt be a sight to see the two standing together. Ziggy was an athletically slim Andorian, better known for her quickness, agility, and hand-eye coordination. Whereas Calleja was all muscle, and even that was probably an understatement. Where the two really got along was their aggressiveness in combat, and love for hand-to-hand weapons. Zh’kol never left the ship as part of an away party without her ushaan-tor, and Mara had taught her new ways to wield her cultural weapon. If it came down to hand-to-hand, Ziggy preferred to end fights as fast as possible with furious tenacity. Again, Calleja had already taught her a few new tricks there too.
“Crewman Aitken here has brought an assortment of goodies to get us through the door. If he and Ensign Eun Ju Han can’t pick the locks, we’ve got options.”
Crewman Aitken stood in between Ziggy and Mara, giving Calleja a salute before standing at ease. There was a smile on his face, though why Tassa had no idea. He stood there stupidly grinning for a few moments before Zh’kol rolled her eyes.
“Why are you still standing here? Go help the Engineering Ensign with those locks Crewman!”
“Oh, right. Aye aye,” Jamies said sheepishly before fleeing their presence.
Once Aitken was away from Mara and Tassa, Ziggy spoke again.
“Heard you’ve had no shortage of fun. Blood and guts, plus a stowaway,” Ziggy’s antennae leaned forward inquisitively, but she decided not to press the Chief unless she wanted to say something about it.
“Never a dull moment for you. How many Klingons did you take out anyway? I need to update the betting pool.”
== tags for Calleja and anyone with her! ==
== Petty Officer First Class Tassa “Ziggy” Zh’kol - NRC ==
Beaming onto the Klingon freighter, Ziggy could already tell that there had been a fight the moment she drew her first breath. Aside from the reek of the ship, there was blood in the air, and it lingered heavily. Tassa shrugged and looked back at the three other duty team members that had come aboard with them.
“Last comm message from the Chief was to secure Klingons and search for keys. Once you are done, get back to the ship so we don’t overcrowd this place.”
They nodded, though Crewman Aitken looked out of his element.
“Cakes, you are with me.”
“I really wish you wouldn’t call me that,” Aitken wasn’t fond of his nickname, and Zh’kol could readily agree - she’d make heads roll if anyone ever called her something similar.
Despite his fondness for desserts, Jamie Aitken was a trim and toned man, with charcoal hair paired with stunningly radiant blue eyes. It was a surprise to Tassa when she’d stopped by the armory to grab him, as she was expecting someone who could barely meet physical reqs. As they talked, she realized that he had an iron willpower. The man worshipped sugar. Jamie knew of cakes that Ziggy had never even heard of, even ones from Andoria. Yet, he stayed trim. Apparently he only allowed himself a few bites at most of any dessert; each and every bite was savored.
“Bad habit of mine. I usually call people by nicknames instead of their real names. Like me, for instance. Few could pronounce my last name properly. So they decided just to shorten it to something much easier to say. That’s how I got Ziggy.”
“Think I could get something more…”
“...cool? No. That isn’t how that works. Plus you wouldn’t like other nicknames I’d come up with for you.”
“You could always call me James,” Aitken smirked, but why Tassa couldn’t say until he spelled it out for her.
“James? James Bond.”
“No idea who that is, but you either get Cakes or Achy.”
Jamie sighed as they approached the main group, where Calleja and others were gathered.
“Chief,” Ziggy said in the regular greeting that she always gave every Chief of Security since she’d been aboard the Artemis, her antennae gently leaning forward.
“Here, figured you’d be thirsty after ripping and tearing Klingons,” she handed the amazon a thermos filled with her favorite post-workout beverage, along with a knowing grin.
It would no doubt be a sight to see the two standing together. Ziggy was an athletically slim Andorian, better known for her quickness, agility, and hand-eye coordination. Whereas Calleja was all muscle, and even that was probably an understatement. Where the two really got along was their aggressiveness in combat, and love for hand-to-hand weapons. Zh’kol never left the ship as part of an away party without her ushaan-tor, and Mara had taught her new ways to wield her cultural weapon. If it came down to hand-to-hand, Ziggy preferred to end fights as fast as possible with furious tenacity. Again, Calleja had already taught her a few new tricks there too.
“Crewman Aitken here has brought an assortment of goodies to get us through the door. If he and Ensign Eun Ju Han can’t pick the locks, we’ve got options.”
Crewman Aitken stood in between Ziggy and Mara, giving Calleja a salute before standing at ease. There was a smile on his face, though why Tassa had no idea. He stood there stupidly grinning for a few moments before Zh’kol rolled her eyes.
“Why are you still standing here? Go help the Engineering Ensign with those locks Crewman!”
“Oh, right. Aye aye,” Jamies said sheepishly before fleeing their presence.
Once Aitken was away from Mara and Tassa, Ziggy spoke again.
“Heard you’ve had no shortage of fun. Blood and guts, plus a stowaway,” Ziggy’s antennae leaned forward inquisitively, but she decided not to press the Chief unless she wanted to say something about it.
“Never a dull moment for you. How many Klingons did you take out anyway? I need to update the betting pool.”
== tags for Calleja and anyone with her! ==