06-17-2024, 12:40 AM
It had been a bit of a surprise to Mara to get the call to help with another party, and definitely had been another surprise when she saw who had called her. But the newly-minted Chief of Security had something of a soft spot for anyone who treated people as well as Ju seemed to, and it was definitely good news that the young engineer was joining the crew, so she’d agreed to help and pitched in.
Mara had put her list of contacts at Ju’s disposal and called in a couple of favours to get Support on board. She’d also leaned on a few of the opinion shapers in Security to make sure there was a solid turnout, although like most Security personnel the prospect of free drinks had been plenty to get them here. There had been a constant stream of off-duty gold tunics through the door of the lounge.
As she finished setting up the equipment, the Bandaran turned to look around. Calleja was dressed in her usual heavy black pants and boots, the left side of her head shaved and her hair braided and brushed over her right shoulder. Her olive green sleeveless top showed off her incredibly hard-earned muscular arms and wide shoulders, but it also bore a huge crest with a stylised unicorn standing up and holding a chainsaw at the end of each arm. It was an in-joke with the Captain but the Security chief had been unable to resist, even if very few others were going to understand the relevance.
With her work done, Mara decided it was time to eat and headed to the ramen station. Korean culture wasn’t her strong suit but she had been around when the bar was set up and the instructions given, so she knew what was what. Picking up the biggest bowl she could find, she ladled out a generous portion of noodles and dressed the bowl with pretty much everything on offer - meat, eggs, vegetables, the works. She loved her food spicy so she’d gone in on the peppers and gochujang too.
Mara turned around, letting the conversations wash over her as she worked her chopsticks like a pro. Damian and Ju were putting on quite the show and that made her grin. But her head tilted as she heard her name, and she listened as it turned out it was Sydesh who had said it.
Not this again. I swear, I should have left that little bitch on that station…
“I get a bit of vocal coaching from Ensign Halee every now and then. And she cannot stop talking about her star pupil. Never misses a session. Practices daily. Never named her, but she did let slip that it’s someone senior in Security who talks like a docker. That leaves one very big suspect…” Beka’s voice trailed off.
Oh hell no. And I am so given’ Halee shit for that.
The doctor was in the process of giving away one of Mara’s bigger secrets - hidden away under the muscles and the accent was a singing voice every bit as well-trained and powerful as the rest of her. Music was a refuge for the Bandaran. It helped her decompress and escape into another world. But there was absolutely no part of her that was remotely ready for performing publicly.
Calleja was still wolfing down noodles as she discretely moved through the party-goers, happy to use Ju’s somaek demo as cover until she was stood behind Miller and Sydesh. She leant forward, her voice soft.
“You out me, I will take great pleasure in makin’ your life on board this ship a very special kinda hell that only Security can do,” Mara said to Beka, loud enough only for the two redheads to hear. “You might be datin’ one of my friends but I will still fuck you up if you keep comin’ after me. You don’t wanna be friends, fine. Message received. Now here’s one from me. Back off.”
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Mara had put her list of contacts at Ju’s disposal and called in a couple of favours to get Support on board. She’d also leaned on a few of the opinion shapers in Security to make sure there was a solid turnout, although like most Security personnel the prospect of free drinks had been plenty to get them here. There had been a constant stream of off-duty gold tunics through the door of the lounge.
As she finished setting up the equipment, the Bandaran turned to look around. Calleja was dressed in her usual heavy black pants and boots, the left side of her head shaved and her hair braided and brushed over her right shoulder. Her olive green sleeveless top showed off her incredibly hard-earned muscular arms and wide shoulders, but it also bore a huge crest with a stylised unicorn standing up and holding a chainsaw at the end of each arm. It was an in-joke with the Captain but the Security chief had been unable to resist, even if very few others were going to understand the relevance.
With her work done, Mara decided it was time to eat and headed to the ramen station. Korean culture wasn’t her strong suit but she had been around when the bar was set up and the instructions given, so she knew what was what. Picking up the biggest bowl she could find, she ladled out a generous portion of noodles and dressed the bowl with pretty much everything on offer - meat, eggs, vegetables, the works. She loved her food spicy so she’d gone in on the peppers and gochujang too.
Mara turned around, letting the conversations wash over her as she worked her chopsticks like a pro. Damian and Ju were putting on quite the show and that made her grin. But her head tilted as she heard her name, and she listened as it turned out it was Sydesh who had said it.
Not this again. I swear, I should have left that little bitch on that station…
“I get a bit of vocal coaching from Ensign Halee every now and then. And she cannot stop talking about her star pupil. Never misses a session. Practices daily. Never named her, but she did let slip that it’s someone senior in Security who talks like a docker. That leaves one very big suspect…” Beka’s voice trailed off.
Oh hell no. And I am so given’ Halee shit for that.
The doctor was in the process of giving away one of Mara’s bigger secrets - hidden away under the muscles and the accent was a singing voice every bit as well-trained and powerful as the rest of her. Music was a refuge for the Bandaran. It helped her decompress and escape into another world. But there was absolutely no part of her that was remotely ready for performing publicly.
Calleja was still wolfing down noodles as she discretely moved through the party-goers, happy to use Ju’s somaek demo as cover until she was stood behind Miller and Sydesh. She leant forward, her voice soft.
“You out me, I will take great pleasure in makin’ your life on board this ship a very special kinda hell that only Security can do,” Mara said to Beka, loud enough only for the two redheads to hear. “You might be datin’ one of my friends but I will still fuck you up if you keep comin’ after me. You don’t wanna be friends, fine. Message received. Now here’s one from me. Back off.”
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