AT/D03-10 - Crew Quarters
Posted Star Date 22012.18 @ 01:09 (01:09 AM)
== During Shore Leave ==
The door to the rooms slid open and Beka dragged herself through. Shore leave was supposed to be a time of relaxation but the redhead had actually stepped up the intensity of her workouts. With very few people for company in the gyms she had been able to really push herself to her limits and see how long she could keep going.
There’s always a new bar to reach she thought as she picked an isotonic drink off the replicator pad and chugged the lot. I don’t think I’m ever going to be happy with where I am. Feeling like I’m giving it my best shot is about as close as I’m ever going to get!
Chucking the sweat-soaked towel onto the pad along with the empty glass, she replaced them both, taking the new full glass and the fresh towel and sinking onto the couch. The exhausted doctor wiped down her face, arms and legs as best she could, her all-lime green workout gear as vivid as ever.
The door chime sounded as Sydesh took a long swig from her drink.
“Who is it?” she called. There was no answer, just the chime ringing again. “Fine, be mysterious,” she said loudly, shifting position to face the door. “Open.”
When she saw who it was, she had already drawn in the breath to order the door closed again. Caesha Ast held up a hand, the almond-skinned woman quickly getting a foot in the door. She wore a plain black dress that hugged her lithe figure, long-sleeved and thigh-skimming, with a pair of heeled knee-length boots.
“Hey, I know you want to slam that thing in my face again,” she said. “Please don’t. Hear me out.”
There was an almost audible growl from Beka.
“Give me one good reason why I want to do that,” the redhead said. “You wore out your welcome when you ghosted me. Left me chasing shadows for weeks.”
“Because… Because that hurt me too,” Caesha said. “I know you won’t believe me but I really regret doing that. I need to tell you I’m sorry.” She smiled, chocolate brown eyes lighting up. “Plus, we made some magic that night.”
“Yeah. Yeah we did.” The hostility in Beka’s eyes hadn’t so much as flickered. “Which is why it really hurt when you took off. I went to sleep thinking we were at the start of something special. And then I woke up to find you gone. It was your damn bed and you’d still run off! No word, nothing, until you reappear without a word of warning and want another go-round, no strings. And you were actually surprised when I closed the door.”
“I’m sorry, that wasn’t fair of me.” Caesha exhaled slowly. “Look, can I come in? Can we talk?”
“What do we have to talk about?” The redhead shrugged. “I’m good with this being it.”
There was an awkward pause, and then Caesha stepped inside anyway. The door hummed closed behind her as she sat herself down on the other end of the couch.
“I want to explain myself,” she said. “And if I have to risk that ginger temper of yours to do it, then so be it.”
Beka shook her head and sighed.
“Fine. Say your piece,” she said irritably. “Then you need to go.”
“And I will, if you still want me to,” Caesha said. She ignored the dismissive snort from the redhead and pressed on. “But you… You’ve been on my mind the whole time since that night. You came into my world like this fireball I never saw coming. And we connected on so many levels… The things you made me feel… I didn’t know how to handle it. Still don’t, really. It was just so... intense seeing you there after. And I’m so ashamed that I ran away but I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Stay and tell me any of this?” Beka shot back. “That would have been better. And coming back to talk to me first before propositioning me. Do you know how cheap that made me feel?”
“Once I made the mistake, I didn’t know how to undo it,” Caesha said. “I should have come back. But then once I’d hidden away for one day, I didn’t know how angry you’d be. And one day became two, became a week, became two weeks…” She sighed. “I was wrong to come back and ask that of you, but I thought you might be more ready to forgive me after another night to remember.”
An uncomfortable silence settled between the two women.
“What do you want me to say?” Beka asked, her voice soft. “That all is forgiven? I can’t say that.” She let out a heartfelt sigh. “What you did… It played to every insecurity I have. I was absolutely convinced I’d scared you off somehow, that it was something I did. That connection between us is something I’ve craved for so long.”
“Me too.” Caesha reached out tenderly, taking Beka’s hand in hers. “I don’t want anything casual with you. I want there to be an us.”
“You’re way too late for that.” Beka pulled her hand away. “I’m in a relationship.”
The other woman laughed softly.
“No, you’re not,” she said. “You’ve said it yourself, at that Talaxian party.”
“How do you know about that?” There was a sudden flare of anger on Beka’s face. “That was a private conversation! It was absolutely not fodder for this ridiculous Support spy network! And I am not single.”
“I hate to say this to you, but you really are,” she said. “Nathan dumped you and you know it.”
“OK, that’s it,” Beka snapped. “Get out. You know nothing about me and Nathan, not a damn thing!”
“Honey, I do,” Caesha said pleadingly. “You’re over until some unspecified time in the future where he may or may not want you back. That’s not a relationship. That’s not even the friend zone.”
“Get. Out.” The words left Beka’s lips like gunshots. She glared at Caesha until eventually the teacher threw up her hands.
“Fine. I’ll go,” she replied, standing up. “But you know I’m right. And I know you’ve got the same feelings of regret that I do, that we might be missing out on something amazing. I’m not going to give up on us.”
The doctor said nothing, her hostile glare talking for her until Caesha finally turned around and left. When the door closed behind her, Beka so wanted to find something to throw. Her arm went back with the drink in her hand but she let out a frustrated yell and put the glass down on the table instead.
“Damn her…” she murmured, her head hanging from her shoulders as she sat forward.
Truth be told… I don’t know that I can argue with a single thing she said. I don’t feel single. But is that me just clinging onto forlorn hopes? Nathan patently wasn’t ready for us. Oblivious as I am, I know that now. Will he ever be? And down the road, is it me he’ll want when he is ready again?
With those thoughts running through her mind, she kicked off her training shoes and headed for the shower to clean up.
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== Ens Nat Okehampton, Security NRC. During shore leave ==
Unlike her roommate, Nat had been doing her best to try and unwind during shore leave. Right before the break she had been given her Ensign pip and she had never been so relieved to be handed anything in her life. From the start she’d had, to be able to turn it around enough to get that promotion felt like a huge achievement.
I was getting so tense she thought to herself. When all the pips were getting handed out and I didn’t get one… That was so tough!
The Security officer was curled up on the corner of the couch in a black bodysuit, her long hair hanging loose, reading a story on a PADD. She had the place to herself for the day, with Beka away on her Security training course. There was a big image of a crackling fire on the room’s viewscreen to remind her of home. It helped her to relax.
The peace was shattered when the door chime sounded. Sighing, Nat laid the PADD down on the couch and went to answer it. When the door opened, a dark-skinned woman in a short dress looked almost shocked to see her.
“Er, hi. Is… erm. Is Beka in?”
“No, she’s not,” Nat replied. “She’s a busy girl at the moment. A lot to do.” The brunette tilted her head. “I know you. Caesha, right?”
“Yeah,” the other woman said. “Did she talk about me?”
“Yes. Yes she did.” Nat’s formerly amiable expression had chilled, her eyes positively icy. “You’re the one that likes to play with people.”
Caesha looked taken aback.
“No, that must be someone else…” she started.
“I’m not wrong. It’s you.” Nat folded her arms and stood square in the doorway. “You ran out on her before and now you’re trying to manipulate your way back in.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Caesha replied, looking defensive. “What we have is…”
“Over.” Okehampton interrupted with an air of finality.
Caesha laughed nervously.
“Honey. No, it’s not,” she said.
“Yes it is. I don’t think you’re understanding me clearly enough, so let me spell it out.” Nat unfolded her arms, holding them loosely by her side. “You may think Support have the best networks, but it’s nothing compared to Security. I know all about you, Caesha Ast. I know about the strikes on previous ships for suspect relationships. And I know the word we normally use for people who convince others to sleep with them on false pretences. It’s not a nice word. But if I ever see you again, I’m going to make sure it’s forever associated with you.”
The colour had drained from Caesha’s face.
“You wouldn’t dare…” she whispered.
“Try me.” Nat held the woman’s frightened stare.
“I… I just…” Caesha mumbled. “Tell her I’m sorry.” She gave Nat a last despairing look and left without looking back.
The Security officer watched her go then closed the door. She took a few uncertain steps and then sank to the couch, the frosty expression replaced with a wide-eyed horror.
I did that far too well… I’m a monster…
Nat really wasn’t a natural when it came to threatening people. Her hands were shaking as she picked up the coffee cup and drained it.
It had to be done, or I’d be picking Beka out of another depression in a few days. The worrying part is, I hadn’t actually done any looking into Caesha. But she set off that policeman’s sense. And turns out I was right. I can only hope I’ve scared her into behaving, because if she turns her tricks on someone else and they get hurt I’m going to feel so guilty...
With a deep breath, she calmed herself down and picked up her dataslate again.
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== demeure d’Ramius et d’Asil ==
The entire day had revolved around making himself scarce. Which, for Nathan, meant hiding away in his Quarters as much as humanly possible. Even if he had been feeling at all social, which he hadn’t, and even if he hadn’t broken up with Beka, which he had, going to a Christmas related event was strictly out of the question for him. The memories were already hitting him like a freight train going downhill in the Alps with no brakes. While he might have turned to drink in order to quell the disquiet, Ramius had decided to try and be as productive as possible instead.
Various incarnations of bowl-types, and half-completed miniatures lined his desk. Many of the woodworks just weren’t up to his own, very critical, and exacting standards. Even though Nathan was still very much the amateur in the new realm he was dipping his toes into, he simply couldn’t allow himself a break. Even as he followed tutorial after tutorial on trying to make figurines, Nathan couldn’t figure out the proportions correctly: every wood piece looked like a statue from Easter Island. It had got to the point where he had grown so frustrated, that Nathan stabbed one of the creations in the chest, impaled on the desk.
So, when carving hadn’t worked out, Ramius moved on to several of his puzzle books that he kept around. Those eventually dried up, and he moved to his console. Pushing aside the failed carvings (save for the impaled one), knocking several to the floor, he dove into a couple of computer generated 4-D sudoku compilations. The young man hadn’t taken into account how much of the previous frustration lingered however, and soon that emotion spilled into his problem solving. Stubborn, he continued. Hours passed, and slowly he made some headway, though not nearly fast enough for his liking. When the computer showed him how far behind he was from where he usually was in the timeframe allotted, he cursed loudly. Then, he yawned.
With his brain finally tired, Nathan had made his way to his bed. The hope was that, with an exhausted mind, he’d be able to put in for a nap; something he rarely did, but needed with the lack of sleep he had been getting. It wasn’t to be, as there was only one person Nathan could think of. A waltz filled his ears despite the room being completely silent. Images of her came upon his closed eyes unbidden, and soon enough his heart was pounding.
That is when Ramius had leapt from his bed, quickly dressed himself, then ran over to his instrument case. Had he timed himself, Nathan would have beat any previous records for tuning his Cello, so great was his desire to fill the room with music that wasn’t related to his memories.
Feverishly, he worked on the most classic of concertos first, Bach’s Cello Suites. Though, the rhythm wasn’t what he had wanted, and so he moved on. Dipping in and out of sonatas and concertos from the Baroque, Classical, and Romantic eras, he thrummed rather zealously and off-time. When the computer had chided him for the umpteenth about his improvised notes, Nathan was nearly about ready to turn to a bottle he had squirreled away. Instead, he convinced himself to work on another time period; songs from the Twentieth and Twenty-first Centuries.
Playing alongside three other instruments in a string-quartet, Nathan lost himself in the dulcet tones of the converted-to-string notes. There, in covers of songs, he could improvise to his heart’s content. That was, until he heard the incredible thud against his door.
Immediately, Nathan rose and headed to the portal, cello-bow still in hand.
I’m not expecting anyone. Certainly not at this hour.
When the door swished wide, the smell of smoke and a slight hint of alcohol permeated his nostrils. There were many people Nathan might have expected at his door. Yet, somehow, the six-three Argelian holding a pair of boots and a jacket wasn’t one of them. For a moment, they seemed to stare at one another, with Ramius unsure what to say to the intruder. Then the other man fixed that issue for the both of them by making introductions.
Standing rather still, Nathan’s eyebrow raised up at the mention of a drink from Asil. The polite side wrestled with his inner hermit, of which the former won out as soon as Ramius felt the aching pain from his overworked fingers.
“Suuuure. Just a moment.”
Popping back inside his bedroom, Nathan returned the bow back to the case, being sure to release the tension on the hair before storing it.
I don’t remember being told I was getting a roommate. Maybe Cera forgot to tell me? he thought briefly, before looking to his console and realizing he hadn’t actually read any messages for the day; instead ignoring the outside world as much as possible.
“Hmmm. ****,” Nathan said under his breath before turning around, and heading back out into the shared living room.
Again, the smell of smoke from a campfire filled his nose, and it took him back to a relatively recent memory in the mountains of Colorado. It was odd, to Nathan, to have a fond memory of that time. Though he shrugged and accepted it regardless, as his brain was quickly running out of room for negativity.
“Hello again. Ah, I'm Nathan. And sorry about that. Had to put the bow back in its case,” his hand motioned back toward his room, while his thumb pointed.
“Smells like you had a good time Asil,” a grin formed on Ramius’ face, his hand returning to his side, “a little booze and campfire?”
“Don’t suppose you got to meet your boss down there? Or better yet, don’t suppose you ran into any of the lovely ladies of Artemis?”
The last bit was more for Nathan’s benefit than anything. A subtle way to discover just who had went to the surface for the celebration that he had skillfully avoided.
== tag Asil! ==
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=Ramius & Asil =
Asil smiled and took a moment to go to his quarters to stow his belongings. Now this looks my room... he thought.
He left his doors open to hear when Nathan returned to the common area. He replicated a few glasses and met his roommate. He sensed that Nathan’s question was more than simple curiosity about the party, but until he knew more, there’s no harm in being honest but let’s have a few drinks before getting into that.
"It was nice down there,” Asil answered as he mentally roll-called the folks he’d met on the surface. “I got the impression attendance was encouraged but not mandatory, so we had a few department heads, Eli from security, Ben from Ops.. I mean Engineering, Commander Gregg from Science. Robin and.." When he recalled meeting the young Doctor Sydesh, his hand ached a little "A doctor named Beka, from medical. She nearly crushed my hand!" He chuckled a little as he operated his hand and the sensation subsided.
Uncorking the bottle, Asil released the sweet aroma, it rose from the amber liquid like a genie. He was He filled the first glass and handed it over to Nathan then one for himself. "I must say the Talaxians." Asil stopped to take a sip, "Can throw a good party, I didn’t care for for their music but they certainly can make potent potables.”
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== Asil/Ramius Quarters ==
Finding a seat in the chair of the common room, Nathan purposefully left Asil the couch. Both were comfortable, as the quarters weren’t nearly as spartan as one might find aboard a frigate or scout. Yet, the couch would let someone relax, which after a night of drinking, might be something his new roommate would want to do.
Politely, Nathan listened as Asil spoke about the party. Nodding at the informality and voluntary nature of the event, it was hard for Ramius not to hide a raised brow at the mention of Eliana being a Department Head; but for all intents and purposes, Eli was a very senior officer within the Security department, so he let it slide for the time being. It did though, upon hearing that Eli and Ben were down there, make Nathan feel a bit bad for not attending. In the end, Ramius reasoned he would have been a downer anyway, and likely to reduce the cheer of a festive time.
"A doctor named Beka, from medical. She nearly crushed my hand!"
Nathan laughed along with Asil, nodding and tilting his head to the side.
Yup, that is Beka for sure. I hope she was doing okay. That would have been an awkwa…
The sound of the cork coming free from the mouth of the bottle interrupted Nathan’s thoughts and recaptured his attention.
“Thank you,” Nathan snuck in as he accepted the glass, before matching Asil and taking a sip too.
It was sweet, and though it was a beverage from another world, it had a familiarity to it. The scent and taste transported Nathan away for a brief moment, to another time, where he was sitting and chatting with someone. That time it had been Jennifer Braggins. Thankfully, the circumstances were completely and totally different from the one that he now was in with Asil.
“Mmm. Is this mead? You should save a glass-worth of it and hand it off to Commander Braggins. She loves the stuff, and it might curry some favor with her; if it is even possible to do so,” Nathan chuckled and smiled, trying to play off the commentary as joking.
“As for Beka, that is unsurprising. She is a…” there was a pregnant pause from Nathan, “…strong woman.”
He took another sip before continuing,
“Sounds like you met most of the major personalities of the ship down there then. And it is good to hear the Talaxians are back on their feet. After seeing them on the Asteroid Colony, I was beginning to wonder how they’d deal with transition. Apparently, they kept the stills in good working order. They have the same priorities as the Artemis does then,” he raised his glass to take in the color of the beverage.
“Enough about them though, tell me about yourself! Favorite beverage? Hobbies and past-times? Anything that might show up in a Security report?” Nathan said the last part teasingly, as he looked at Asil from just beyond the rim of the glass that was up to his lips once more.
== tag again Asil! ==
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Asil finished the contents of his glass and he began to refill it.
“Coffee is my beverage of choice, I’d have to say since I arrived on board the first ship I “served” Asil made air quotes with his free fingers, “Such a rich drink, bitter and sweet at the same time, and it spread through the Alpha Quadrant on Starfleet ships and became a part of the daily routine for many species. As for hobbies, I enjoy cooking real food, When I was in school, I’d get five or six classmates over game night, I’d usually cook while blasting some music, and then we’d settle into some simple board game; something that didn’t require a holodeck or neural interface to experience.”
Asil smiled and finished his second glass, “deciding he needed to wait until Nahan finished a second round before he moved on to a third.
He took a deep breath and began telling a summary of his younger life, touching on the Argelian occupation and the role he played in its liberation. He tried to keep the conversation as light as possible, this was not time to revisit that situation. He steered his story to his time at Jupiter Station and the Academy, much happier memories. He moved on to his time in University and the Jupiter Station and finally the Academy.
“Most of my time at the Academy felt like a refresher, I pissed off more than a few instructors when I corrected them on some specification they got wrong. When I got assigned to the Jupiter, just before arriving out here, that was fun. After being out of the shipyard game for two years I got to get dirty in the bowels of that ship with the rest of the engineering team. I was only there for a few months before I got orders to Artemis so I didn’t really have a chance to get to know anyone. Now that I’m here, I’m going to hit the ground running. That’s why after meeting with the Captain, I went down to the party.”
Asil brought the bottle over to Nathan offing to refill his glass “The music from your quarters, were you listening or playing?”
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== Before Recall, following the Campfire Festival ==
=== no need to apologize, it is all good! Totes understand! ===
“You aren’t the only one who loves coffee!” Nathan laughed, “You’ll fit in well with the entire ship for sure. If it isn’t coffee, it is Raktajino, or that Firenut blend stuff that the Talaxians have shared with us now.”
Then, as Asil started talking about cooking, Nathan perked up even more. It sounded like Asil was the far superior chef between the two of them, as Ramius only considered himself an amateur at it. Though he too enjoyed the actual act of cooking, and not just materializing a meal. There was something to it, the creation aspect of it, it was an art. Ephemeral, but art all the same.
It didn’t take long for Nathan to notice that Asil had once more finished off his most recent refill. That caused one of the young man’s brows to raise up in interest.
Looks like I’ve traded in one roomy that likes the drink, for another of the same.
Not wanting to keep his new roommate from being thirsty, Nathan tossed back what was in his cup, and leaned forward, ready for a refill when Asil finished his history. It was a bit surprising, to be trusted enough straight away to be told so much background, Ramius felt. But at the same time, it was obvious that there were bits that were glossed over, as much for Nathan’s sake as it was for Asil he wagered. After all, Nathan wouldn’t want to recount every single detail of his past life either. Not just because it might have been stress-laden (or, in Ramius' background, embarrassing), which there was plenty of moments that were. However, reliving those moments would have brought the mood down from jovial to cheerless.
“The music from your quarters, were you listening or playing?”
“Playing,” Nathan responded quickly before raising his glass, “thank you. I have played the cello since I was a kid. My parents were big on having a sort of classic education. I’m glad that they did introduce me to music though. It helps me focus, and provides an outlet too.”
“With the kind of jobs we have,” using his glass, he pointed between himself and Asil, “it is a life-saver. That and physical exercise. I do a lot of that. Goes with the job, but... I use it as stress relief often too.”
Then, Nathan went into a little bit about himself, expanding more upon his statement about the sort of classic upbringing he had referenced earlier. While their early lives had been pretty much on par with one another, there was no way to compare to what Asil went through during the Argelian Occupation. With that in mind, Nathan tried to keep most of his remembrances of adolescence short; his trials and tribulations seemed petty compared to what Asil had to endure.
“And then, there has been my service aboard the Gettysburg and the Artemis. But for that background, I’m going to need more to drink,” there was a chuckle, but Nathan’s face remained serious.
Finishing off his second drink, he leaned forward for a third.
“We might need another couple of bottles…”
== ETL with Asil’s permission ==
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