USS Scoperta
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(( USS SCOPERTA - Turbolift )) IN: "Time for a break, Ensign?", the Captain asked. Signar waited a beat and replied, "Yes, Ma'am", then he smiled. "I think I am in the mood for a visit to the holodeck." He smiled again. His shift was eventful, but as usual, not very physically demanding. He needed to work his muscles, and the holodeck was the perfect place to do so. "Well, if you don't mind slightly arid, rocky mountainous trails with a storm brewing over head, you can share my program. I'm sure it's big enough for the both of us.", the Captain offered. "Thank you for the offer, Ma'am" He nodded and accepted, "That sounds rejuvenating." They agreed on a time and holodeck giving each other a chance to change clothes or take care of other arrangements. * * * Signars Quarters * * * "Well, hello stranger.", a voice called out from the back room. "Hello, Jaxx.", Signar replied to his room mate. Jaxx, a feline type biped, emerged wearing the bottom half a uniform, a hair brush in one hand and a styling gel canister in the other. "Are you going to make it a habit of not coming home each night?", he questioned, a wry grin splashed on his face. Signar just gave him a look, and Jaxx shook his head. "You know this isnt the academy anymore, and we dont keep score here." "I know this isnt the Academy, but you are starting to sound like youre not happy with second place.", Signar ribbed him with that comment. Jaxx couldnt deny it. "Well, on a ship, with a fairly static number of people, the rules are different.", Jaxx explained, "Here, reputations stick! You cant just lay low for a semester and expect things to blow over like on Earth." Signar grinned, "Ive got a date with the Captain." "Liar!", Jaxx said immediately. "No really." Signar said, "Im not putting on civies for nothing." Jaxx had to concede the point. Neither of them would wear civilian clothes unless a date was assured. The old adage was true, even within Starfleet, Women LOVE a man in uniform. "Well, you are dumber than I gave your head ridges credit for. Do you know what kind of dangerous game you are playing now?", Jaxx said, "Ok, so you hooked up with a Science Lieutenant, last night, thats cool, but this is" "What? Out of my league?", Signar asked boldly. "And how did you find out about. Her?" Signar couldnt recall her name at the moment. "I told you, the rules are different here. On a ship, girls want a commitment, the want serious men, who will take them seriously.", Jaxx said, "Heather probably expects you two are a couple!" "Heather!", Signar said, in triumph, putting on his shoes. "That was her name!" "You FORGOT her name?", Jaxx asked in disbelief. "So?" Signar asked, "And besides, its nothing like that with the Captain. We are going for a walk or something. Im not brain dead!" "Yeah? Id like to see proof of that once in a while.", Jaxx countered. "I got us out of the wormhole didnt I?" Signar said. "No, many people helped to get us out of the wormhole. You were just one cog." Jaxx again had a point. "Look, I dont have much more time for this. I dont want to be late.", Signar said checking his appearance in the mirror. "Im sure the Captain just wants to make sure her bridge crew is reliable. I expect this to be a test, in many ways." "Then why all the extra effort? I smell your cologne.", Jaxx asked, one eyebrow raised. "Too much?" Signar asked. "No, very subtle," Jaxx assured him, "Ive got a Cats nose remember?" "Dont wait up." Signar said leaving the small quarters. * * * Holodeck * * * Signar entered via the large double doors. The scene was exactly as the Captain has described it. He looked around for her.

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 Ensign Signar DRuuk / Klingon + Vulcan Navigator + Pilot / USS SCOPERTA Fighter Call Sign - Boomerang ICQ # 120856184 /

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