August 2007 - Post Selection (1)

ON: “Conquest”

Day: 10, Time: 17.45hrs, Scene: Danzig’s Bar, Starbase Dyerma IV

Ensign Michael Rawlins (npc) strode confidently into the bar. At last, some shore leave! It had only been a week and a half since the Dark Matter had set off to intercept the SaiJad II, but it had felt like a great deal longer for the DM’s junior helmsman. That was the problem with being in Flight Control, he thought, sure you get to be on the bridge, and if you’re lucky, piloting the ship during a red alert situation, but most of the time you were either helping out in engineering or the flight deck, or sitting around twiddling your thumbs while simply checking nav sensors to find out your ETA. Sitting around was about all he’d done during the last mission, on the late shift while the ship was stationary next to the D’Boran generational scrap heap.

Stepping through the double doors Rawlins surveyed the scene. The base had some good lookin’ ladies on it. So did the DM, but he was getting bored of them, besides some of his conquests had begun to start chatting about him with one another, which was trouble a-brewing. Ensign Dwyer worked closely with Lt(jg) Pereira, who was good friends with Ensign Spiers (npcs)…and they had all been giving him the evil eye lately, considering how they’d all found him so passionate a lover, it didn’t make sense to Michael how they could be so ungrateful. Oh well, most of them were too boring anyway; so obsessed with their work. Perhaps he needed to find a woman who was actually capable of not being a wet blanket…

…or perhaps it was simply a matter of finding a more mature woman? Someone much less immature and much more in tune with what she liked? This thought crossed Rawlins’s mind, as he noticed an older but attractive woman sitting over at the bar. She was a Vulcan wearing Starfleet science colours.

He approached her with bravado, but consciously toned down his approach as he walked closer. This was a Vulcan chick. She liked it rational and logical. So Mike would just explain to her why it was rational that she spends her time with him. He is male, she is female, it will be necessary for her to procreate at some point to continue her species, and here was Rawlins, a responsible Starfleet officer who was ready willing and more than bale to help her out. It would be a tougher sell than usual, but she would make for an interesting challenge.

Rawlins tapped the Vulcan woman (npc) on the shoulder as he sat at the bar. She turned and looked up at him. He noticed that her eyebrow was raised with curiosity. Aha. She was intrigued by him already.

“Excuse me…Lieutenant,” He said, upon checking her rank insignia, “I am Ensign Michael Marshall Rawlins, Assistant Chief Helmsman for the USS Dark Matter,” He wasn’t Assistant Chief of anything, but a little butter on the bread couldn’t hurt. “I couldn’t help but noticed you sitting alone here.”

“I am Lieutenant S’prel, of the Starship Appalachia. I am waiting for someone, Ensign.” She answered simply.

“No doubt.” Rawlins replied. “Well, here I am. And I am a logical choice. You see, I am an available male. And you won’t need to wait 7 years for me to be ready to cleanse your deeply-repressed passions. Therefore I can help you cleanse those so that you can be a more logical effective officer…”

“Ensign, I do not know what you are speaking of. I am waiting for my husband. You say you are from the Dark Matter? Excellent, I had heard the Dark Matter had arrived a few hours ago, but was not certain if they had released its crew for shore leave yet. I take it that your presence here indicates that they have?” She responded.

“Husband?”

“Ensign Rawlins, I did not expect to find you sitting here. You had never told me you were acquainted with S’prel.” A familiar voice came from behind Rawlins, who froze, and slowly turned around to meet the gaze of Counsellor Tyvek.

“Hello, ‘Commander.” He said weakly.

“What is your purpose here, Ensign?”

“I...I...I was simply…introducing, yes introducing myself to your wife, you know, since we are colleagues…”

“Ensign Rawlins here was explaining to me why he would make a suitable candidate for mating.” S’prel explained.

“What? No-no-no-no! It’s not like that.” Rawlins stammered nervously.

“Are you then calling my spouse a liar, Ensign?” Tyvek inquired with a stern tone and raised eyebrow.

"Uh, no! Just, err, mistaken!” Rawlins answered, Whew! Smooth recovery.

Or not. Tyvek folded his arms and looked right in his subordinate’s eyes.

“Ensign, perhaps you should spend your leave elsewhere?” Despite the way Tyvek phrased it, it was not meant as a question.

“Yes sir! Of course sir!” Rawlins gave a quick not to S’prel. “It was uh…logical...to meet you Lieutenant!” he then hurried off.

Tyvek sat down next to S’prel. “It is pleasant to see you again.”

“Indeed. I see you have been promoted. It is certainly well-deserved.” S’prel replied.

“Thank you.” Tyvek pondered for a moment, as he looked over at Rawlins slipping out the door. “I had arranged for us to make here, as it seemed reasonable that we make mutual use of the Starbase’s facilities while we are both here together, but perhaps we should go someplace more private.”

“There are many engineers aboard the Appalachia at present. She is being heavily refit for our next assignment. Is the Dark Matter less crowded?”

Tyvek nodded. “Most of the crew has come to the base for their leisure time. Shall we go to my quarters then?” He suggested.

“Yes.” S’prel agreed. They touched fingers momentarily as an act of bonding, then rose and headed from the bar.

OFF:

Lt. Commander Tyvek
Ship’s Counsellor
USS Dark Matter

Featuring:

Ens. Michael Rawlins (npc)
CONN Officer
USS Dark Matter

And
Lt. S’prel (npc)
Chief Science Officer
USS Appalachia