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Weekend at Mona's

Posted on Wed Aug 14th, 2019 @ 6:55am by Lieutenant Mona Gonadie & Ensign Fiona O'Dell & Ensign Briaar Gavarus & Jaeih Dox-t'Aan
Edited on on Sat Aug 17th, 2019 @ 4:33pm

Mission: Mudd on the Souls of Mankind
Location: R&D Department
Timeline: 2396

It took only a few moments to set up the holotrainer to link up with the Silver Banshee, at which point it was an easy if nerve-racking fix to use the Banshee to place the exhausted Miradonian into the empty cockpit, as guided by the hands of Fiona O'Dell, who was speaking through the mech. "So me idea here is that if we kin joost play it off as an exercise, we can literally walk her doown to her quarters in Officer's Country, then once we've got her tucked in safe and sound, we kin joost beam the Banshee back to the pad here, and none will be the wiser. And if we get called on it later the Chief kin claim it was an exercise in precision starship invasion or some other nonsense. Or testin' the viability of the mech as a drone within starships or some such rot. Aye?"

Staring blankly for a moment, Jaeih's Dox's eyebrow cricked and her jaw hung open for a moment. "That... might very well be the single most ridiculous plan I have ever heard."

"But..." Jaeih interjected as she raised a finger and began to pace. "We will have to take the turbolift on the far port side lest we have to walk this past two sets of security guards on the other end of the corridor."

Then she pointed her finger at the Tellarite Engineer, Briaar Gavarus, who stood to attention out of both fear and habit. "Ensign. According to the manifest, you are the assistant chief of this department, correct?"

"Uh... Y... Y... Yeah? Why?" Gavarus stuttered nervously.

"Then can you not prepare the proper paperwork to file this little adventure as the exact sort of training exercise that she recommended, correct?" Jaeih added flatly in her usual stern tone. "That may keep us all from ending up in the brig if this doesn't go as planned."

Confused, Gavarus looked up into the Banshee and then at O'Dell. "Uh... I... I can actually do that, can't I, Fee? I mean, Gonadie will have to sign off on it later, but, yeah?"

"Aye, ye can, and it'll stand unless it can be misproven, which means followin' oop with the chief later." As she spoke, the canopy came down, and the mech spoke not only with O'Dell's voice, but with her mannerisms as well, the hands of the mech moving animatedly as Fiona tended to do when she was speaking and excited. "I'll admit Herself might not be that enthusiastic aboot it, but if we keep it quiet the Lieutenant'll nivvir know, and she wilnae be in dutch with the wife, and who knows, she might joost give us a commendation for original thinkin' aye?"

Chucking a thumb at the disapproving Jaeih Dox, the mech continued. "And ought to keep Granny Goodness here from murder-punchin us, so that's a win."

Frantically typing on her PaDD, Gavarus looked nearly about to pass out as the color flushed from her fat face. Meanwhile, Jaeih walked around the Banshee, arms folded neatly behind her back, evaluating the animated mech. "So, you two are where that... colorful epithet for my daughter originated from. Interesting. You are correct, however. The less the Lieutenant knows about this insanity, the better for all of us."

"This is a simple technical exercise, nothing more. Correct Ensign Gavarus?" Jaeih asked of the flustered Tellarite who, in spite of her gruff demeanor more often than not, clearly panicked when confronted by even the facade of authority.

"Huh? Uh... Yeah. YES! Right. Filed." The anxious Engineer waved her PaDD at Fiona, sitting in the simulator control outfitted in her EVA armor to be able to fully and precisely control the walking spacecraft. "Testing parameters are filed. We're officially taking the Silver Banshee for a simple maneuverability and precision infiltration test. We'll just need to get the Chief to sign off on it later "

Stepping over, Jaeih held out her hand for the PaDD. "Assuming we are successful in this clandestine charade, I can ply her sympathies with breakfast and maternal guilt when she has awoken from this mechanically induced hibernation, and we can all avoid potentially serious ramifications."

Hesitantly, Gavarus hands over the PaDD to Mother Dox, who took it and refolded her hands behind her back. "O... Okay, Fee. I checked the ship sensors. As of right now, our path is clear. If... If we're gonna do this, it's gotta be now."

"Potentially serious," the mech scoffed. "Conspiracy to avoid embarrassment. I'll stand on those charges all day. C'mon ye two, clear me a path. The new model is a bit more maneuverable, so I think I'll only need to transform her for the turbolift. C'mon, let's get a move on, aye?"

While in the presence of anything remotely resembling an authority figure made Gavarus panic, the usually brash O'Dell, once ensconced in a cockpit, was the soul of confidence. "Alreet, let's get this show on the road, and this bird home ta roost, aye? G'wan ye two, clear the halls fuir me, and let's try not to step on innyone!"

With that last confident command, Jaeih simply nodded and walked calmly as Gavarus, somewhat frantically, trotted over to the main doors from the bay into the corridors of the Hera. The towering Tellarite was still stiff from her recovery and would probably be a little sore from all the exertion of the day, but once outside she called back in. "We're clear."

Moments later, with the stern-faced Romulan woman walking ahead, Gavarus had a fresh PaDD in hand and was pretending to care intently about the operations data streaming from the Banshee as the silver-skinned mech began to almost strut down the corridor casually.

"A little TOO casual, Fee. You look like you're out cruising for chicks in that thing." Gavarus whispered to the Mech as the slumbering Ensign Gonadie rested comfortably inside, oblivious to her part in the madcap caper.

The mech replied by making gun fingers with both hands, then graduating to a more plodding gait, which was considerably more mechanical. Ahead, crewmen who were coming down the corridor were encouraged to find an alternate route or were simply turned around by the no-nonsense expression of the Romulan woman preceding the walker mode mech, while Gavarus made excuses and suggestions.

The group had made their way to the turbolift without incident, where the significantly smaller than its predecessor craft transformed into it's hovering vehicle mode. Moving with surprising grace, the sleek spacecraft slid into the lift, nose first, then settled against the side of the lift. While it still could not fit into the lift in walker mode, that was part of the charm of the variable mode fighter craft. While it was a snug fit, there was just enough room for Gavarus and Jaeih to squeeze in with the mech.

Forced to squeeze tightly against each other, Jaeih looked up at the taller woman and rolled her eyes as she sniffed slightly. "So far, so good. Deck 8, computer."

With a chirp, the lift began to move towards its destination. "We may yet still succeed here, ladies..." Then the terse Romulan's face scrunched into a pained grimace as she sniffed more. "By Al'thindor, what did you DO, woman?"

Her face flushed pink with embarrassment, Gavarus chuckled nervously. "What? I just got off a liquid diet for a week! So me and O'Dell had Mexican for lunch!"

“I’d say breathe through yuir mouth but it doesnae help. Joost escape the source and hope it doesn’t penetrate the fibers of yuir uniform,” the starship cheerfully advised as the doors slid open. Deck 8, ladies lingerie, housewares and senior officer’s quarters.”

"The uniform will need to be replicated down to the atoms, I think." Jaeih muttered, trying to keep her mouth shut.

As the two women piled out of the turbolift, the starcraft backed out, with only one minor scrape along the side of the craft before it smoothly transformed back to walker mode. Settling back on the deck once more, the arms spread wide. “Most ‘a the way home free. Now all we need is to make it to our destination without getting called out, and we can put this bird to rest.”

Shaking her head and taking a deep breath of fresh air from the corridor, Jaeih adjusted her gray tunic and began to walk ahead. "I'll look ahead... far ahead."

Walking behind her with an indignant expression, Gavarus was getting just a hair less anxious around the intimidating Romulan woman as she muttered, "Ya' know. Both of you can kiss my..."

But the Porcine engineer was cut off as, from behind the not-so-subtle trio came a familiar voice that stopped them in their tracks. That of the Hera's premier Security Amazon and Captain of the Honor Guard, who also happened to be the focus of Gavarus' more primal urges, Petty Officer 'Big Ethel’ Jablonski.

“Say now, I didn’t get a notice that anyone was gonna be piloting the… is that the Thunderchicken? Looks different,” Jablonski observed, as she had worked with the craft before and was familiar with the original model. “Yeah, but I didn’t get any notice of maneuvers on this floor today. Soooo is there something going on I should know about here, eh?”

While the tone was relaxed and friendly like the neighborhood beat cop, Jablonski herself was a huge intimidating mass of muscle, and while she held no weapon in her hand, that could change in the flick of a wrist, literally.

Freezing in place, Gavarus looked down at her PaDD and back up to the Banshee for a moment before realizing that as the assistant R&D Chief, it was her question to answer. That, added with her general nerves around the gorgeous Security titan, caused her two stomachs to all but flop over each other.

But, with a hard swallow, suddenly she found words beginning to fall out of her mouth. "Uh... SHIT! Oh my gods... Shit!" Gavarus was drawing on very real panic as she began improvising. "Miss Ja... Ethel! Oh my... Ensign Gonadie is going to kill me. Here..."

Holding up the order she herself had written and filed not ten minutes earlier, her own thumb obscuring the LACK of Mona's own signature on the document, she flashed the screen at Jablonski as she kept talking before pulling it away just as quickly. "Here's the order. I... I've been so flustered trying to get caught back up with work that I forgot the file it after Ensign Gonadie gave it to me. But it's right here, I just... oh my gods, I'm gonna get snapped back to the academy! I was just... since my INJURIES, it's been hard to get back into a rhythm and... Damn it, what am I gonna do?"

The panic was real but the scenario was invented on the spot, whole cloth and even Gavarus didn't know where it was all coming from. As she rambled on quicker than she hoped Jablonski could likely follow, Jaeih and the Cockpit of the Banshee turned slightly to look at each other than back to the impressive spray of lies from the pig.

Taking it all in stride, Petty Officer Second Class Jablonski nodded. “Yeah, I heard you were laid up from the last time one of those decided to go on walkabout. It isn’t empty this time, is it?”

“I’m standin’ right here ye know,” the voice of O’Dell, chirpy and distinctive with its Irish brogue, unique on the starship, was one that was easily associated with the tiny test pilot. Who was in turn almost always seen in the company of the towering Tellarite who was her engineer and drinking buddy.

Turning to take in the sight of the walker mode mech. Jablonski waved, and the Mech raised its hand and waggled the fingers back to her, followed by a jaunty two-fingered salute. “Joost passin through, no danger afoot, joost yuir favorite pint-sized pilot passin through. Chief wanted to see if I could manage a stroll through the decks withoot scrapin or breakin things. So far s’good!” The mech raised a thumbs-up.

There was a moment of hesitation on the part of the petty officer, who took her duties quite seriously, and the safety of her charge was paramount. The large brow of the musclebound maiden knitted in thought as she considered, then she eyed Gavarus. “I call this in to Ensign Gonadie, she’ll back it up, right?”

Smiling, perhaps a smidge too broadly, Gavarus nodded. "Oh, absolutely. She can... she's..." As the anxiety-riddled Tellarite struggled to come up with the next lie, she felt herself go flush and feel slightly nauseated, lying to Jablonski.

Noticing her deteriorating condition, the extremely accomplished, former professional liar stepped in with a positively maternal tone. "Ensign Gavarus... Briaar... are you sure you're alright? You seem flush again."

Having met Jablonski while the officer had guarded her quarters a few times, Jaeih took advantage of that casual familiarity and whispered to the security officer. "She's been pushing herself hard, dear. Perhaps too hard with her still recovering condition. I was assisting in the lab on a cloak test and... well... wanted to help. Ensign Gonadie is in the ship's chapel at the moment. She's been keeping a prayer vigil to her Moon Goddess every few hours since the Lieutenant left. Newlyweds, and all that. But... Briaar, perhaps we should finish up and head back before you wear yourself out too much again?"

Then, the Romulan woman put one hand stealthily on Gavarus's back and gave a gentle push while using the other to try and support her, letting out a light shout. "Briaar!"

Finally picking up on the cue, Gavarus allowed herself to stumble forward, feigning faintness, into Jablonski's arms.

On cue, the gentle giantess caught the tubby Tellarite easily, cradling her in her burly arms. “Whoah-ho-ho dere! Eeeeasy now… you want I should call medical for ya?” Even distracted, Jablonski’s gaze still shot about, marking the position of the mech, its proximity to her charge, and where everyone in the tableau was at the moment. While she could be distracted, Big Ethel was nothing if not vigilant. But the Silver Banshee stayed put precisely where she was, and Jablonski stayed focused on the none-too-little-piggie who had nearly fainted on her.

Righting herself as quickly as possible was no easy feat as Gavarus was tempted to swoon for real in those arms, but realized she couldn't fake being TOO sick. "No... No, I think I'm okay. Thanks. It... It's just like when we exercise. Pushed myself a bit too hard and got light-headed. Really. I..."


As she spoke, she had a brain fart. "I think I just need to catch my breath a few minutes. Uh... Fiona, Jaeih... The test only requires a quick walk back and forth and then we can finish up in the lab. Do... Do you think you can do that real quick while I wait here with... uh..."

Summoning literally every ounce of courage she had left, Gavarus gulped and looked up at the object of her desire with a plaintiff expression, her best impression of O'Dell's patented puppy dog eyes. "They'll be right back. Do... Do you think you could wait with me a minute, uh... Ethel?"

“Uh, yeah, sure Gavarus,” the towering titan replied, hefting the heavy hog woman and toting her back to the doorway with seemingly as much effort as Gavarus put into picking up the minuscule O’Dell. As long as you don’t mind waiting here- I cannot abandon my post, after all.” In point of fact, only the fact that the honor guards worked in pairs had allowed her this much leeway, But while the safety of the crew was high priority to her, the dutiful guardian’s charge was her first and primary consideration,

After all, when one guarded a goddess, one could never be too careful.

“Alreet Gavarus- ye catch yuir breath and we’ll finish the lap, and if ye canna make it back to the flight deck, be sure to post a report to Chief Gonadie, aye?” the chirpy and cheerful mech instructed as it strode by, O’Dell’s voice ringing out clearly as the surprisingly soft footfalls thumped down the corridor, with Mrs. Dox at the fore.

Once she was sure that they had cleared from view, Jaeih began walking at a much quicker pace until she arrived at the quarters shared by her daughter and Mona. The mech could not keep up and keep its footfalls silent, so O'Dell engaged the antigravity thrusters to reduce the mech to 1/6th gravity, and bounded after the Intel agent on a mission.

"I cannot believe that worked." Entering her entry code, the door wooshed open as Jaeih Dox turned towards the waiting banshee, which was already in the act of transforming into a compact starship in order to fit through the doorway. Cranking up the inertial dampeners in the cockpit, O'Dell swung the ship on a few vectors, but there was just no way to fit through the narrow doorway of the quarters.

Looking around the colorfully appointed quarters, there was a decided lack of rolling chairs to be found and the bedroom was far too far to try and carry Mona herself from the doorway. For while the R&D chief might have been considered skinny for a Miradonian, she was still a very meaty bird.

And for once, Jaeih Dox was out of ideas. "This is not ideal... Maybe I can drag the couch over and..."

"I'm nae licked yet," O'Dell muttered as she slid the experimental craft into walker mode, then with the inertial dampeners holding Mona Gonadie in the pilot's couch, the starcraft assumed it's robot form, which was far sleeker and more sophisticated than it's predecessor. Scooting the legs in first, the lithe and nimble O'Dell managed to wriggle the mech through with only two minor paint scrapes, but no structural damage to the doorway.

"Woman's a bluiddy genius," O'Dell remarked as she slid the variable fighter to its walker mode, wound down the inertial dampeners and popped the cockpit. All to display one Mona Gonadie, safe and sound and sleeping like a babe.

"You are not without your own skills, little one. I see why my daughter speaks highly of your ability." Jaeih whispered to herself in her native Rihan, forgetting about the universal translators in the Banshee's cockpit.

Back in the R&D department, O'Dell's eyes opened wide in surprise at the unexpected praise from the severe woman, and by proxy from her feared superior. But in her usual style, she brushed it off. "Ah, 'tis sweet of ye to say mum. I do me best."

Blushing slightly green, the elder Dox was embarrassed to realize her compliment was both heard and understood thanks to the sensitive audio receptors of the Banshee, but she otherwise didn't betray her emotions to the genuinely impressive test pilot.

Looking around the mechanoid took in the shared quarters and the nosecone bobbed up and down a bit. "Wow, vurrah spacious digs. Bein' a senior officer really pays off, I see..."

Moving quickly but delicately, the pair worked together to gently lift the lightly snoring inventor out of the cockpit and place her, using massive hands gloved with impact dampening force fields for just such a maneuver, into the large nest shaped bed just inside the bedroom door. Just close enough for the banshee to reach in.

For just a moment, the unlikely pair peered at the softly snoring Miradonian R&D chief as she gently trilled with each breath. Delicately, Jaeih pulled the rainbow-hued blanket up and tucked Mona in lovingly before stepping out into the main Chamber. "We can't have you beam that back, anymore. We need to double back and retrieve Ensign Gavarus before she says something incriminating. She seemed exceedingly flustered around Miss Jablonski, I noticed."

"Oh aye," the variable mode fighter nodded, the nosecone bobbing as she did so. "Big Ethel's kinda her dream gal, so she's a bit googly around her. The big girl's sweet and I dinna think she'll hurt Briaar's feelins none, so she's probably safe for the moment. But aye, we should go rescue her. And nae big deal if we have to walk 'er back. Necessity is the mother of improvisational invention, as me old flight chief used ta say. I'd offer ye a ride but we hafta maintain, aye?"

With that said, the mechanoid transformed into the full robot mode, whereupon the pilot caught the reflection in a mirror Mona had placed on one wall, and in a surprisingly feminine display of body language, O'Dell checked 'herself' out in the reflection, turning this way and that to take in the sight of the robot mode mecha.

"Sleek, stylish... oh this is right nice, aye? Chief really outdid herself this time. Least so long as I dinna sprout an aneurysm or somethin." The pipsqueak pilot made the joke as if it weren't a distinct possibility with the untested craft, yet it was merely in passing- clearly she had no worries that was the case, her confidence in Gonadie's genius quite unshakable. "Alreet mum, if ye'll clear the corridor fuir me I can wriggle me shiny metal arse back oota here..."

As instructed, Jaeih stepped out into the corridor, which was clear of passerbys. Giving a silent nod to O'Dell, the elder Dox stepped clear as the Banshee repeated it’s unusually but remarkably effective wiggling dance to work its way through the narrow doorway of the spacious senior crew quarters, and out into the corridor again.

Immediately folding back into its more compact walker mode, the nosecone nodded back at Jaeih and shot her two thumbs up at the successful maneuver as the duo began to walk back to where they left Gavarus. As they rounded the circular corridor, the pair of gold-clad women came into view. The tubby Tellarite was standing in the middle of the corridor with her arms spread wide, a nervous expression on her fat face as Jablonski was showing her breathing exercises.

"Hey, there they are!" Gavarus shouted just a bit too loudly through nervously gritted teeth. "Ensign O'Dell... Mrs. Dox... how did the... test... go? Are we good?"

“Aye, she’s even more compact and maneuverable, as well as surprisingly light-footed,” the mech proceeded to hop a foot off the deck, moving the exhaust vent ‘feet’ into pirouette points that opened and closed rapidly while the mech took a cartoonishly long hang time, then settled soundlessly back to the deck after it’s twinkletoes routine. “The Silver banshee’s passin' every test wi’ flyin colors. Let’s get back to the lab so’s we kin check the joint tolerances for the Chief, aye?”

"And, of course, I can only RECORD the data for you, Ensign Gavarus. Your own skills will be required to interpret it." Jaeih said, waving a PaDD about and doing her level best to seem semi-incompetent to sell the story.

Turning to the mammoth security officer, Gavarus chuckled nervously, running a thick, three-fingered hand through her tangled mess of platinum blonde frizz. "Excellent. Uh... thanks again... Um... Ethel. Yeah. Uh. The doc says I'll be cleared to come back to the gym again in another week. And... Uh... See you later. And thanks again."

“Aw, you’re welcome. Glack I could help, doncha know. Hey, follow the doc’s orders, but you know they are probably going to tell you to ambulate. So you could still come to the gym to walk a few miles and build up to a run, eh? But y’know, listen to your body too,” Jablonski, ever the gym den mother, was always ready to encourage others to get in shape.

Awkwardly mimicking O'Dell's trademark 'gun fingers', the tubby Tellarite started walking backwards, following the other two back to the turbolift. Once they were out of earshot, she went flush white again from stress. "Oh my gods, I can't believe we did it. Everything's okay?"

The turbolift doors opened again and the lift was blissfully empty as the transforming tango happened yet again and all three squeezed in, this time with O'Dell choosing to use the full robot form used to gain access to Mona's room.

“This here’s dead sexy, it is,” O’Dell declared, as the turbolift doors opened and she managed to worm her way out of the lift, whose door was wider and taller than those of the officer’s quarters she had previously wriggled through. Standing in the corridor of Deck 3, O’Dell struck a pin-up pose in the mech. “S’dead sexy, ennit? She makes the old Thunderchicken look like the ugly stepsister, aye?”

As they all stood in the corridor making their way much more casually to the R&D Department, Gavarus chuckled lightly at O'Dell's humorous little posedown, but looked blank-faced otherwise. "Huh. Yeah. It's great."

Noticing the pale, almost shocked expression, Jaeih raised an eyebrow as they arrived back in the R&D bay where the misadventure had begun, unexpectedly successful in their mission. "Pending that I can convince Ensign Gonadie to sign off on this little farce, which hopefully should be straightforward enough, it appears we are successful. So why do you look like someone just stepped on your grave, Miss Gavarus?"

“Aye, she’s got a point. Ye look like someone whacked ye in the head with structural beam… are ye alreet, Gavarus?” The robotic mechanoid slid smoothly down to the walker mode, closer to Gavarus in height, and gently put a hand on the Tellarite’s shoulder. “Did that girl say something mean to ye? Do I need ta go back and rough her oop?” The mech stepped back, raised its fists and rolled its hands in a classic ‘fisticuffs’ boxing style. With terrible form, Jaeih noted- it was clear to her that while a remarkable and unusual pilot, O'Dell was obviously an untrained fighter.

"What? No... No... She..." Gavarus snapped out of her daze and even more words began falling out of her. "Holy SHIT, Fee!!! I just... I was so nervous we'd get caught so I just kept talking... and she said YES!!!"

"FEE!!!" Gavarus grabbed the nosecone of the banshee in spite of the real O'Dell being in the simulator only a few feet away and shook it. "FEE!!! I... I ASKED HER OUT AND SHE FRICKIN' SAID YES!!!!"

There was silence from the mech for a few seconds, as it stood as if frozen. Then the speakers began blaring forth the middle of the chorus of some song from maybe a thousand years ago that only Fiona would know.

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The walker mech swung it's arm about as it do-si-do'd with first Gavarus, then the reserved Mrs. Doc, swinging back around to swing around Gavarus once more. Then the oddly-shaped mechanoid picked her up and tossed the ecstatic engineer up in the air, only to catch her in the palms of the mech's forcefield covered hands. Holding the space swine up to the cockpit in one hand, the other hand pumped enthusiastically.

"That's bluiddy spectacular! Ye know what this means, aye?" the variable fighter exclaimed, as O'Dell hadn't bothered to exit the simulator, instead continuing to act and express herself through the drone mecha.

"Oh my gods... Fee! I'm gonna... I'm gonna be sick!" Gavarus horked slightly in her mouth and looked about as green as the Romulan woman beside the two as the nearly 170 kilogram Tellarite still recovering from surgery was not ready to be tossed about like a child. Though even as she protested, it was through a smile and a laugh. "What? What does it mean?"

"Wahl, I thought it meant time to nip oot to the pub," O'Dell muttered as she turned down the music, then set her porcine pal back onto her dainty hooves.

"Oh, hells yeah! I've still got me a prescription for beer that needs filling!" Gavarus was finally letting the excitement of the moment out, the tension released by O'Dell's joyous dancing. Then the temperamental Tellarite turned to the stern-faced Romulan woman who was adjusting her uniform top like a flustered grade school teacher.

"What about you, Granny-to-be? Wanna get drunk?" Gavarus asked with a light smirk.

"I shall leave you two to your revelry. I should go and make sure Mona is sleeping comfortably." Jaeih replied with a raised eyebrow, shocked that she had gone along with the insanity of the evening. "But by all means, go celebrate."

And without another word, the elder Dox nodded and began walking to the door.

"Ach, Lady Dox?" the anthropomorphic drone mech called out.

Stopping at the doorway, Jaeih turned her head back towards the Silver Banshee as she raised that single eyebrow of hers. "Yes?"

Extending the arm of the mech with a thumbs-up, an often universal symbol for positivity. "Thanks fuir helpin us wi' the Chief. We couldna left her to sleep it off in the couch in here, and we appreciate ye helpin us to look after her, aye? Yuir alreet wi' us, Jaeih Dox." With that, the mech froze in that exaggerated thumbs-up pose as O'Dell began disengaging from the simulator.

"You are, the both of you, impetuous, immature, brash, foolhardy, and stubborn to a fault. You are both also clever, improvisational, intuitive, courageous, and highly skilled at what you do. And you both didn't hesitate to risk your own careers to simply safeguard my Daughter-in-law's dignity."

Pausing, Jaeih looked from the Banshee to Gavarus than over to O'Dell herself as she stepped out of the simulator, and offered the pair a respectful nod. "Jolan'tru." She said last as she turned and walked out of the room before the pair could reply.

"Joe Lawn True?" Gavarus knitted her eyebrows as she watched the doors to the Bay woosh shut again. "Aa long as that ain't some weird Romulan magic curse, I guess it's a good thing, right?"

"Beatsa shite outta me, Gavarus, me old bean," O'Dell shrugged her narrow shoulders, then stepped in front of the tall Tellarite so she could be seen as she spoke. "C'mon- our boss is sleepin' off a bender, we did some remarkable testing of her prototype wi' all sortsa data and metrics collected on a kinda sorta mission I'm reeeeeasonably sure she'll nae court-martial us for. So, I see no reason why we shouldnae be knocked off and tipping back a pint over yuir actually asking a girl out on a date. And wi'oot me help n'less!"

"THAT sounds like a plan and a half, Fee!" Gavarus replied with a smile as she stepped over to the control console. Plugging her PaDD into the data interface, she downloaded all the collected data into the system and quickly ran through the proper shutdown and lockdown sequences for the evening. As she did, the Banshee resumed its neutral, ready posture on its station and fully powered down.

Gavarus wasn't usually this through, but with their problems of late, she was taking zero chances in spite of her excitement. as she finished, she let out a long, cartoonishly exaggerated sigh. "I have no idea how I did it, Fee. I was just talking... trying to keep her from thinking about what was going on... an the words just... FELL out!"

"I'm not sure I even remember what all I said." Gavarus admitted as she stepped back over to her partner-in-crime, Fiona O'Dell and gave her a playful whack on the shoulder. "So, yeah. Let's get ourselves shitfaced and forget about all this professionally."

"Aye, now yuir talkin!" O'Dell agreed as she fell in beside her drinking buddy, to go be irresponsible and irreveverant… as always.

 

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