A Wild Loki Appears!

Posted on Mon Jan 27th, 2020 @ 4:12pm by Captain Enalia Telvan & Lieutenant Mona Gonadie & Death & Kodria Mizu & Hera & Baroness 2nd Class Schwein von Alcott & Commander Rita Paris & Lieutenant Commander Mnhei'sahe Dox & Lieutenant Commander Thex sh'Zoarhi & Lieutenant Commander Sonak & Lieutenant Samuel Clemens XV & Lieutenant JG Rena Pacci & Lieutenant JG Tovanna Mah & Ensign Briaar Gavarus & Ensign Fiona O'Dell & Petty Officer 2nd Class 'Big Ethel' Jablonski & Petty Officer 3rd Class S'Rina Wil'I'Ams & Petty Officer 3rd Class V'Nus Wil'I'Ams
Edited on on Mon Jan 27th, 2020 @ 4:25pm

Mission: Bachelorette Bash
Location: USS Hera Bridge
Timeline: 2397
Tags: GNO

Things had been quiet for a few days on the Hera, which was a blessing all on it's own. As Enalia filled out reports in the Captain's chair, she glanced around at the well kept Hope series Intel bridge module that the ship had been outfitted with. Pale blues, greys, and a chair at every station were some of the niceties that she had fought hard for so her command crew wouldn't have to worry about stress in emergencies.

Like right now.

Suddenly, a bright rainbow of color flooded into the bridge, leaving three figures standing in the middle of where it faded. The ship's systems automatically triggered the intruder alert at the intrusion, but Enalia was quick to silence it as a dozen well-trained security members rolled out onto the bridge, weapons drawn.

At the helm, the ship’s Chief Flight Control Officer, Mnhei’sahe Dox, immediately brought the mighty nebula class Starship to full stop, shooting a nod to her Captain, who knew to expect her officers to know what to do without being ordered as such. To the side of the Captain’s seat, Commander Rita Paris looked up at the onboarding newcomers as well, ready for whatever was to come next.

The three that had had suddenly intruded upon her bridge via the Bifrost magic were people that Enalia knew at the very least, though their attire was a bit confusing as they began singing.

"Aaaand.... weeeee..... cordially invite you to a paaaaarty~~~~... A paaaaarty~~~~ A paaaarty~~~~ for the great and poooooowerful Schwein's bachelorette-hoooooooood~~~~~" As the three in white getups and flat hats sang for several minutes this way, Enalia stood and watched with slight amusement as confused looks were exchanged among the bridge officers.

Once they finished up, the one man among them snapped his fingers and their outfits changed into standard Asgardian fare.

“Schwein, you silly piggy, is this your idea?" Enalia asked, immediately going in for a hug without hesitation.

"Nein, it was my soon to be brother-in-law's," the Baroness replied, gently returning that hug.

Enalia then moved on to Hildr, giving the strongest Valkyrie a hug as well. "Hildr! How have you been?"

The larger Asgardian, on the other hand, didn't pull her punches... or her hugs... and seemed to squeeze the life out of Enalia. "I am wonderful! I have been looking forward to drinking with the Valkyrie that Schwein tells me resides aboard your vessel!"

"I'm sure you're about to get your chance," the spotted woman replied, trying to get air back into her lungs. She then looked the third person over suspiciously. "And you, I've seen in family portraits. You'll forgive me if I'm a bit suspicious, Loki. You don't have the best reputation this side of the river." Rather than a hug, she at least offered him a handshake.

“Really, Captain Telvan? So formal a greeting for one that will practically be family.” The tall, lean figure decked in green, black and gold leaned in with a slight bow and took Enalia’s offered hand and gave it a perfunctory shake before turning it, back up, and delivering the slightest of kisses to it’s back. “My sister-to-be has spoken so highly of you and yours that I feel I know you all so very well already, though I look forward to making your acquaintances more thoroughly in the events set to unfold. And your own reputation is more than interesting enough to, I hope, allow me the slightest of leeways.”

"I'm cautious, Loki. Not inhospitable." With that, Enalia glanced around at those on the bridge and nodded to the security to stand down. "I believe the normal amount of security will suffice for now. Shall we adjourn to the conference room to discuss things?"

Taking a quick hug from the Baroness that turned into getting whirled about on the bridge, than a wary arm-clasp from Hildr, Rita's fingers barely making it halfway around the woman's forearm, Rita Paris drew up at Loki, the dropped a courtly bow.

"Lord Loki, it is my honor. While I'm certain you are already well aware, my name is Rita Paris. As I understand it, you deserve great thanks from me, which you shall have- both heartfelt and unlimited. You have done me a great service, and I am deeply grateful."

"Ah yes. The daughter of Paris... I've enjoyed myself in my visits to your namesake city. You and your exploits are known well in the fabled halls of Asgard, as is your predilection for giving the fates far more work to do." The lean figure said with a wry grin as he leaned in.

"As for your boon, for today let it be enough that I would be a poor God indeed to allow a sister of the heavens to pass from such a thing as age. The details of our... arrangement... can be discussed another time." Loki nodded towards Rita, still grinning like the cat who are the canary.

"As you say," Rita agreed easily, in fluent Francais. Gods were prone to flattery, and they appreciated good manners. The wily trickster god, she suspected, was no exception. Best to get off on the right foot, she figured. "Then let's away to the conference room, where details will be discussed. Miss Dox, you're with us." Tapping her comm badge as she picked up a PaDD off her station in passing, Paris called out the order. "Petty Officer Jablonski, report to Conference Room 1B."

"Aye." Dox said from the helm as she logged out and typed up an order to her bridge relief to take over as she followed the Golden clad Commander.

Offering a wink and gun fingers to the hulking Hildr, Paris ushered the visitors into the bridge's conference room. As it was the first time she'd been in it, Paris looked around in marvel. "Captain, if there is all this space on Deck 1, why in the name of that stars is your office so small?"

"First off, I'm not fond of staff meetings, so I tend to hold them in the deck two conference room rather than this one behind the bridge so they're easier for everyone to gather in. Second off..." Enalia shrugged as she punched up a set of mugs and a pitcher of iced tea as well as a pot of coffee, carrying everything to the conference table. "I prefer my office for smaller meetings. This..." She waved at the massive, open windows that lined one entire wall. "Just feels way too open and exposed to me, I guess."

"Wise and cautious." The trickster God said, surveying the room. "Every bit the woman of two worlds my soon-to-be Sister has spoken of with such flourish. Nobility backed by a warriors cunning." It was a wild bit of flattery that felt as sincere as Rita was flat chested.

The lack of sincerity was not lost in Enalia, but she could still take a compliment, hollow though it seemed. "Flattery will get you nowhere, my friend. However, I do appreciate the compliment. I do the best I can for a Pirate Queen and a Starfleet Captain."

"Ja, und she is quite the trickster as well at times, though no match for my soon-to-be brother when he sets his mind to it as I have heard." Schwein was grinning from ear to ear, though it was unclear whether from nerves or from excitement.

"My reputation, I will say, is both well earned and also a series of very... one-sided accounts," Loki said with a wry grin. "Hopefully, the... festivities to come will give me the opportunity to dispel some of your preconceptions. But perhaps the verbal foreplay should make way for the meat of why we are here among you and yours Captain and Commander."

"Well, I know Asgardian parties are legendary," replied Enalia, motioning for their guests to be seated. "So whatever you have in store for us is sure to be epic... Though I also expect it to be filled with tricks and mayhem, as your reputation demands."

Internally, Rita had been operating under the assumption that she was planning the bachelorette party, and she had made reservations and plans in advance for the occasion, assuming it would fall to her to do so. But now it seemed the brother-in-law was making the bachelorette party arrangements, so she changed course to adjust to the circumstances.

“So what’s the plan, then, as I am gathering that you’re the host for this girl’s night out?” Paris asked the god of mischief. “Do we need to dress a certain way, have any preparations?” Mentally she started backtracking her own plans, noting what she would have to cancel and reorganize.

“Not a host, Commander. Nor have I any plans of my own. Simply a desire to join in with whatever festivities you might have planned..." Loki said with a grin as with the tilt of their head, they shimmered slightly and their features shifted. Where moments ago sat a figure that presented itself as male, now sat quite the reverse. "...as this rather fluid aspect of my nature is as well-known as my reputation as a trickster."

Shaking out their hair, longer, black waves of hair draped down Loki's svelte shoulders as the now Goddess waggled their eyebrows. "As for your plans themselves, I would greatly hope that fabulous attire meant to stop the hearts of the Gods should be a requirement."

At that, Dox blushed a mild shade of green, feeling very much like a short, chubby troll among the statuesque women in the room.

"Of the shieldmaidens chosen by the Lady Schwein, not a one of you has been untouched by the divine. Thus, as my sister-to-be considers you all family, I would know my future family better." Loki added with the slightest hint of seriousness in their voice.

“Fair enough. As for your gender fluidity,” Paris observed, not missing a beat, “that’s literally legendary, so no surprises there, Lady Loki. Although that does make you coming along on the Bachelorette party make a bit more sense,” Paris chuckled. “Well, if we’re getting started now, I suppose we should convene down on Deck 10 at the Goddess Salon, so we can start the mani/pedis and the hair styling and the pampering package that I signed us up for to get us ready to go out. Now, while I have the reservations covered, this is a bit of a distance to travel, so am I safe in assuming that the Bifrost will be transporting us to our destination?”

"Lord Heimdall will, indeed, cast his gaze upon us to facilitate our travel arrangements. Goddesses are rarely accustomed to traveling as leisurely as even this mightily vessel does. Particularly when frivolity, wine, and a healthy dose of debauchery are the prizes." Loki said with a smirk, clearly enjoying themselves. "With the Captain's permission, of course."

At a nod from Enalia, Rita tapped away at the PaDD in her hand, dimming the lights and bringing up a holographic display in the center of the conference table, twinkling with fuzzy outlines and soft glows.

"I considered doing a sort of feasthall norseman sort of thing, but I figured it would be culturally insulting to the Asgardians, and just touristy for the rest of us. Plus, not a real girl's night out party sort of destination. Buuuut, then I got to looking, and it turns out there's a Risan arcology for just about any sort of debauchery from Earth's history you want to visit as a touristy knockoff 88 light years from the original. Come in and take a seat, Big Ethel. You officially went off duty when you walked in that door, the Security logs will note," Paris casually threw out the order as she was winding up for her big pitch.

As Rita started her pitch, Hildr stood and pulled out a seat for Ethel, offering her a hand as she was seated and making slight mooney eyes as she did so, whispering, "I have heard tales of you."

"I wanted somewhere you could get wild, steal a car, wreck a joint, make and lose a fortune all in one night, live to tell about it and make it actually entertaining, where we can drink and snort and cavort, and be ourselves for a night. Ladies, I give you 1976 Las Vegas!" The hazy, indistinct hologram came into sharp view as the shimmering oasis of neon lights, a veritable paean to American greed and excess. Skyscraper towers thrust into the air alongside an Eiffel Tower, a great pyramid, a Statue of Liberty straddling the entrance like the Colossus of Rhodes, and a great number of Earth historical monuments and wonders were jammed into the resort."

"It's... not accurate, historically speaking," Rita admitted. "But they play disco, and there will be dancing, and we can dress up as trashy space pirates and we'll fit right in. And as part of the charge, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. At least that's what their advertising claims, so we'll put this to the test. All right..." Paris paused to take a headcount. "Baroness, Loki, Hildr, Jablonski, Dox, Captain, myself. Is there anyone on the guest list that we're lacking?"

Leaning back in their seat, the Trickster Goddess ran a finger across the surface of the table and let out a light chuckle. "Oh, I forgot many an evening in the original Las Vegas in its heyday. You have my respect, Commander. You have provided quite the canvas for memories to be left unspoken of."

"Now, correct me if I am wrong, but does not the master of Olympus have a child aboard this lovely vessel? One who has fallen under the care to two of your crew?" Loki met Rita's eyes with a sly grin. "As a child of the gods, she has been kept under a mild watch and I find her new parents quite amusing. They are not shieldmaidens, but I would drink and make merry with them in our company if you would allow it."

The child of Zeus was, of course, the baby minotaur that was now being raised by the two ne'er do wells of the R&D department, Gavarus and O'Dell. Who were notorious for their 10-Forward antics, heavy drinking and trouble. In short, chaos on four legs, just add alcohol. Smiling sweetly at Loki, Paris began tapping away at the PaDD, setting it on her lap to type faster, with both hands. "Absolutely. May as well bring along the professional drunks, if we're going to do it right."



The message came across Briaar Gavarus' workscreen in R&D, as well as across O'Dell's visor of her flight suit.

/// You are hereby ordered to accompany the bridal shower of Baroness Schwein von Alcott *see attached file* Dress for a night of barhopping, heavy drinking and regrettable behavior. Ranks are checked at the door. Meet in the Goddess Salon, Deck 10 within the half hour. CDR PARIS \\\

"The bloody fook?!?" Asked O'Dell.

"I have no frickin' Idea, Fee. I... Wait... 'Schwein'? Isn't that German for frickin' 'Pig'? Seriously? Is Commander ThunderRack F***ing with me, here? That's not a real person's name, right?" Gavarus asked on the private comm frequency from her control console. 

Naturally, Mona was also on that channel, also monitoring the tests from her office. "Baroness Schwein von Alcott is one of the captain's oldest friends. I heard that she's supposed to be marrying Thor, the Asgard of Thunder, soon so..."

"So... t...this is f... for real? We're being ordered along on a bachelorette party?" Gavarus griped, all the while turning as beat red as her pint-sized partner's hair as she realized that their chief had obviously heard the less-than-flattering nickname they used for Commander Paris.

Looking at Fiona in her flight suit, the panicking porcine silently mouthed, "Shiiiiiiit."

"Oi, this is another chance fuir us ta do our MIB! Fook alla that ladylike shite. Let's wear shoes wi' soles, pants, have pockets and still look sharp as the devil in a tailored suit, aye? And we should pack phasers since we're both crap in a fight. C'mon, we got to get changed!" With that, the bundle of unlikely chaos and her partner the brains of the outfit shut down the current simulation, logging all of the data and setting the presets to pick up where they left off.

"Ah... yeah, and that means you likely don't have time to properly prepare... Meet me at our secure storage locker and I'll get you a little backup." The brightly plumed avian had felt a hint of what was going on through her bond-mate, but no specifics. Still, she knew something that the R&D department had would be needed that night.

Without wasting any time, Mona hefted her bulk out of her office to a small locker of confiscated equipment that she had yet to scan or experiment on. Punching in the security codes, the cryo-locks unsealed and the drawer she wanted slid open revealing not one, but four Olympian bracers.

One with Meroset Valkyrie designs... One with Danu's designs... One with Hermes' designs... And one with Hera's designs...




Back in the conference room, Enalia was counting off who all was going. "So that's a dozen people so far. We could almost take over a small planet with that many. In fact, didn't we do that one time?"

Smiling lightly at the Captain's comment, Dox was blushing slightly still as she pondered the evening's plans. Her own 'Bachelorette Party' was a series of increasingly violent bar fights that she went on with the ship's Klingon security sisters, Baroness Sarika, and Captain Magnus of the Artan family, of whom she was also a baroness. For that, she was dressed casually in her favorite green denim jacket, some comfortable clothes, and some boots. For this, she would have to step far outside of her comfort zone and hoped that Mona would have some ideas of what she could wear. Not that anything she could put on her thick, stocky, short body would matter next to Enalia, Rita, Loki or Ethel.

"Okay, I think we forgot Thex in all of this. If anyone needs to cut loose for a night away from the family, it's the mother of twins. Any argument?" Paris scanned the room visually, saw no dissent and started tapping out the message.

/// GIRLS NIGHT OUT! Baroness bachelorette tonight. Commander's orders, you are compelled to drop your responsibilities, put on a fabulous dress and join us for a legendary night in Viva Las Vegas! That's the name of the Risan themed arcology we're going to. Here's a link. Anyway, meet us down on 10, on the civilian promenade. The Goddess salon, five starboard of 10-Forward. Time to get your nails done. Rapidemente, mon amie! \\\

Down in her family quarters, the Hera's blue engineer smiled as she looked at the message she gotten on her computer. Carefully putting the small andorian in her incubator next to her twin she placed a kiss on the small girls head before leaving their room. She explained to her family that she'd be away before heading to her room to change. As she was she paused as she found something in her pockets. The bracelets of her armour. A clear sign tonight was going to be one to remember.



"La blue girl is in... ah, alright, I'll broach it." Rita said, receiving Thex's confirmation. "The Captain has a point- there is a considerable confluence of power coming together for this lark of a little night out. The universe often tends to react to such things as this many individuals of such caliber coming together. So with that in mind... since we're already stacking the deck with a goddess, a demigoddess, the pride of the Vakyrykor of Odin in the 25th century..." Rita pointed out, just illustrating the supernature already present. Looking out a bit humbly, Rita spoke up for the goddess of the starship that bore her name.

"Does anyone mind if we invite Hera? I mean, she saved my life and held off Death long enough for the Baroness to regain control of herself and..." Realizing that not everyone present was privy to the story and realizing some tales are best told by those who lived them, Rita realized that brevity was the key here. "Yeah, long story. Point being... are there any objections to Hera attending? I'm sure she'll be on her best behavior, and she did give her bless... also long story."

The wide grin growing on Enalia's face should have been all the confirmation needed, but she waggled a finger in the air to punctuate the point she was about to make. "I wouldn't dream of going out like this without her. Besides, I think she's earned a night out and if anything happens, her number one Amazon will be with us, won't she?" With that last reference, she nodded towards Big Ethel, whom now didn't look quite as big next to Hildr, mightiest of the Valkyries. Both were standing together in the corner, giggling girlishly over something they were keeping to themselves. It seemed as though the two were already hitting it off.

"Ladies? I need everybody head down to Deck 10, now," Paris raised her voice to be heard, then lowered it once she had the crowd's attention. "I will go fetch our resident goddess of the starship Hera, and meet you all there. Miss Washington should be ready and waiting- she's got hairdos, nail colors and a virtual holographic closet of clothes to choose from in every size, replicatable on demand. So make your way down, get your first mimosa of the evening, and let's get an early start on the festivities. I'll be right there to keep things rolling, all right?"

"Also," Paris hastened to add. "This is the Baroness' night. That means we're overlooking rank and military decorum tonight, both Artan and Starfleet. So for tonight we're all peers, regardless- just a very large pack of very dangerous women out for a night on the town as friends to celebrate that one of them is preparing to marry... well, maybe not THE perfect man, but the right one for her, that's for sure. I've told the junior officers, and now I'm emphasizing it to all of you. Silly names and in-jokes and heavy drinking are on the docket, but no titles. Tonight we come together as all subordinate to the Baroness' good time, ja?""

Feeling her wrist, Mnhei'sahe fingered her ceremonial wedding bracelet and something occurred to her. "I'll have to meet you there, Commander. If we are to be wearing the Asgardian bracers, mine are in my quarters, but it shouldn't take more than a moment to catch up."

Turning to the Romulan officer, Paris sighed, shoulders sagging a bit. "What did I JUST say, Dox?"

Knitting her eyebrows and blushing a bit greener still, Mnhei'sahe pursed her lips slightly and replied with a half smile and an awkward chuckle she hoped would crack her own nerves. "Right. I'll be right behind you, Rita. This will be easier when we're not still in the conference room."

"And out of uniform, and off the ship. Alright, let's move with a purpose, ladies. We've got places to be!" As Paris moved to usher the assemblage out of the conference room, a large hand settled on her shoulder, that was, in fact, the size of the ancient astronaut's shoulder. Turning to follow the hand up the arm, the Starfleet siren took in the casually-dress Valyrie, Hildr.

"Me and lil' Ethel, we wish to go have some 'us' time. Would you mind if we catch up later?" Looking between the somewhat bashful appearing Jablonski, for whom this was definitely the first time she'd been called little in a very long time, and the mighty Valkyrie, Paris smiled benignly.

"By all means. Everyone is off duty, Miss Jablonski knows the rules of the ship, and we shall see you when you arrive. Just be sure to get there in time for Sharonne and her assistants to do your hair and makeup, and get you into a flattering dress if you don't already have one. Footwear is up to you, and because it's all of us? Be prepared, ladies." Clinking her own bronze bracers together at the wrist, Rita realized this was likely to be the field test of the Asgardian armour they had crafted for her as a bridesmaid's honor guard.

"Yes, whatever, go, all of you, out! Deck 10, Goddess salon, do what you need to do with your lives and we'll all reconvene there! L' accélération!"