=/\= Deck 10, Quarters 1002 =/\=
The previous night had been eventful... Brent had been nursing a drink in the Eris deck lounge when he had been interrupted by a stunning looking woman. She had all the right curves in all the right places, and seemed to be quite down to earth or so the say would go. She was an engineer she said, working on the bits of Romulan technology that were to be integrated in the shuttles here? She said a great deal of things about Engineering. Brent did his best to pay attention. He could follow that the Romulans used a quantum singularity to power their ships of all sizes, and that there was fundamental differences between that and a matter anti-matter style of reactor. The singularity produced energy on its own, how Brent couldn't remember. The anti-matter system was a controlled explosive that created plasma and other superheated elements as a byproduct... The power transfer systems were incredibly difficult and yet somehow the Charon crew had managed to blend the two styles of technology.
She had all of those wonderful curves. Except her ears, those were pointed. Brent sighed rubbing his forehead. Boot camp never prepared him for being hit on by a Romulan. Hit maybe with the butt of a rifle or being shot at. But attractive ones? Sure the captain was alright looking... But godsdamn, this was not in the SFMC SOP.
Brent wondered why she had been so forward with all of the knowledge that she knew. Maybe that's how Romulan's presented themselves to a potential date. He figured he could look up the anthropological studies of Romulans... But that sounded like effort, and Brent wasn't into effort this early in the morning. He sat down in one of the chairs in his room, trying to make the pounding in his head go away.
Her clothing was incredibly different from what he was used to from Romulans as well. So much so that Brent had commented on it to her. She said that it was a example of some of the more Western styles, that in some circles it might be considered scandalous to wear such things. Brent remembered saying that he liked the idea of scandalous clothing. She had laughed softly, her eyelashes fluttering as she continued to flirt with him. Gods she had a beautiful laugh. Eventually when the lounge was begining to close Brent made the offer to continue the little party in his quarters. Her face brightened at the prospect and the two of them left together.
For the next few hours no drinking or for that matter sleeping took place. The two explored one another in the most intimate ways, blending both human and Romulan ways until finally their endurance was spent and they collapsed together in his bed and faded into unconciousness. The bliss of unconciousness held for several hours until it was most rudely interrupted about ten minutes prior. Brent was a light sleeper, so as soon as her bare feet hit the floor of his quarters Brent began to stir internally. When she began to ask the questions about the status of various shuttles and when they had gone under maitence Brent began to wake up. When the computer replied that the information was classified, Brent looked over to see just what she was up to. With his quarry so engrossed in trying to get a leg up on a melding of the two technologies he snuck up from behind her and picked her up into the air.
She protested. She screamed. She begged him to tell her what the crews secret was. She swore she wasn't a spy but that her family could make a great deal of money off of the ease of the conversion. She even offered him a peice of it if he could find out and tell her about it. Brent actually did believe her. The Tal'Shiar probably didn't care about such things or if they did they would have simply waited till after the Romulan crew left before figuring out how the conversion went on. He wasn't in the mood to be tricked and lied to though. So instead of setting her down Brent walked calmly to the door and literally threw her out of his quarters still naked as the day she was born. Brent had shut the door behind him and began the current introspective.
The pounding wasn't going away. Dammit why wasn't it going away. Brent looked over at the door as he heard something else besides the pounding. Apparently she was still at his door and cursing him in her native language. Through the door the universal translator was having a hard time picking everything up so it left it in the native Rihannsu. A bit of it finally made it through in Federation Standard. Her dress was expensive as was her undergarments, she wanted them back. Brent had given serious consideration to simply replicating them on the spot. However he figured that the banging on his door would not cease until he had complied with her order. Brent retrieved the puddle of slik-like dress and what could bearly be called undergarments before walking over to his door, allowing it to open before tossing them at the woman outside before the door began to close. The woman replied haughtly with a 'thank you' before storming off not even bothering to put on her dress.
Quite. Peace. Brent smiled as the world began to go silent. He locked his door, cleared the computer request before collapsing down on his bed, sleep begining to overtake him. Just before he began to sleep again he quietly muttered.
"Women.."
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Brevet First Lieutenant Brent Warren
Marine Commander
USS-Charon
