=/\= The Captain's Quarters =/\=
Brent looked between his two new charges with a great deal of suspicion. They were up to something, or if they were not up to something now, sometime soon in the future they would be. Brent wasn't racist, it wasn't because of their Romulan blood that he felt this way. On the contrary he had hoped that the children might be a bit more predictable. Honor this, ruling passion that. It was their human half. He had seen human children and just how much mischief they could get into. Wait. Wasn't that kinda racist, to state that all human children caused trouble? Especially at this age, they were exploring their world, or something along those lines. At least thats what the medical articles he had found had stated. Maybe he should give them some place to explore.
"Alright come on," Brent said to the two young Romulan children. "I know of a place where we can go to relax that is a lot more fun than the inside of your mothers quarters." Brent took the two children by the hand and began to walk with them down the halls.
For a little while the walk was uneventful. Ael insisted to know immediately where they were going, a scowl forming over her face as she seemed to be trying to take after her mother. This time Brent was able to tell Ael what he had thought the first time. "You know if you keep making faces like that it will stick and you will have that face forever. How will you command starships or do great research if no one wants to look at you because you seem so mad," he asked the little girl before he pondered that for a moment. Her brother Nnoil giggled at the idea of his sister being constantly mad and angry. Apparently he mimmicked the face because the little girl reached over to smack her brother before Brent seperated them. "Now now. Behave yourselves we're almost there," he said.
Unfortunately for Brent as he tugged away on Ael he had let go of Nnoil and the boy freed himself quickly. Brent constantly had a light touch to avoid hurting anyone, and with the Captain's children? He probably had an even lighter touch. The boy took off like a fighter straight out of the bay. At first Brent was merely annoyed at what was happening. Until he saw where the boy was running towards. Apparently one of the ships engineers was accessing a jefferies tube because there was an open tube to the hallway. The boy had just started to climb inside when Brent sprang into action. He let go of Ael's hand and closed the distance between the small boy and himself. As the small child tried to go deeper into the Jefferies tubes Brent reached in and grabbed the boy's shirt lifting him up off of his hands and knees and pulling him out.
"Gotcha," he said with an amused look in his face before closing the hatch and pulling the boy up into his arm. Nnoil apparently thought it was all in good fun because he laughed and clapped his hands. He enjoyed the chase apparently. "Ael!" the boy said pointing at where his sister should be. Brent turned to look at where Ael should have been. But she wasn't.
It took a lot to keep Brent from cursing outloud. Having the boy repeat a few choice human phrases would not be good... There was only one offshoot from this corridor, and Brent knew where it lead. He adjusted his belt with Nnoil in his arms before the Marine lieutenant began to take extra large strides, almost leaping from point to point in an attempt to gain ground. He made the turn at quick speeds, spotting his prey. Brent's eyes narrowed as he made one final leap, landing right next to Ael and scooping her up into his arms, much like her brother was.
Nnoil apparently enjoyed the ride as he was laughing and exclaiming, "Again! Again! Again!" Brent nodded an approval at the boys enthusiasm. "OohRah," he said to the little half Romulan boy before carrying his charges towards the holodeck. Brent had the sinking sensation that the two children might have planned to get away like that... He would have to work out a way to keep them both in line... Or else simply drug them. His medic did have a good selection of drugs on hand didn't he...
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Brevet First Lieutenant Brent Warren
Marine Commander
USS-Charon
