[USS Charon, Deck Five]
"Ragazzo. What is now?"
"Hmmmm?" Nils stumbled against another bulkhead, rubbing his eyes. For some reason he'd just been strolling through a forest and now he was on some sort of ship. Not a nice one. Only red lights, how stupid.
"You sleep walking again? Wake up! Andiamo!"
"Mmmmwhaaaat."
A sharp smack to the back of his head jerked Nils out of the illusion of being back home and he frowned. "That was not nice, Ma'am."
Okay, he was on Charon and they'd just fixed something, more or less, that far he could follow. But why were they… the fatigue drained from the sand-blonde human as he realized they were in even deeper moose dung than before. "Ma'am Lucia, is that an intruder alert?"
"Hmmmm?" Nils stumbled against another bulkhead, rubbing his eyes. For some reason he'd just been strolling through a forest and now he was on some sort of ship. Not a nice one. Only red lights, how stupid.
"You sleep walking again? Wake up! Andiamo!"
"Mmmmwhaaaat."
A sharp smack to the back of his head jerked Nils out of the illusion of being back home and he frowned. "That was not nice, Ma'am."
Okay, he was on Charon and they'd just fixed something, more or less, that far he could follow. But why were they… the fatigue drained from the sand-blonde human as he realized they were in even deeper moose dung than before. "Ma'am Lucia, is that an intruder alert?"
"Si." was the Italian woman's curt reply, and she held a phase compensator in her beautifully tanned hand with the air of a woman ready to use it. In what manner, Nils did not even want to ponder.
"So, where are we going? Shouldn't we, I mean,…"
"You may go, ragazzo. I must find Marcello. He no good when people are shooting. May get in the way or try to talk with people, stupido."
"Ah. Talk. Yes I can see how that may be … not useful." Nils rubbed his eyes again and sighed. From what he'd seen, all that this gorgeous woman and her little husband were doing was bicker over, well, everything.
But who was he to argue. She wanted to find her man, he was going to tag along. Besides, with the exception of maybe a whole security team or a band of marines, he doubted anyone could deal out as much grief as Lucia when she was irritated.
"If it's all the same to you, I'll just… come along and stay out of the way."
"Normale."
"What?"
"So, where are we going? Shouldn't we, I mean,…"
"You may go, ragazzo. I must find Marcello. He no good when people are shooting. May get in the way or try to talk with people, stupido."
"Ah. Talk. Yes I can see how that may be … not useful." Nils rubbed his eyes again and sighed. From what he'd seen, all that this gorgeous woman and her little husband were doing was bicker over, well, everything.
But who was he to argue. She wanted to find her man, he was going to tag along. Besides, with the exception of maybe a whole security team or a band of marines, he doubted anyone could deal out as much grief as Lucia when she was irritated.
"If it's all the same to you, I'll just… come along and stay out of the way."
"Normale."
"What?"
But she was already striding off again, and all that was left to Nils was toddle behind, feeling slightly foolish. And who were those intruders anyways? What would anyone want with a ship that was shedding stembolts as she went and a crew that was… well in his case at least about as useful as a wet rag in a burning kitchen. He got his answer when they rounded a corner leading to the cargo bays, and several heavily armed … oh SHIT.
Lucia's hand clamped over his mouth, Nils found himself hustled back to where they had come from, and then the quietly muttering woman pried loose an access hatch and shoved the unresisting scientist into the dark, cold Jeffery's tube.
A sharp prod to his rear was obviously meant to tell him he should start crawling, and so he did.
Romulans.
Not moose dung, a great, giant heap of ..
"Silencio!" a voice hissed behind Nils and he became aware he'd been muttering in Swedish. Knees chafing and hurting, he crawled on into the darkness, little prods here and there indicating when he should turn left or right. How the Italian woman knew where to go in this pitch-black place, he had no idea.
Lucia's hand clamped over his mouth, Nils found himself hustled back to where they had come from, and then the quietly muttering woman pried loose an access hatch and shoved the unresisting scientist into the dark, cold Jeffery's tube.
A sharp prod to his rear was obviously meant to tell him he should start crawling, and so he did.
Romulans.
Not moose dung, a great, giant heap of ..
"Silencio!" a voice hissed behind Nils and he became aware he'd been muttering in Swedish. Knees chafing and hurting, he crawled on into the darkness, little prods here and there indicating when he should turn left or right. How the Italian woman knew where to go in this pitch-black place, he had no idea.
At last, his head bumped into something and he couldn't suppress the small yelp of pain. Well, now he knew why she'd been tugging at his pants for the past two seconds. Probably had meant 'slow down'. Somehow Nils' brain was operating with a time lag of several seconds, because his face suddenly turned a bright red at the realization that this gorgeous, heavenly, and oh goodness, she was grumbling those Italian curses again, woman was now crawling up next to him, nudging him out of the way with the most well-rounded hips he'd seen in … yea. Ever, probably.
They emerged into a tiny room, dimly lit by some flickering access panels, after Lucia had located the manual release for the hatch, making for some of the most awkward and wonderful moments in Nils' life. She impatiently brushed some grease-stained mahogany strands of hair from her face and started hammering away at the console, and just as the sand-blonde young man figure he might have time for a one-minute nap, he heard a satisfied "Ecco!" from Lucia, followed by a new set of curses.
They emerged into a tiny room, dimly lit by some flickering access panels, after Lucia had located the manual release for the hatch, making for some of the most awkward and wonderful moments in Nils' life. She impatiently brushed some grease-stained mahogany strands of hair from her face and started hammering away at the console, and just as the sand-blonde young man figure he might have time for a one-minute nap, he heard a satisfied "Ecco!" from Lucia, followed by a new set of curses.
"What is it, Ma'am?" he asked, blinking at the ferocity with which the woman slammed her fist into the console.
"It is sickbay."
"Ah. Right. Sickbay. Uh…" Nils blinked some more, and then the random information began to coalesce in his skull that felt like stuck in a huge ball of cotton. "Marcello. I mean, your husband. He's in sickbay."
"Si."
"Damn."
"Veramente."
"Whatever you say, ma'am. So, we're going?"
"It is sickbay."
"Ah. Right. Sickbay. Uh…" Nils blinked some more, and then the random information began to coalesce in his skull that felt like stuck in a huge ball of cotton. "Marcello. I mean, your husband. He's in sickbay."
"Si."
"Damn."
"Veramente."
"Whatever you say, ma'am. So, we're going?"
Lucia nodded, looking both grim and a little sad and worried. Nils was about to say something stupid, like 'at least he's alive, probably' but swallowed it when Lucia pried open another hatch and waved for him to follow. Well, there went his chance to offer a comforting hug or say something that would not make him look like a bigger idiot than he probably already did.
Only about three eternities of crawling through darkness and the occasional dimly lit Jeffery's tube later, Nils bumped into something again. Not the cold metal of a hatch, but something soft and warm and.. he groaned, scrambling backwards, and was shushed immediately. Then he heard it. Shouting and the sound of heavy boots right on the other side of the hatch.
A grim and determined expression on her face, Lucia turned and placed her feet firmly on the metal.
Nils's mouth went dry. She wasn't actually going to .. he managed a croak, and the Italian woman turned her head briefly.
"Pericoloso, eh? You stay, then. But is our people who is being shot at. Is no good."
"Right." Nils slumped and then tensed for the inevitable, as Lucia's feet kicked the hatch open with such force it bounced right off… oh goodness, a mightily surprised Romulan from the looks of it, and the Italian woman was not far behind. Shouting terrible Italian profanities, she wielded the phase compensator like it was an iron cast frying pan and pelted the stunned soldier squarely over the head. Wow, the guy actually staggered.
A grim and determined expression on her face, Lucia turned and placed her feet firmly on the metal.
Nils's mouth went dry. She wasn't actually going to .. he managed a croak, and the Italian woman turned her head briefly.
"Pericoloso, eh? You stay, then. But is our people who is being shot at. Is no good."
"Right." Nils slumped and then tensed for the inevitable, as Lucia's feet kicked the hatch open with such force it bounced right off… oh goodness, a mightily surprised Romulan from the looks of it, and the Italian woman was not far behind. Shouting terrible Italian profanities, she wielded the phase compensator like it was an iron cast frying pan and pelted the stunned soldier squarely over the head. Wow, the guy actually staggered.
Nils had learned about history in school of course, the whole Roman Empire thing and the Second World War when Italy's soldiers had stumbled from one blunder to the next. Watching Lucia, the young human couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if the Italians had simply sent their women. The money they would have saved on guns alone might have won them any old war.
The last thing he saw before falling face first onto the carpet in his unsuccessful attempt to launch his own attack, was a heavy disruptor rifle being snatched from a Romulan while the poor guy was being called something very nasty in a melodious sounding language. He'd have to remember that one. Vaffanculo. Well, at least she did not stick the rifle… ah, bleeding security officer at three o'clock. Not good.
The last thing he saw before falling face first onto the carpet in his unsuccessful attempt to launch his own attack, was a heavy disruptor rifle being snatched from a Romulan while the poor guy was being called something very nasty in a melodious sounding language. He'd have to remember that one. Vaffanculo. Well, at least she did not stick the rifle… ah, bleeding security officer at three o'clock. Not good.
A heavy thud announced at least one scuffle had been resolved one way or the other, and Nils scrambled to his feet just in time to see Lucia charge two more soldiers who were trying shoot another .. oh hell, very pretty woman, crouched behind a bulkhead, dishing out some phaser fire that already looked like a severely depleted power cell was in it's last throes. Because the one guy was hit but just kept on coming.
Before the young scientist could so much as move a muscle, another Romulan was introduced to Lucia who apparently found it a waste of time to figure out how the disruptor worked and simply rammed the blunt end into likely looking places. The other woman realized her unexpected reinforcements were about to get shot and tossed the useless weapon aside, throwing herself into the mix. In the flurry of black hair and angry Starfleet women, Nils wouldn't have known what to hit or shoot even if he'd had a weapon.
Before the young scientist could so much as move a muscle, another Romulan was introduced to Lucia who apparently found it a waste of time to figure out how the disruptor worked and simply rammed the blunt end into likely looking places. The other woman realized her unexpected reinforcements were about to get shot and tossed the useless weapon aside, throwing herself into the mix. In the flurry of black hair and angry Starfleet women, Nils wouldn't have known what to hit or shoot even if he'd had a weapon.
A sickening crack reached the young man's ears and he was about to adjust the score to add another one for Lucia, when he saw the other pretty lady go down. Ah, to hell with it. With a scream that would have done his Viking ancestors proud, or at least given them a good headache, Nils ran head first into the last Romulan still standing, just as Lucia sent the one rolling on the floor into the land of dreams.
Too bad sheer foolhardy bravery didn't impress grown Rommie soldiers. The guy merely stumbled forward as Nils impacted his back and the young human figured his first close combat would probably be his last, when he realized the guy was… doubling over.
He had nudged the man right into Lucia's waiting knee, placed firmly where even a Romulan male is vulnerable. Wincing in sympathy, Nils saw the rifle butt slammed onto another head and the poor goy went out like a light. Maybe better like that. But that would be one very cranky Rommie with a serious hangover later.
Too bad sheer foolhardy bravery didn't impress grown Rommie soldiers. The guy merely stumbled forward as Nils impacted his back and the young human figured his first close combat would probably be his last, when he realized the guy was… doubling over.
He had nudged the man right into Lucia's waiting knee, placed firmly where even a Romulan male is vulnerable. Wincing in sympathy, Nils saw the rifle butt slammed onto another head and the poor goy went out like a light. Maybe better like that. But that would be one very cranky Rommie with a serious hangover later.
Nils felt about ready to lose his last three days worth of food, but that would have meant getting sick all over the other lady lying unconscious at his feet. Red collar, Damn, he'd seen her before, right?
"Ma'am Lucia?"
"Is exec officer. Signora Katris. Is alive, si?"
Nils checked. Breathing. "Si. I mean yes."
"Va bene. Andiamo. You take that one." Lucia gestured to the security guy who sported a nasty disruptor burn and proceeded to pick up the other woman, leaving Nils to drag the Tellarite along as best as he could.
"Ma'am Lucia?"
"Is exec officer. Signora Katris. Is alive, si?"
Nils checked. Breathing. "Si. I mean yes."
"Va bene. Andiamo. You take that one." Lucia gestured to the security guy who sported a nasty disruptor burn and proceeded to pick up the other woman, leaving Nils to drag the Tellarite along as best as he could.
Good thing Lucia's uncanny sense of direction had made them tumble out of the Jeffrey's tubes only about fifty meters from main sickbay. As the doors slid open, there was the telltale hum of a force field barring their way and Lucia made it flare by prodding it with a boot while shouting more melodious but completely unintelligible words.
[USS Charon, Main Sickbay]
Marcello had finally located a hatch that might take him back to deck five where his beloved had last been, when the most beautiful sound in the universe reached his ears.
"Amore mio!" he sprinted through sickbay, leaping over the odd obstacle like injured crewmen and biobeds, at last slipping on some blue blood and impacting the still operating force field.
"Amore mio!" he sprinted through sickbay, leaping over the odd obstacle like injured crewmen and biobeds, at last slipping on some blue blood and impacting the still operating force field.
Lucia looked down at the stunned Marcello sitting on his behind and sighed.
"Is a terrible impacciato, my husband." she said to the wide eyed Nils "But amore is blind, eh?"
Prodding the forcefield once more with her boot, she snorted.
"You open door now pronto, is getting heavy our XO."
"Is a terrible impacciato, my husband." she said to the wide eyed Nils "But amore is blind, eh?"
Prodding the forcefield once more with her boot, she snorted.
"You open door now pronto, is getting heavy our XO."
[End Log]
Petty Officer 3rd Class Nils Olafsson
Scientist's Mate
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Lucia è Marcello
Random Italian Engineers
Scientist's Mate
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Lucia è Marcello
Random Italian Engineers
USS Charon
(NPCs apb I-Chaya)
