This place is a mess
Posted on Fri Jul 24th, 2020 @ 12:39pm by
Edited on on Fri Jul 24th, 2020 @ 12:40pm
1,635 words; about a 8 minute read
Mission:
The Ties That Bind - Empok Nor Episode 2
Location: Promenade
Timeline: MD001 1400 hrs
Nassie stepped out of the airlock and onto the promenade, as she took a good look around, she softly said. "This place is a mess." Nassie looked around, a little depressed at what she was seeing. There was a lot of work, to be done here. She wondered, how long it would take them to clean up this. She wondered, how pad the damage was to the computer corps, and all the consoles.
Talas had come to the promenade just a few moments before Nassie. He watched her for a moment and then walked towards her, making just enough noise so she would be aware of his presence.
"Looks like we have our work cut out for us," Talas said quietly. He shook his head at the destruction.
"Us? Hear I was hoping to pass this off with you, and going to operations, and get some command time training in." Nassie said, in a sarcastic grin. She was not being serious, she was trying to be humorous, to allow this sad realization a chance to sink in.
“Nice try,” Talas grinned. “This is going to take us a while as it is. I mean I could go in your place and let you have all the fun here?” His eyes lit up.
"Knock yourself out, I will be on deck one. Just clean up any messes you make in my quarters. Thanks." Nassie said, with a big teasing grin on her face. She thought his response was cute, but she managed to get the upper hand in that exchange of words.
“Oh no you don’t,” Talas grinned. “Many hands makes light work. Together we will have this done in no time.”
"My quarters do not need your touch, but this promenade area might. Here I thought you were this big strong, proud man, who could do it all." Nassie teased him, trying to sucker him into doing all of the work.
“No,” Talas replied shaking his head. “I am man enough to admit when I need help from a capable strong woman who wants to do her share, being treated as an equal.”
"I see, and hear I was hoping to get a big strapping strong man, to put my room back in working order. But if the task is to much for you, I suppose I can do it myself." Nassie said, with a big grin on her face.
She liked picking on him, he was clearing trying to pick up, in a romantic way. His intentions were not subtle. Part of her admired it, part of her, wished he was more smooth with his approach.
“Too much?” Talas smiled. “I would be more than happy to assist you in getting your room back in shape.” He smiled at her, there was something about her that he liked. She kept him on his toes and didn’t give an inch.
"I said you could do that, but don't expect me to be there. I am more than a thin girl with a pretty face. I am not a trophy to put on your belt, I think that's how the Human's say it." Nassie pointed out to him, thinking he needed to keep his hormones in check.
Talas shook his head. "I am not looking for a trophy. But I won't lie and say I am not interested in you. I was hoping to ask you on a date. You know, go to dinner and get to know one another."
"Glad to hear it, because I am no trophy." Nassie suggested to him, as she shook her head no. In reality what she was saying, was no chance in hell, would she allow that scenario to play out, ever!
"I was clueless growing up," Talas explained. "To the plight of women back home. I will never disrespect a woman or treat her as less than me." He paused. "My biggest regret is that I couldn't convince my sister to come with me."
"Tell me about your family life?" Nassie said, as she decided to induldge in a little small talk, to see if she wanted to invest any time in him.
"Where should I start," Talas replied quietly. "I am the oldest child in my family. I have a younger brother and sister. My father ran out household, he was very strict but as a child I idolized him, wanting to grow up to be just like him and follow in his footsteps to become the Official Account for the Monarch," His mind wandered back to his childhood. "I had a lot of friends and my childhood is filled with good memories but at the same time it is filled with much sadness." Talas looked at her. "One day I woke up to reality."
"Account for the Monarch, was your family Nobelity?" Nassie asked. Her family was from nobility, and they hated the fact that Elloma and Nassie joined Starfleet. In their eyes, the work of Starfleet was for commoners. Not for the nobels of Krios Prime.
Elloma joined to despise her parents. Nassie joined to get away from her parents, and her sister. Ironically, starfleet had other plans for the two of them.
“Yes,” Talas nodded. “From the House of Ruhrie. I am a disappointment to my father for my choices.” He wished he could have talked his sister into leaving with him.
"What do you mean?" She asked. She was also not familiar with House Ruhrie. But that did not mean much. It just meant, both of their families, did not do a lot of business together.
“I am a rebel,” Talas admitted. “I was in my teens when I realized the division between men and women. The more I watched my family the more I realized that my sister was treated differently. I didn’t understand then and still don’t now. It ended up with me heading for Starfleet, trying to talk my sister into coming which I have yet to convince her.”
"You may not be able too. She may not be a rebel like you." Nassie pointed out to him. Some people never wanted to change, or take risks. People like Nassie, Elloma and Talas, they loved to take risks. Clearly evident, by their decision to join Starfleet.
“I have had to face that,” Talas nodded. “I can hope but I know deep down as long as she is willing to be manipulated then she will be unhappy.”
"You should wish for the best in people, just a friendly suggestion." Nassie pointed out to Talas. His last comment, seemed like he wanted his sister to be manipulated by his mother, since he did not run off with him to Starfleet. Nassie had a similiar issue, Elloma wanted her to run away to Starfleet. But she did not do that at first. One because she was to young, two because, she did not want to others making her career plans for her. She was more than capable of deciding on her own.
“I just want her to have the freedom to choose,” Talas explained. “To see she can stay there, join Starfleet or something as simple as get married and have a family but it should be hers not anyone else or their influence.”
"I can respect that, its what I did as well." Nassie pointed out to him. She too wanted to make her own decision.
Talas smiled. “It feels good to talk to someone who understands where I am coming from.”
"I do. Being born nobel, is not as glorious as some of Brethren would have us believe. I honestly enjoy a good's day work." Nassie said, with a grin on her face. She liked being an operations officer, and fixing things.
“I’m glad you said that!” Talas grinned. “There is so much more satisfaction in taking something that is broken and making it work again.”
"I prefer it not to break period, but I do not mind fixing broken things. I just like to keep things working. Solving the puzzle." Nassie told him. They had similiar interests, but his appeared to be with fixing broken things. Where she just liked to keep things running, and solving mysteries.
“The end goal is for things to not break down,” Talas agreed. “It shows we are doing an excellent job on board. What I meant was I am glad to be gifted in that area and am able to make those repairs when necessary.” He smiled then. “Like fixing your quarters.”
"I can fix my own quarters." Nassie, feeling a little agiatated. He was not getting the hint, and it was annoying her.
“I know you can,” Talas replied. “It was a joke. You know an attempt at humor, what did I say wrong?”
"Let's keep my quarters out of your jokes, okay." Nassie suggested to him, trying to show him, she liked the humor. But there had to be boundaries.
“Okay,” Talas nodded. “I did not mean to overstep. My apologies.”
"Instead we can fix your quarters." Nassie said, teasing and maching him a little bit. It was only right, and a little bit of payback.
Talas laughed in return. “How about we settle for this room and I will buy you lunch?”
"I think you mean, take me out to lunch. All meals for Starfleet Officers, are free." Nassie pointed out to him, with a chuckle.
“Yes,” Talas replied with a laugh. He liked that she got his sense of humor.
"Let's start with lunch." Nassie said, as the scene starts to fade away.
A joint post by;
Ensign Nassie Essu
Operations Officer, Empok Nor
Ensign Talas Ruhrie
Communications Specialist, Empok Nor
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