T'Lena/Renee (And PNPC Zack Davison)

|| USS Indefatigable
|| Boarding Platform Delta
|| 2125
|| Day 1

The club had a lot of people in it. The two Starfleet officers, the young man and the young Vulcan woman stepped into the club. The Vulcan had a PADD with directions on it that were updated from the computer. They walked through the crowd.

“Maybe she’ll shed some light on the demotion,” Zack said as they approached the part of the room that the PADD directed them to. She turned her head to her best friend and whispered in his ear.

“Now would not be the proper chronographic moment to audibly query that line of thinking,” T’Lena said.

“Do you mean, ‘Now is not the time?’”
“You feign ignorance poorly with me due to our long lasting proximity.” T’Lena said.
“Do you mean, ‘I can’t fool you because we’re such good friends?’”
T’Lena suddenly elbowed the Human playfully and without warning. He nearly spilt some woman’s drink right down her cleavage and into the crevices of her four large breasts.
“Ahiee!”

The Vulcan’s dark eyes flew to the top right of her brow in almost a roll but deep down in that subconscious of hers, she was laughing, hysterically.

“I see your point!” The Human yelled. He tried to clean the drink from the women hands that he bumped into but she slapped him away the moment he tried turning her tri-cleavage into a napkin dispenser. He caught up just before T’Lena found a blonde woman at the other end of her PADD where the blinking red dot on the display ended.

“Lieutenant — Junior Grade, T’Lena and,” she turned around to ensure that her best friend was with her. “Ensign Zack Daniels, reporting as ordered.”

|| USS Indefatigable
|| Boarding Platform Delta>Centuri Club
|| 2125
|| Day 1

The club had a lot of people in it. The two Starfleet officers, the young man and the young Vulcan woman stepped into the club. The Vulcan had a PADD with directions on it that were updated from the computer. They walked through the crowd.

“Maybe she’ll shed some light on the demotion,” Zack said as they approached the part of the room that the PADD directed them to. She turned her head to her best friend and whispered in his ear.

“Now would not be the proper chronographic moment to audibly query that line of thinking,” T’Lena said.

“Do you mean, ‘Now is not the time?’”
“You feign ignorance poorly with me due to our long lasting proximity.” T’Lena said.
“Do you mean, ‘I can’t fool you because we’re such good friends?’”
T’Lena suddenly elbowed the Human playfully and without warning. He nearly spilt some woman’s drink right down her cleavage and into the crevices of her four large breasts.
“Ahiee!”

The Vulcan’s dark eyes flew to the top right of her brow in almost a roll but deep down in that subconscious of hers, she was laughing, hysterically.

“I see your point!” The Human yelled. He tried to clean the drink from the women hands that he bumped into but she slapped him away the moment he tried turning her tri-cleavage into a napkin dispenser. He caught up just before T’Lena found a blonde woman at the other end of her PADD where the blinking red dot on the display ended.

“Lieutenant — Junior Grade, T’Lena and,” she turned around to ensure that her best friend was with her. “Ensign Zack Daniels, reporting as ordered.”

Reneé placed her drink onto the table and looked at the pair with a small smile. She had read somewhere on a report that the Indefatigable would be getting a chief engineering officer. No mention of her accomplice or perhaps Reneé had skipped over that part of the details. "I suppose this isn't exactly what you had in mind when it came to meeting your new commanding officer..." she said to the Vulcan before standing up. "I think it would be best if we talked in a more private booth."

Standing up she led the pair to a more secluded seating booth. A part of her wanted to offer them drinks but then she remembered that this was business rather than pleasure. She did a balance check during the walk over and found herself to still be in possession of her senses.

"I'm Lieutenant Colonel Reneé Lucas, your new commanding officer." she told them both before offering her hand to T'Lena. "I suppose you've both got a lot of questions?" added Reneé with a tone of hopefulness. She liked answering questions after all, it was part of her job in a way. At least they were Starfleet and not some alien royalty. Touch wood she'd never have to suffer that.

|| USS Indefatigable
|| Boarding Platform Delta>Centuri Club
|| 2125
|| Day 1

The club had a lot of people in it. The two Starfleet officers, the young man and the young Vulcan woman stepped into the club. The Vulcan had a PADD with directions on it that were updated from the computer. They walked through the crowd.

“Maybe she’ll shed some light on the demotion,” Zack said as they approached the part of the room that the PADD directed them to. She turned her head to her best friend and whispered in his ear.

“Now would not be the proper chronographic moment to audibly query that line of thinking,” T’Lena said.

“Do you mean, ‘Now is not the time?’”
“You feign ignorance poorly with me due to our long lasting proximity.” T’Lena said.
“Do you mean, ‘I can’t fool you because we’re such good friends?’”
T’Lena suddenly elbowed the Human playfully and without warning. He nearly spilt some woman’s drink right down her cleavage and into the crevices of her four large breasts.
“Ahiee!”

The Vulcan’s dark eyes flew to the top right of her brow in almost a roll but deep down in that subconscious of hers, she was laughing, hysterically.

“I see your point!” The Human yelled. He tried to clean the drink from the women hands that he bumped into but she slapped him away the moment he tried turning her tri-cleavage into a napkin dispenser. He caught up just before T’Lena found a blonde woman at the other end of her PADD where the blinking red dot on the display ended.

“Lieutenant — Junior Grade, T’Lena and,” she turned around to ensure that her best friend was with her. “Ensign Zack Daniels, reporting as ordered.”

Reneé placed her drink onto the table and looked at the pair with a small smile. She had read somewhere on a report that the Indefatigable would be getting a chief engineering officer. No mention of her accomplice or perhaps Reneé had skipped over that part of the details. "I suppose this isn't exactly what you had in mind when it came to meeting your new commanding officer..." she said to the Vulcan before standing up. "I think it would be best if we talked in a more private booth."

Standing up she led the pair to a more secluded seating booth. A part of her wanted to offer them drinks but then she remembered that this was business rather than pleasure. She did a balance check during the walk over and found herself to still be in possession of her senses.

"I'm Lieutenant Colonel Reneé Lucas, your new commanding officer." she told them both before offering her hand to T'Lena. "I suppose you've both got a lot of questions?" added Reneé with a tone of hopefulness. She liked answering questions after all, it was part of her job in a way. At least they were Starfleet and not some alien royalty. Touch wood she'd never have to suffer that.

“It is agreeable to make your acquaintance, Lieutenant Colonel.” T’Lena said. She sat down in the booth but she was stopped by the young man. He always liked to be on the inside of the booth and not the outside. T’Lena stood up straight and let him in first and then she slid in next to him.

“Nice to meet you,” Zack said. “We dropped your officer – I, I mean, we dropped off our stuff in our quarters first. We noticed the condition of the ship. It looks like you’ve been through it. We weren’t given any information about what happened.”

T’Lena nodded and looked to the Colonel. Her dark eyes gazed at her a moment and then, after a brief silence, “Concurred. Are we required to work with the crew from the station? Or are they handling the repairs?” She put her fingertips together in front of her and gave a slight bow, “My condolences for any whom were lost in whatever conflict may have taken place.”

|| USS Indefatigable
|| Boarding Platform Delta>Centuri Club
|| 2125
|| Day 1

The club had a lot of people in it. The two Starfleet officers, the young man and the young Vulcan woman stepped into the club. The Vulcan had a PADD with directions on it that were updated from the computer. They walked through the crowd.

“Maybe she’ll shed some light on the demotion,” Zack said as they approached the part of the room that the PADD directed them to. She turned her head to her best friend and whispered in his ear.

“Now would not be the proper chronographic moment to audibly query that line of thinking,” T’Lena said.

“Do you mean, ‘Now is not the time?’”
“You feign ignorance poorly with me due to our long lasting proximity.” T’Lena said.
“Do you mean, ‘I can’t fool you because we’re such good friends?’”
T’Lena suddenly elbowed the Human playfully and without warning. He nearly spilt some woman’s drink right down her cleavage and into the crevices of her four large breasts.
“Ahiee!”

The Vulcan’s dark eyes flew to the top right of her brow in almost a roll but deep down in that subconscious of hers, she was laughing, hysterically.

“I see your point!” The Human yelled. He tried to clean the drink from the women hands that he bumped into but she slapped him away the moment he tried turning her tri-cleavage into a napkin dispenser. He caught up just before T’Lena found a blonde woman at the other end of her PADD where the blinking red dot on the display ended.

“Lieutenant — Junior Grade, T’Lena and,” she turned around to ensure that her best friend was with her. “Ensign Zack Daniels, reporting as ordered.”

Reneé placed her drink onto the table and looked at the pair with a small smile. She had read somewhere on a report that the Indefatigable would be getting a chief engineering officer. No mention of her accomplice or perhaps Reneé had skipped over that part of the details. "I suppose this isn't exactly what you had in mind when it came to meeting your new commanding officer..." she said to the Vulcan before standing up. "I think it would be best if we talked in a more private booth."

Standing up she led the pair to a more secluded seating booth. A part of her wanted to offer them drinks but then she remembered that this was business rather than pleasure. She did a balance check during the walk over and found herself to still be in possession of her senses.

"I'm Lieutenant Colonel Reneé Lucas, your new commanding officer." she told them both before offering her hand to T'Lena. "I suppose you've both got a lot of questions?" added Reneé with a tone of hopefulness. She liked answering questions after all, it was part of her job in a way. At least they were Starfleet and not some alien royalty. Touch wood she'd never have to suffer that.

“It is agreeable to make your acquaintance, Lieutenant Colonel.” T’Lena said. She sat down in the booth but she was stopped by the young man. He always liked to be on the inside of the booth and not the outside. T’Lena stood up straight and let him in first and then she slid in next to him.

“Nice to meet you,” Zack said. “We dropped your officer – I, I mean, we dropped off our stuff in our quarters first. We noticed the condition of the ship. It looks like you’ve been through it. We weren’t given any information about what happened.”

T’Lena nodded and looked to the Colonel. Her dark eyes gazed at her a moment and then, after a brief silence, “Concurred. Are we required to work with the crew from the station? Or are they handling the repairs?” She put her fingertips together in front of her and gave a slight bow, “My condolences for any whom were lost in whatever conflict may have taken place.”

"Well what happened Ensign was that we decided to wrestle with a Breen cruiser along the border." she explained with a frown. "As a result of the supernova within Romulan space or at least in some way connected to it, the borders between the Breen Confederacy and the Federation have shifted. Of course the ship wasn't there on a 'offical' capacity."

Reneé gave a small bow back to T'Lena in return for her respectful comment. It was a nice touch to say the least and she did feel a pang of responsibility for the loss of life. Even if it wasn't exactly Reneé's fault she had always felt both protective and responsible of those under her command, more so given the number she was now legally protector of.

"The Indefatigable is an old ship. It's got a lot of history, lot of people who've came and gone within its hull. I have no doubt that with you two involved we'll be able to keep sailing. As for the repair work the crew is on shore leave rotation but with the amount of repairs needed you'll be back on...I suppose tomorrow, on one of the later shifts in case you get sore heads. Because tonight is senior staff night...with Ensign as escort of course. Also another note...Lieutenant Junior Grade Fong is our acting chief engineering officer. I can't speak for his technical skills but the man has ambition. If he causes any trouble with you Lieutenant, speak to my Executive Officer or myself. No Vulcan nerve pinches."

With a sigh she nodded towards the table. "Introductions." she stated. "Big guy in yellow is our Chief of Security; Lieutenant Richard Wayne. Medical girl is Lieutenant Desdemona Hyde our Chief Medical Officer. Then there's Lieutenant, full Lieutenant mind you, Oliver Dougherty our Executive Officer and Chief Strategic Officer. Last but by no means least; Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan. Newly appointed Chief of the Boat but he's also one of the damage control specialists. Don't let his lack of officer rank fool you; he's a good man. Trust him."

Reneé fished around in her pocket before placing two of the latinum slips she had won from the earlier side bet in front of the officers. "On me. I'm not sure if Vulcans drink but there should be a selection of alcoholic beverages. Ensign you've got no excuse. Also remember to report to the sickbay for a medical before starting duty."

|| USS Indefatigable
|| Boarding Platform Delta>Centuri Club
|| 2125
|| Day 1

The club had a lot of people in it. The two Starfleet officers, the young man and the young Vulcan woman stepped into the club. The Vulcan had a PADD with directions on it that were updated from the computer. They walked through the crowd.

“Maybe she’ll shed some light on the demotion,” Zack said as they approached the part of the room that the PADD directed them to. She turned her head to her best friend and whispered in his ear.

“Now would not be the proper chronographic moment to audibly query that line of thinking,” T’Lena said.

“Do you mean, ‘Now is not the time?’”
“You feign ignorance poorly with me due to our long lasting proximity.” T’Lena said.
“Do you mean, ‘I can’t fool you because we’re such good friends?’”
T’Lena suddenly elbowed the Human playfully and without warning. He nearly spilt some woman’s drink right down her cleavage and into the crevices of her four large breasts.
“Ahiee!”

The Vulcan’s dark eyes flew to the top right of her brow in almost a roll but deep down in that subconscious of hers, she was laughing, hysterically.

“I see your point!” The Human yelled. He tried to clean the drink from the women hands that he bumped into but she slapped him away the moment he tried turning her tri-cleavage into a napkin dispenser. He caught up just before T’Lena found a blonde woman at the other end of her PADD where the blinking red dot on the display ended.

“Lieutenant — Junior Grade, T’Lena and,” she turned around to ensure that her best friend was with her. “Ensign Zack Daniels, reporting as ordered.”

Reneé placed her drink onto the table and looked at the pair with a small smile. She had read somewhere on a report that the Indefatigable would be getting a chief engineering officer. No mention of her accomplice or perhaps Reneé had skipped over that part of the details. "I suppose this isn't exactly what you had in mind when it came to meeting your new commanding officer..." she said to the Vulcan before standing up. "I think it would be best if we talked in a more private booth."

Standing up she led the pair to a more secluded seating booth. A part of her wanted to offer them drinks but then she remembered that this was business rather than pleasure. She did a balance check during the walk over and found herself to still be in possession of her senses.

"I'm Lieutenant Colonel Reneé Lucas, your new commanding officer." she told them both before offering her hand to T'Lena. "I suppose you've both got a lot of questions?" added Reneé with a tone of hopefulness. She liked answering questions after all, it was part of her job in a way. At least they were Starfleet and not some alien royalty. Touch wood she'd never have to suffer that.

“It is agreeable to make your acquaintance, Lieutenant Colonel.” T’Lena said. She sat down in the booth but she was stopped by the young man. He always liked to be on the inside of the booth and not the outside. T’Lena stood up straight and let him in first and then she slid in next to him.

“Nice to meet you,” Zack said. “We dropped your officer – I, I mean, we dropped off our stuff in our quarters first. We noticed the condition of the ship. It looks like you’ve been through it. We weren’t given any information about what happened.”

T’Lena nodded and looked to the Colonel. Her dark eyes gazed at her a moment and then, after a brief silence, “Concurred. Are we required to work with the crew from the station? Or are they handling the repairs?” She put her fingertips together in front of her and gave a slight bow, “My condolences for any whom were lost in whatever conflict may have taken place.”

"Well what happened Ensign was that we decided to wrestle with a Breen cruiser along the border." she explained with a frown. "As a result of the supernova within Romulan space or at least in some way connected to it, the borders between the Breen Confederacy and the Federation have shifted. Of course the ship wasn't there on a 'offical' capacity."

Reneé gave a small bow back to T'Lena in return for her respectful comment. It was a nice touch to say the least and she did feel a pang of responsibility for the loss of life. Even if it wasn't exactly Reneé's fault she had always felt both protective and responsible of those under her command, more so given the number she was now legally protector of.

"The Indefatigable is an old ship. It's got a lot of history, lot of people who've came and gone within its hull. I have no doubt that with you two involved we'll be able to keep sailing. As for the repair work the crew is on shore leave rotation but with the amount of repairs needed you'll be back on...I suppose tomorrow, on one of the later shifts in case you get sore heads. Because tonight is senior staff night...with Ensign as escort of course. Also another note...Lieutenant Junior Grade Fong is our acting chief engineering officer. I can't speak for his technical skills but the man has ambition. If he causes any trouble with you Lieutenant, speak to my Executive Officer or myself. No Vulcan nerve pinches."

With a sigh she nodded towards the table. "Introductions." she stated. "Big guy in yellow is our Chief of Security; Lieutenant Richard Wayne. Medical girl is Lieutenant Desdemona Hyde our Chief Medical Officer. Then there's Lieutenant, full Lieutenant mind you, Oliver Dougherty our Executive Officer and Chief Strategic Officer. Last but by no means least; Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan. Newly appointed Chief of the Boat but he's also one of the damage control specialists. Don't let his lack of officer rank fool you; he's a good man. Trust him."

Reneé fished around in her pocket before placing two of the latinum slips she had won from the earlier side bet in front of the officers. "On me. I'm not sure if Vulcans drink but there should be a selection of alcoholic beverages. Ensign you've got no excuse. Also remember to report to the sickbay for a medical before starting duty."

The Ensign smiled the moment she brought up the “nerve pinch” and pointed to the Vulcan.

Ya know, T’Lena used to be a full Lieute—,” another elbow landed in his ribs, lightly.
“That’s very kind of you, Captain. I am the type of Vulcan who is willing to explore. In fact, I’m sure it is the reason I am not well received in the fleet compared to other Vulcans which is understandable.” She turned her head to her best friend at the ‘understandable’ part and took one of the slips and handed it to Zack. She turned her head back to the Colonel. “I look forward to your method of interaction with the crew as well as to the repair of our new home.”

“Sorry,” Zack said while rubbing his ribs. “I was impolite. It was nothing meant – against you,” he said between breaths. “She’s really a great girl once you get to know her. You two are both quite pretty as well,” he said, taking advantage of the laxed atmosphere that a club provided. It was a risk to take but seeing as he assumed that T’Lena and he would only be the very best of friends, and most likely nothing beyond, it would be okay to leave a well aimed compliment toward the direction of a beautiful blonde. “I’d ask you to dance since we’re on shore-leave, but – you’d have to promise not to beat the crap out of me like my best friend does. I’m not your average bull-headed, gung-ho, squared away, flat-topped, militaristic, toilet-trained-at-gun-point officer, so you have to treat me the exact opposite T’Lena does. I’m glass!” He squeaked playfully in a feigned fear of T’Lena. The Vulcan almost smiled but she hid the emotion with her hand.

“I saw that...” Zack pointed accusingly with a smile. He was sure that the CO saw it too.

“You – saw nothing,” T’Lena got back under control in a microsecond. “Lest you wish me to lose more official status within the higherarchy structure of the fleet if another Vulcan were to see your effect on my emotional suppression, I suggest you not try and break with what my meditation builds for me.” The Vulcan said.

The Ensign immediately pointed a thumb to his most trusted companion and spoke to the Colonel.

“Sorry, what she means is, she’s worried that she might get another demotion if a pointy-eared Vulcan that ranked higher than her in the fleet were to see the smiles I can give her because I can prove that under that cold-fish-exterior, there actually is a loving, caring, entity with a soul.” He winked at the blonde and smiled. T’Lena just stared at Renee’ and pretended that her best friends charm had no effect on her.

|| USS Indefatigable
|| Boarding Platform Delta>Centuri Club
|| 2125
|| Day 1

The club had a lot of people in it. The two Starfleet officers, the young man and the young Vulcan woman stepped into the club. The Vulcan had a PADD with directions on it that were updated from the computer. They walked through the crowd.

“Maybe she’ll shed some light on the demotion,” Zack said as they approached the part of the room that the PADD directed them to. She turned her head to her best friend and whispered in his ear.

“Now would not be the proper chronographic moment to audibly query that line of thinking,” T’Lena said.

“Do you mean, ‘Now is not the time?’”
“You feign ignorance poorly with me due to our long lasting proximity.” T’Lena said.
“Do you mean, ‘I can’t fool you because we’re such good friends?’”
T’Lena suddenly elbowed the Human playfully and without warning. He nearly spilt some woman’s drink right down her cleavage and into the crevices of her four large breasts.
“Ahiee!”

The Vulcan’s dark eyes flew to the top right of her brow in almost a roll but deep down in that subconscious of hers, she was laughing, hysterically.

“I see your point!” The Human yelled. He tried to clean the drink from the women hands that he bumped into but she slapped him away the moment he tried turning her tri-cleavage into a napkin dispenser. He caught up just before T’Lena found a blonde woman at the other end of her PADD where the blinking red dot on the display ended.

“Lieutenant — Junior Grade, T’Lena and,” she turned around to ensure that her best friend was with her. “Ensign Zack Daniels, reporting as ordered.”

Reneé placed her drink onto the table and looked at the pair with a small smile. She had read somewhere on a report that the Indefatigable would be getting a chief engineering officer. No mention of her accomplice or perhaps Reneé had skipped over that part of the details. "I suppose this isn't exactly what you had in mind when it came to meeting your new commanding officer..." she said to the Vulcan before standing up. "I think it would be best if we talked in a more private booth."

Standing up she led the pair to a more secluded seating booth. A part of her wanted to offer them drinks but then she remembered that this was business rather than pleasure. She did a balance check during the walk over and found herself to still be in possession of her senses.

"I'm Lieutenant Colonel Reneé Lucas, your new commanding officer." she told them both before offering her hand to T'Lena. "I suppose you've both got a lot of questions?" added Reneé with a tone of hopefulness. She liked answering questions after all, it was part of her job in a way. At least they were Starfleet and not some alien royalty. Touch wood she'd never have to suffer that.

“It is agreeable to make your acquaintance, Lieutenant Colonel.” T’Lena said. She sat down in the booth but she was stopped by the young man. He always liked to be on the inside of the booth and not the outside. T’Lena stood up straight and let him in first and then she slid in next to him.

“Nice to meet you,” Zack said. “We dropped your officer – I, I mean, we dropped off our stuff in our quarters first. We noticed the condition of the ship. It looks like you’ve been through it. We weren’t given any information about what happened.”

T’Lena nodded and looked to the Colonel. Her dark eyes gazed at her a moment and then, after a brief silence, “Concurred. Are we required to work with the crew from the station? Or are they handling the repairs?” She put her fingertips together in front of her and gave a slight bow, “My condolences for any whom were lost in whatever conflict may have taken place.”

"Well what happened Ensign was that we decided to wrestle with a Breen cruiser along the border." she explained with a frown. "As a result of the supernova within Romulan space or at least in some way connected to it, the borders between the Breen Confederacy and the Federation have shifted. Of course the ship wasn't there on a 'offical' capacity."

Reneé gave a small bow back to T'Lena in return for her respectful comment. It was a nice touch to say the least and she did feel a pang of responsibility for the loss of life. Even if it wasn't exactly Reneé's fault she had always felt both protective and responsible of those under her command, more so given the number she was now legally protector of.

"The Indefatigable is an old ship. It's got a lot of history, lot of people who've came and gone within its hull. I have no doubt that with you two involved we'll be able to keep sailing. As for the repair work the crew is on shore leave rotation but with the amount of repairs needed you'll be back on...I suppose tomorrow, on one of the later shifts in case you get sore heads. Because tonight is senior staff night...with Ensign as escort of course. Also another note...Lieutenant Junior Grade Fong is our acting chief engineering officer. I can't speak for his technical skills but the man has ambition. If he causes any trouble with you Lieutenant, speak to my Executive Officer or myself. No Vulcan nerve pinches."

With a sigh she nodded towards the table. "Introductions." she stated. "Big guy in yellow is our Chief of Security; Lieutenant Richard Wayne. Medical girl is Lieutenant Desdemona Hyde our Chief Medical Officer. Then there's Lieutenant, full Lieutenant mind you, Oliver Dougherty our Executive Officer and Chief Strategic Officer. Last but by no means least; Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan. Newly appointed Chief of the Boat but he's also one of the damage control specialists. Don't let his lack of officer rank fool you; he's a good man. Trust him."

Reneé fished around in her pocket before placing two of the latinum slips she had won from the earlier side bet in front of the officers. "On me. I'm not sure if Vulcans drink but there should be a selection of alcoholic beverages. Ensign you've got no excuse. Also remember to report to the sickbay for a medical before starting duty."

The Ensign smiled the moment she brought up the “nerve pinch” and pointed to the Vulcan.

Ya know, T’Lena used to be a full Lieute—,” another elbow landed in his ribs, lightly.
“That’s very kind of you, Captain. I am the type of Vulcan who is willing to explore. In fact, I’m sure it is the reason I am not well received in the fleet compared to other Vulcans which is understandable.” She turned her head to her best friend at the ‘understandable’ part and took one of the slips and handed it to Zack. She turned her head back to the Colonel. “I look forward to your method of interaction with the crew as well as to the repair of our new home.”

“Sorry,” Zack said while rubbing his ribs. “I was impolite. It was nothing meant – against you,” he said between breaths. “She’s really a great girl once you get to know her. You two are both quite pretty as well,” he said, taking advantage of the laxed atmosphere that a club provided. It was a risk to take but seeing as he assumed that T’Lena and he would only be the very best of friends, and most likely nothing beyond, it would be okay to leave a well aimed compliment toward the direction of a beautiful blonde. “I’d ask you to dance since we’re on shore-leave, but – you’d have to promise not to beat the crap out of me like my best friend does. I’m not your average bull-headed, gung-ho, squared away, flat-topped, militaristic, toilet-trained-at-gun-point officer, so you have to treat me the exact opposite T’Lena does. I’m glass!” He squeaked playfully in a feigned fear of T’Lena. The Vulcan almost smiled but she hid the emotion with her hand.

“I saw that...” Zack pointed accusingly with a smile. He was sure that the CO saw it too.

“You – saw nothing,” T’Lena got back under control in a microsecond. “Lest you wish me to lose more official status within the higherarchy structure of the fleet if another Vulcan were to see your effect on my emotional suppression, I suggest you not try and break with what my meditation builds for me.” The Vulcan said.

The Ensign immediately pointed a thumb to his most trusted companion and spoke to the Colonel.

“Sorry, what she means is, she’s worried that she might get another demotion if a pointy-eared Vulcan that ranked higher than her in the fleet were to see the smiles I can give her because I can prove that under that cold-fish-exterior, there actually is a loving, caring, entity with a soul.” He winked at the blonde and smiled. T’Lena just stared at Renee’ and pretended that her best friends charm had no effect on her.

In a mix of panic and surprise, Reneé's eyes widened. Did...did he just try to make a move on her? Called her pretty? Offered a dance? Her lack of intimate social interaction over the last few months had made the acceptable replies something of a mystery as she stammered. Good Lord! Give her a platoon of Jem'Hadar and a rifle then there would be no problem, but this?!

"I uh..." she began as her eyes searched for something else to look at. "I'm not much of a dancer. Not to mention the massive gap in rank. There's about fifty regulations stating why I don't take up that offer. Also..." Reneé was beginning to panic and clutch at the straws of excuses. She then managed to steady herself and smile at Zack.

She indicated to the table where the senior staff were setting, hoping they'd be enough of a distraction. "How about we go meet the other officers mmm? I mean sure, dancing sounds like fun but I think we should save it for another time. Don't you? Besides you've just got here...relax, have a drink, talk to the locals. After all we might find ourselves back here for whatever reason...?"

|| USS Indefatigable
|| Boarding Platform Delta>Centuri Club
|| 2125
|| Day 1

The club had a lot of people in it. The two Starfleet officers, the young man and the young Vulcan woman stepped into the club. The Vulcan had a PADD with directions on it that were updated from the computer. They walked through the crowd.

“Maybe she’ll shed some light on the demotion,” Zack said as they approached the part of the room that the PADD directed them to. She turned her head to her best friend and whispered in his ear.

“Now would not be the proper chronographic moment to audibly query that line of thinking,” T’Lena said.

“Do you mean, ‘Now is not the time?’”
“You feign ignorance poorly with me due to our long lasting proximity.” T’Lena said.
“Do you mean, ‘I can’t fool you because we’re such good friends?’”
T’Lena suddenly elbowed the Human playfully and without warning. He nearly spilt some woman’s drink right down her cleavage and into the crevices of her four large breasts.
“Ahiee!”

The Vulcan’s dark eyes flew to the top right of her brow in almost a roll but deep down in that subconscious of hers, she was laughing, hysterically.

“I see your point!” The Human yelled. He tried to clean the drink from the women hands that he bumped into but she slapped him away the moment he tried turning her tri-cleavage into a napkin dispenser. He caught up just before T’Lena found a blonde woman at the other end of her PADD where the blinking red dot on the display ended.

“Lieutenant — Junior Grade, T’Lena and,” she turned around to ensure that her best friend was with her. “Ensign Zack Daniels, reporting as ordered.”

Reneé placed her drink onto the table and looked at the pair with a small smile. She had read somewhere on a report that the Indefatigable would be getting a chief engineering officer. No mention of her accomplice or perhaps Reneé had skipped over that part of the details. "I suppose this isn't exactly what you had in mind when it came to meeting your new commanding officer..." she said to the Vulcan before standing up. "I think it would be best if we talked in a more private booth."

Standing up she led the pair to a more secluded seating booth. A part of her wanted to offer them drinks but then she remembered that this was business rather than pleasure. She did a balance check during the walk over and found herself to still be in possession of her senses.

"I'm Lieutenant Colonel Reneé Lucas, your new commanding officer." she told them both before offering her hand to T'Lena. "I suppose you've both got a lot of questions?" added Reneé with a tone of hopefulness. She liked answering questions after all, it was part of her job in a way. At least they were Starfleet and not some alien royalty. Touch wood she'd never have to suffer that.

“It is agreeable to make your acquaintance, Lieutenant Colonel.” T’Lena said. She sat down in the booth but she was stopped by the young man. He always liked to be on the inside of the booth and not the outside. T’Lena stood up straight and let him in first and then she slid in next to him.

“Nice to meet you,” Zack said. “We dropped your officer – I, I mean, we dropped off our stuff in our quarters first. We noticed the condition of the ship. It looks like you’ve been through it. We weren’t given any information about what happened.”

T’Lena nodded and looked to the Colonel. Her dark eyes gazed at her a moment and then, after a brief silence, “Concurred. Are we required to work with the crew from the station? Or are they handling the repairs?” She put her fingertips together in front of her and gave a slight bow, “My condolences for any whom were lost in whatever conflict may have taken place.”

"Well what happened Ensign was that we decided to wrestle with a Breen cruiser along the border." she explained with a frown. "As a result of the supernova within Romulan space or at least in some way connected to it, the borders between the Breen Confederacy and the Federation have shifted. Of course the ship wasn't there on a 'offical' capacity."

Reneé gave a small bow back to T'Lena in return for her respectful comment. It was a nice touch to say the least and she did feel a pang of responsibility for the loss of life. Even if it wasn't exactly Reneé's fault she had always felt both protective and responsible of those under her command, more so given the number she was now legally protector of.

"The Indefatigable is an old ship. It's got a lot of history, lot of people who've came and gone within its hull. I have no doubt that with you two involved we'll be able to keep sailing. As for the repair work the crew is on shore leave rotation but with the amount of repairs needed you'll be back on...I suppose tomorrow, on one of the later shifts in case you get sore heads. Because tonight is senior staff night...with Ensign as escort of course. Also another note...Lieutenant Junior Grade Fong is our acting chief engineering officer. I can't speak for his technical skills but the man has ambition. If he causes any trouble with you Lieutenant, speak to my Executive Officer or myself. No Vulcan nerve pinches."

With a sigh she nodded towards the table. "Introductions." she stated. "Big guy in yellow is our Chief of Security; Lieutenant Richard Wayne. Medical girl is Lieutenant Desdemona Hyde our Chief Medical Officer. Then there's Lieutenant, full Lieutenant mind you, Oliver Dougherty our Executive Officer and Chief Strategic Officer. Last but by no means least; Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan. Newly appointed Chief of the Boat but he's also one of the damage control specialists. Don't let his lack of officer rank fool you; he's a good man. Trust him."

Reneé fished around in her pocket before placing two of the latinum slips she had won from the earlier side bet in front of the officers. "On me. I'm not sure if Vulcans drink but there should be a selection of alcoholic beverages. Ensign you've got no excuse. Also remember to report to the sickbay for a medical before starting duty."

The Ensign smiled the moment she brought up the “nerve pinch” and pointed to the Vulcan.

Ya know, T’Lena used to be a full Lieute—,” another elbow landed in his ribs, lightly.
“That’s very kind of you, Captain. I am the type of Vulcan who is willing to explore. In fact, I’m sure it is the reason I am not well received in the fleet compared to other Vulcans which is understandable.” She turned her head to her best friend at the ‘understandable’ part and took one of the slips and handed it to Zack. She turned her head back to the Colonel. “I look forward to your method of interaction with the crew as well as to the repair of our new home.”

“Sorry,” Zack said while rubbing his ribs. “I was impolite. It was nothing meant – against you,” he said between breaths. “She’s really a great girl once you get to know her. You two are both quite pretty as well,” he said, taking advantage of the laxed atmosphere that a club provided. It was a risk to take but seeing as he assumed that T’Lena and he would only be the very best of friends, and most likely nothing beyond, it would be okay to leave a well aimed compliment toward the direction of a beautiful blonde. “I’d ask you to dance since we’re on shore-leave, but – you’d have to promise not to beat the crap out of me like my best friend does. I’m not your average bull-headed, gung-ho, squared away, flat-topped, militaristic, toilet-trained-at-gun-point officer, so you have to treat me the exact opposite T’Lena does. I’m glass!” He squeaked playfully in a feigned fear of T’Lena. The Vulcan almost smiled but she hid the emotion with her hand.

“I saw that...” Zack pointed accusingly with a smile. He was sure that the CO saw it too.

“You – saw nothing,” T’Lena got back under control in a microsecond. “Lest you wish me to lose more official status within the higherarchy structure of the fleet if another Vulcan were to see your effect on my emotional suppression, I suggest you not try and break with what my meditation builds for me.” The Vulcan said.

The Ensign immediately pointed a thumb to his most trusted companion and spoke to the Colonel.

“Sorry, what she means is, she’s worried that she might get another demotion if a pointy-eared Vulcan that ranked higher than her in the fleet were to see the smiles I can give her because I can prove that under that cold-fish-exterior, there actually is a loving, caring, entity with a soul.” He winked at the blonde and smiled. T’Lena just stared at Renee’ and pretended that her best friends charm had no effect on her.

In a mix of panic and surprise, Reneé's eyes widened. Did...did he just try to make a move on her? Called her pretty? Offered a dance? Her lack of intimate social interaction over the last few months had made the acceptable replies something of a mystery as she stammered. Good Lord! Give her a platoon of Jem'Hadar and a rifle then there would be no problem, but this?!

"I uh..." she began as her eyes searched for something else to look at. "I'm not much of a dancer. Not to mention the massive gap in rank. There's about fifty regulations stating why I don't take up that offer. Also..." Reneé was beginning to panic and clutch at the straws of excuses. She then managed to steady herself and smile at Zack.

She indicated to the table where the senior staff were setting, hoping they'd be enough of a distraction. "How about we go meet the other officers mmm? I mean sure, dancing sounds like fun but I think we should save it for another time. Don't you? Besides you've just got here...relax, have a drink, talk to the locals. After all we might find ourselves back here for whatever reason...?"

“She’s interested,” T’Lena said calmly. Her emotions were back to being buried as she sounded as logical as ever. Secretly, she knew she just helped her friend. “It’s unfortunate that this may deny his chance to mate with me but as a Vulcan I’d rather not express – envy. Unless you two happen to have a broad relationship, that is.” She said.

“I would translate that for you,” Zack said to Renee’ with a flushed red face, “But... I think I’d rather hope you didn’t just hear that.”

The Vulcan got up. “I look forward to meeting everyone.” She said.

|| USS Indefatigable
|| Boarding Platform Delta>Centuri Club
|| 2125
|| Day 1

The club had a lot of people in it. The two Starfleet officers, the young man and the young Vulcan woman stepped into the club. The Vulcan had a PADD with directions on it that were updated from the computer. They walked through the crowd.

“Maybe she’ll shed some light on the demotion,” Zack said as they approached the part of the room that the PADD directed them to. She turned her head to her best friend and whispered in his ear.

“Now would not be the proper chronographic moment to audibly query that line of thinking,” T’Lena said.

“Do you mean, ‘Now is not the time?’”
“You feign ignorance poorly with me due to our long lasting proximity.” T’Lena said.
“Do you mean, ‘I can’t fool you because we’re such good friends?’”
T’Lena suddenly elbowed the Human playfully and without warning. He nearly spilt some woman’s drink right down her cleavage and into the crevices of her four large breasts.
“Ahiee!”

The Vulcan’s dark eyes flew to the top right of her brow in almost a roll but deep down in that subconscious of hers, she was laughing, hysterically.

“I see your point!” The Human yelled. He tried to clean the drink from the women hands that he bumped into but she slapped him away the moment he tried turning her tri-cleavage into a napkin dispenser. He caught up just before T’Lena found a blonde woman at the other end of her PADD where the blinking red dot on the display ended.

“Lieutenant — Junior Grade, T’Lena and,” she turned around to ensure that her best friend was with her. “Ensign Zack Daniels, reporting as ordered.”

Reneé placed her drink onto the table and looked at the pair with a small smile. She had read somewhere on a report that the Indefatigable would be getting a chief engineering officer. No mention of her accomplice or perhaps Reneé had skipped over that part of the details. "I suppose this isn't exactly what you had in mind when it came to meeting your new commanding officer..." she said to the Vulcan before standing up. "I think it would be best if we talked in a more private booth."

Standing up she led the pair to a more secluded seating booth. A part of her wanted to offer them drinks but then she remembered that this was business rather than pleasure. She did a balance check during the walk over and found herself to still be in possession of her senses.

"I'm Lieutenant Colonel Reneé Lucas, your new commanding officer." she told them both before offering her hand to T'Lena. "I suppose you've both got a lot of questions?" added Reneé with a tone of hopefulness. She liked answering questions after all, it was part of her job in a way. At least they were Starfleet and not some alien royalty. Touch wood she'd never have to suffer that.

“It is agreeable to make your acquaintance, Lieutenant Colonel.” T’Lena said. She sat down in the booth but she was stopped by the young man. He always liked to be on the inside of the booth and not the outside. T’Lena stood up straight and let him in first and then she slid in next to him.

“Nice to meet you,” Zack said. “We dropped your officer – I, I mean, we dropped off our stuff in our quarters first. We noticed the condition of the ship. It looks like you’ve been through it. We weren’t given any information about what happened.”

T’Lena nodded and looked to the Colonel. Her dark eyes gazed at her a moment and then, after a brief silence, “Concurred. Are we required to work with the crew from the station? Or are they handling the repairs?” She put her fingertips together in front of her and gave a slight bow, “My condolences for any whom were lost in whatever conflict may have taken place.”

"Well what happened Ensign was that we decided to wrestle with a Breen cruiser along the border." she explained with a frown. "As a result of the supernova within Romulan space or at least in some way connected to it, the borders between the Breen Confederacy and the Federation have shifted. Of course the ship wasn't there on a 'offical' capacity."

Reneé gave a small bow back to T'Lena in return for her respectful comment. It was a nice touch to say the least and she did feel a pang of responsibility for the loss of life. Even if it wasn't exactly Reneé's fault she had always felt both protective and responsible of those under her command, more so given the number she was now legally protector of.

"The Indefatigable is an old ship. It's got a lot of history, lot of people who've came and gone within its hull. I have no doubt that with you two involved we'll be able to keep sailing. As for the repair work the crew is on shore leave rotation but with the amount of repairs needed you'll be back on...I suppose tomorrow, on one of the later shifts in case you get sore heads. Because tonight is senior staff night...with Ensign as escort of course. Also another note...Lieutenant Junior Grade Fong is our acting chief engineering officer. I can't speak for his technical skills but the man has ambition. If he causes any trouble with you Lieutenant, speak to my Executive Officer or myself. No Vulcan nerve pinches."

With a sigh she nodded towards the table. "Introductions." she stated. "Big guy in yellow is our Chief of Security; Lieutenant Richard Wayne. Medical girl is Lieutenant Desdemona Hyde our Chief Medical Officer. Then there's Lieutenant, full Lieutenant mind you, Oliver Dougherty our Executive Officer and Chief Strategic Officer. Last but by no means least; Chief Petty Officer Daniel Sullivan. Newly appointed Chief of the Boat but he's also one of the damage control specialists. Don't let his lack of officer rank fool you; he's a good man. Trust him."

Reneé fished around in her pocket before placing two of the latinum slips she had won from the earlier side bet in front of the officers. "On me. I'm not sure if Vulcans drink but there should be a selection of alcoholic beverages. Ensign you've got no excuse. Also remember to report to the sickbay for a medical before starting duty."

The Ensign smiled the moment she brought up the “nerve pinch” and pointed to the Vulcan.

Ya know, T’Lena used to be a full Lieute—,” another elbow landed in his ribs, lightly.
“That’s very kind of you, Captain. I am the type of Vulcan who is willing to explore. In fact, I’m sure it is the reason I am not well received in the fleet compared to other Vulcans which is understandable.” She turned her head to her best friend at the ‘understandable’ part and took one of the slips and handed it to Zack. She turned her head back to the Colonel. “I look forward to your method of interaction with the crew as well as to the repair of our new home.”

“Sorry,” Zack said while rubbing his ribs. “I was impolite. It was nothing meant – against you,” he said between breaths. “She’s really a great girl once you get to know her. You two are both quite pretty as well,” he said, taking advantage of the laxed atmosphere that a club provided. It was a risk to take but seeing as he assumed that T’Lena and he would only be the very best of friends, and most likely nothing beyond, it would be okay to leave a well aimed compliment toward the direction of a beautiful blonde. “I’d ask you to dance since we’re on shore-leave, but – you’d have to promise not to beat the crap out of me like my best friend does. I’m not your average bull-headed, gung-ho, squared away, flat-topped, militaristic, toilet-trained-at-gun-point officer, so you have to treat me the exact opposite T’Lena does. I’m glass!” He squeaked playfully in a feigned fear of T’Lena. The Vulcan almost smiled but she hid the emotion with her hand.

“I saw that...” Zack pointed accusingly with a smile. He was sure that the CO saw it too.

“You – saw nothing,” T’Lena got back under control in a microsecond. “Lest you wish me to lose more official status within the higherarchy structure of the fleet if another Vulcan were to see your effect on my emotional suppression, I suggest you not try and break with what my meditation builds for me.” The Vulcan said.

The Ensign immediately pointed a thumb to his most trusted companion and spoke to the Colonel.

“Sorry, what she means is, she’s worried that she might get another demotion if a pointy-eared Vulcan that ranked higher than her in the fleet were to see the smiles I can give her because I can prove that under that cold-fish-exterior, there actually is a loving, caring, entity with a soul.” He winked at the blonde and smiled. T’Lena just stared at Renee’ and pretended that her best friends charm had no effect on her.

In a mix of panic and surprise, Reneé's eyes widened. Did...did he just try to make a move on her? Called her pretty? Offered a dance? Her lack of intimate social interaction over the last few months had made the acceptable replies something of a mystery as she stammered. Good Lord! Give her a platoon of Jem'Hadar and a rifle then there would be no problem, but this?!

"I uh..." she began as her eyes searched for something else to look at. "I'm not much of a dancer. Not to mention the massive gap in rank. There's about fifty regulations stating why I don't take up that offer. Also..." Reneé was beginning to panic and clutch at the straws of excuses. She then managed to steady herself and smile at Zack.

She indicated to the table where the senior staff were setting, hoping they'd be enough of a distraction. "How about we go meet the other officers mmm? I mean sure, dancing sounds like fun but I think we should save it for another time. Don't you? Besides you've just got here...relax, have a drink, talk to the locals. After all we might find ourselves back here for whatever reason...?"

“She’s interested,” T’Lena said calmly. Her emotions were back to being buried as she sounded as logical as ever. Secretly, she knew she just helped her friend. “It’s unfortunate that this may deny his chance to mate with me but as a Vulcan I’d rather not express – envy. Unless you two happen to have a broad relationship, that is.” She said.

“I would translate that for you,” Zack said to Renee’ with a flushed red face, “But... I think I’d rather hope you didn’t just hear that.”

The Vulcan got up. “I look forward to meeting everyone.” She said.

With a gulp Reneé's brow raised as she wondered exactly how many drinks had been gulped before this conversation was taking place. If it was in the ready room would it have gone differently? Where they drunk? The Vulcan was talking about mating. With her Commanding Officer. Not only that but a junior officer had quite clearly made an unsubtle move on her.

This type of banter was easily found within the marines but the Fleet? She had never heard a Vulcan discuss 'mating' before. "I'm not interested I'm just..." she started before pinching the bridge of her nose. "I think it would be best if we just talked with the others. That would be wonderful."