[USS Tempest] The Best Laid Schemes of Navs and Pilots

The Best Laid Schemes of Navs and Pilots


by Ensigns "Icebreaker" O'Donnell, "Squeak" Harris, "Pimlico" Van der Pol, and 
"Reynard" Tren


Note: This log takes place after "Are You Here?" and "Old Grudges". Sorry for 
the delay guys! 
Bloody woman. On a mission again. She'd asked the computer the whereabouts of 
Ofelian Tren, despite wanting to talk to Pim, assuming they would be together. 
This alpha-female bollocks is going to get very tiresome. Edward stopped and 
leaned against the corridor wall.

"Moira, will you slow down for crying out loud."

The red-head turned, her now freed locks flowing like a curtain of liquid 
metal. Biting her bottom lip, head bowed slightly, she peered at him through 
her fringe, "Sorry Munchkin, forgot you can't move quickly at the moment." The 
eyes sparkled and a blinding smile appeared, "Piggyback?"

Trying a scowl "No. Can't we just take a bloody turbolift?"

"Stop whinging. You should be grateful I didn't make you climb down the Docking 
Pylon. I just thought the walk to the Promenade would do you some good. We're 
almost at the Habitat Ring now." Crossing her arms under her bosom, she 
conceded,"Okay, we'll take a 'lift the rest of the way."

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Quark's in the afternoon seemed an altogether more sedate affair. Edward 
noticed a single patron, a Lurian, at the bar. The only other group were at the 
back of the bar, wreathed in smoke, watching what looked like a game of poker 
at a roulette wheel.

Moira leaned in,"Tongo. Hopefully someone's teaching that stuck-up bitch a 
lesson" 

With a loud guffaw, Pim tossed back the remainder of her drink. Piling her 
winnings together, she weaved to the bar, a stub of a cigar screwed into the 
corner of her mouth. Rey watched her go, choosing to stay where he was and 
observe the rest of the game.

"You did very well today, Pim. Another of the same?" Quark eyed the money 
covetously and continued wiping a glass.

"Yeah and whatever Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee are having." She perched on a 
chair and grinned at Moira.

"I suppose that makes you the Mad Hatter then does it?" Moira returned the 
grin, although the eyes showed no warmth. "I'll have what she's having and you 
better give Edward an orange juice. Still on the meds aren't you little man."

Edward grimaced and collected the drink. "I'm leaving you ladies alone. I 
really don't want any part of this discussion" With that he wandered over to 
the Tongo wheel to join the Trill.

"Now he's gone, down to business. You found the swine yet?" Moira took a 
mouthful of her drink. "I didn't want to look into it myself, might've scared 
'em off."

"Most likely," Pim muttered, before looking up and giving Moira a bright smile. 
"Of course I found them, I'm not a fool. Now all we need to do is work out how 
we're going to make them pay..." Sipping her drink, a glint of mischief 
sparkled in her eyes. "I have a few ideas, if you'd care to hear them."

Moira returned the look, "Oh yes. I've got some ideas too. I do hope you'll 
like them."


                
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