Joint Personal Log - LtCmdr Rinehart, Lt Qouicho & Civ Fabla - "Take A Look Inside..."(Backlog)

Posted on 241408.09 @ 11:42am by Civilian Fabla & Commander Tierney Rinehart
Edited on on 241408.09 @ 12:26pm

Mission: Suicidal Running Title
Location: Bimi

= B =

Still in her charcoal color silk top and tight black jeans that showed off her curves perfectly Nanee always smirked when her outfit choices showed off her curves. Topping off the assemble with her favorite black snake skin leather jacket and simple black flats. This was gonna change soon as her eyes caught a shop with a pair of sexy simple black leather boots in the window. Once they were purchase her simple flats were in the box and the gorgeous black leather boots were on her feet.

Nanee walked on from the irritable insectoid which truth be told she found enjoyable dealing with. Chuckling softly to herself; as she walked along the promenade, thinking that the perfect post for her would've been with Tellarites where arguing was a norm for them.

Nanee wasn't super impressed with what she was seeing after picking up a pair of gorgeous black leather boots. So she decided to call it a day and head back to the Enterprise. The lounge bartenders knew how to make a nice Jack n' Coke which was quickly becoming her favorite drink.

As she was approaching the airlock area of Bimi she noticed the Orion women she had drinks with. "Fab...." She started but stopped as she saw the company she had. Particularly the Nausicaan, she had heard stories of them and, well, decided that staying away from them was a good idea.

"Nanee!" Fabla looked up from her conversation, well, argument with Nadik. The Tellarite was starting to grow on her despite his brusk manner. "You must meet my crew mates."

"Oh... of course." Nanee said walking forwarded, moving the bag she was carrying to her other hand, allowing her other hand to be free if there was gonna be any shaking to be happening.

Tierney looked up at the commotion, blinking at the oncoming new face. Stepping out from behind Nadik, she came to rest beside the Nausicaan and Fabla.

Nanee jumped slightly seeing another person appear. Nanee wasn't really sure how to introduce herself to the crew. So she decided to let Fabla do it for her or at least start the introduction process.

"Nanee, this is Tierney, our Captain, I believe would be the way to put it, though she is a Lieutenant Commander in Starfleet," Fabla said, waving her hand delicately to indicate the redhead.

"Officially the Enterprise's most unwanted individual." Tierney chuckled lightly, offering her hand for a quick shake.

"Pleasure to meet you, Commander. Lieutenant Nanee Quoicho, one of the new medical officers." Nanee said taking her hand for the quick shake, curious about the unwanted individual comment. But than it occurred to her, "you're also the chief intelligence officer aboard the Enterprise, correct?"

"That I am." The Star-child nodded as she withdrew her hand and receded slightly into the shadow of Tygelgor.

The large nausicaan looked down at the star child, then at Nanee, before finally giving Fabla a questioning look. Fabla smiled at him brightly, and he smiled back, a smile that could give a small child nightmares. He turned this grin to Nanee.

"This is Tygelgor," Fabla waved her hand in front of the nausicaan, and he waved. "Nadik, Tallen, and... Zerra was it?" Fabla indicated in order the tellarite, who grunted; the Cardassian-bajoran mix, who smiled and nodded his head as he murmured a traditional Trill greeting in the Trill tongue; and then the half trill with the dark eyes, who didn't even look up from the small book and pencil she held.

Nanee relayed the same greeting in her tongue back to the Cardassian-Bajoran along with, "you've a very talented tongue." But the one that interested her the most was the half Trill which you didn't see often. "Intriguing crew Fabla." Nanee added, looking at Fable, giving her a small grin.

"Thank you," Tallen said softly, stealing a shy glance at Nanee as he did.

"So..." Nanee started but wasn't really sure what to say. "Tallen was it? It's rare to meet a non-Trill speaking traditional Trill."

"That is precisely why the slave market owner insisted I learn it when I was sufficiently skilled at Ferengi, so I would fetch a better price," he explained softly.

"It also makes you fun at parties, like Tygelgor's disappearing knife trick," Fabla suggested with a smile.

Nanee found it amazing that they were able to speak so freely about their time as slaves. "Anything I can help you carry onto the ship?"

Tierney looked up from where she'd been studying a PaDD at Nanee's question and froze for a moment. The idea of letting someone from Starfleet onto the ship seemed a peculiarly terrifying one for the Intel officer. "If we do have anything, it will require you being searched. It's not a slight against you... Just precaution." She smiled.

Nanee forced a smile, she also assumed she would've been searched anyways by ships security. "Of course I understand completely. Can never be too careful in these times."

Fabla considered the exchange between Tierney and Nanee. It hadn't even occurred to her that her new friend would need to be searched to go onto their ship. She made note to discuss visiting rules on the Figaro with Tierney later. "I think everything we're bringing back today is easily carried by those who purchased, except Zerra's art supplies... but she is protective of those. We will have deliveries tomorrow for the larger items though."

"Of course." Nanee added giving Fabla a smile as she set her box down so she could be searched. She was quite intrigued to see their ship. She had seen insides of civilian ships before but it was usually the infirmary.

Tierney nodded to Ty, stepping to one side to allow him past to begin his search. It was hard for the Starling to let her guard down, to open herself up to more people -- especially a joined Trill with all their rules and their experiences. It was a changing of the tide now, though, that forced Tierney to begin a metamorphosis of sorts -- forcing her to become reliant on others and their charms and talents. Nanee was no exception.

Tygelgor smiled at Nanee again as he did a visual once over at first. He half-grunted at Nanee, the universal translator in her combadge translated his rough Orion into Federation standard, "Pat you down now, please."

Nanee nodded looking at the Nausicaan. "No funny business," she added spreading her legs and lifting her arms.

He chuckled, more of a deep rumble than a laugh, as he stooped over to quickly pat Nanee down. His touch was so gentle and polite, and Fabla giggled.

"He used to provide security for a collection of Orion slave women, if he tried funny stuff, they would have had his manhood if not his life," Fabla explained, her use of the word slave in this context was said as if it was a filthy word. It was clear she didn't think the same of the mentioned orion women as she did of her crew mates.

Nanee nodded, "first time ever being patted down by a Nausicaan." She said with a slight chuckle surprised with how gentle his touch was. Actually it was really her first pat down.

"He is really just a big Theodore Bear," Fabla insisted, laying a hand on Tygelgor's arm. He grinned at her, receiving a grin in return.

Nanee gave a crooked smile to Tygelgor, "as far as pat downs go, very professional, thank you. Do you need to check my box?"

Zerra choked on laughter at Nanee's question, drawing funny looks from Fabla and the others. "Sorry, human phrase I'd heard before..." she murmured, and continued to sketch in her book. Fabla and Tygelgor exchanged a look before the Nausicaan carefully picked up the box and looked inside... handling it not unlike a grown man holds a little girl's tea cup during a make believe tea party.

Nanee just chuckled hearing the laughter from Zerra and seeing how the large Nausicaan was inspecting the box, "just a old pair of shoes seeing as I had to wear these out of the store." Nanee said showing off her new boots.

"Those are beautiful. I need a pair of boots," Fabla said, bending over to look closer.

Nanee smirked seeing Fabla gush over her boots. "Good, that's the kind of reaction I wanted to get when I bought these!" Nanee said twisting her ankle and hip so Fabla could get a look at the whole boot.

Tygelgor leaned close to look at the boots, then growled something to Fabla that was too quiet for the universal translator to pick up. She laughed and smiled.

"He wants to know if they come in his size," Fabla explained. He grinned wide.

"Mmmmm....a man after my own heart." Nanee said always enjoying a man who knew what good footwear looked like.

Looking up, Tierney raised an eyebrow at the Nausicaan and opened her mouth to say something when an unseen device chirped its presence, forcing her brain off in another direction. "I've got to go, unfortunately. Duty calls." She said, nodding her farewells and struggling to wing her heels off to hand to Fabla and even more so to get her boots back on, hopping as she fumbled with the zippers mid-stride, trying to run as best she could. It was a small wonder she didn't fall on her face in the process. She was late.

Fabla blinked at Tierney's sudden departure, but that the small red head had quickly changed out of her high heels and shoved them at Fabla as she ran off pulling on her uniform boots left the delicate green skinned woman without comment.

"Let us go back to the Figaro, perhaps give Nanee a tour?" she suggested. The rest of the crew gathered their things to move out. Tygelgor picked up Nanee's box again to carry for her.

"Thanks Ty." Nanee said using the nickname she had been hearing for the Nausicaan.

=/\= End Log =/\=

Lieutenant Commander Tierney Rinehart
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS ENTERPRISE

Lieutenant Nanee Quoicho
Medical Officer
USS ENTERPRISE

Fabla
Civilian Pilot
The Freighter Figaro