Joint Personal Log - CMO & Civie - Lt Quoicho & Tygelgor -

Posted on 241408.23 @ 7:00pm by Civilian Fabla

Mission: Suicidal Running Title
Location: Figaro

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Nanee was in the lounge drinking her fifth Vodka tonic; she wasn't tipsy, but at had a nice buzz going. Nanee wasn't even sure why she was drinking, there was a chance that she was feeling guilty how she treated Scarlet the last time they spoke. Even though Nanee truly believed the women needed to hear those words.

Before knew what she was doing she was at the access hatch for the Figaro, but the damn hatch wouldn't budge, "what are they hiding?" Nanee muttered under her breath.

A large hand extended into Nanee's vision, easily working the handle she fought with... turning it the opposite direction than she'd been attempting. A deep rumble of laughter came from behind her, and the tip of a weapon was pressed into her back.

"In," was what her universal translator provided for the mumbled Orion that broke up the laughter for but a moment.

Gulping she slowly kept her hands in plain sight and slowly walked into the large hold of the Figaro. The buzz she had was gone now, replaced by fear, which for her usually was a rush but this was different. "Sorry, I-I didn't mean to disturb you. I-I think I got turned around."

He crossed his arms, nodded to a small crate, and waited.

"Okay okay," Nanee said, walking over to the crate and slowly turning around. As she did so, she saw that it was the Nausicaan muscle, "Ty Ty. Never mind, it's Nanee, Fabla's friend," Nanee said this as she slowly sat down on the crate.

He grunted, clearly recognizing her. He stared at her, as if waiting for something.

"Oh yeah....you mind putting the weapon away? I'm no threat," Nanee asked nodding down to the gun.

"No," he insisted, this time in a heavily accented Federation standard. He'd managed to learn a few words of the tongue, and Fabla worked with him to learn more. "Why here?" For this, he returned to the rough Orion, the universal translator in Nanee's combadge chirped out the translation at her.

"Ummm..." Nanee said trying to remember if she chose to come down here or not, "I don't know, I was drinking and I thought I was heading to my quarters but apparently I wound up here."

He shook his head, closing the space between them, and tucked the klingon disruptor in his hand into a holster on his hip. He scooped Nanee up, draping her over his shoulders and started out of the Figaro. "Go home," the universal translator provided this time.

Nanee smirked as she was picked up, again it was a very gentle touch. "Man people can be so wrong about some things," Nanee said looking at Ty, "I mean all my life I've been told Nausicaans are ruthless, but you you are very different."

Tygelgor made a face as he marched out the hatch of the ship, onto the Enterprise, his eyes moving up ward and to the left to look towards where the Trill doctor's face was. He grunted with a head shake as he continued to plod along.

"You're gentle when you need to be, and forceful when you need to be. I mean, why can't all men be that way?" Nanee said, grinning at Ty, wondering if he would respond with anything besides a grunt or head nod.

A shrug of his shoulders bounced Nanee as he walked along, carefully looking at the plaques on the wall and next to the doors. When he found the one he was looking for, he hit the control panel next to it and open slid the turbolift doors. He held up his hand, showing the number of fingers for the deck that Nanee's quarters were located, and waited.

Nanee smirked, wondering what the captain would say of he saw this scene, his chief medical officer needing to be carried back to her quarters by a Naussicaan. "How about a nice night cap when we get to my quarters?"

He grumbled and shook his head. He was waiting for her to tell the turbolift where to go, as it didn't like when he tried to. He snapped his fingers and held up the number of fingers for her deck again.

Nanee cackled in laughter as she just got what Ty needed, "computer deck... uh... shit... right deck 3." She shouted, "oh oh sorry I didn't mean to shout." Nanee said as she softly brushed Ty's cheek.

As the turbolift hummed to life and quickly ushered them to deck three, Tygelgor just shook his head, holding the trill doctor securely on his shoulders. It didn't take long for the doors to open again and he walked out, looking around at the placards on the all wall again. Eventually finding one that said Nanee's name on it, he deposited her in front of the door to her quarters.

"Sleep off," the universal translator told her when he growled Orion at her again. He crossed his arms and waited for her to let herself into her quarters.

Thank god for biometrics 'cause most likely Nanee would struggle inputting in an actual code. "So... no night cap?" Nanee asked as the door slid open.

Tygelgor shook his head.

This pissed Nanee off, or at least the drunk Nanee, "Fine. Just wanted to get to know you better." Nanee said stumbling into her quarters.

When the door shut behind the Trill doctor, Tygelgor shook his head again and lumbered off back to the Figaro. Drunk people were weird, he thought with a shrug.

Nanee luckily made it to the couch before passing out, with one leg on and one off, her face smushed against the couch cushion.

=/\= END LOG =/\=

Lieutenant Nanee Quoicho
Chief Medical Officer
USS Enterprise

Tygelgor (apb Pond)
Muscle
Figaro