Posted by Ensign Randal ‘Randy’ Kabil (Yeoman Second Rate) in Crashing the pad
Radal had been lounging on K-5 for a little before deciding it was time to head off to is first post. The young man of 23, bag slung over his shoulder strolled onto the ship, dress fluttering wonderfully above those fantastic knee length boots. His ‘older’ sister had been appointed the Captain’s Yeoman a little while ago and Randal, or Randy as he was better known because it was a shortening of the name but also a general outlook on life that he held, was to train with her and act as a blended role onboard the ship so that he could use his masters degree hopefully. He smirked as he twirled in the hall, freedoms were abound on a ship when he approached the quarters he was assigned. There was a name already there, ‘Rand Kabil’ and he said to no one in particular, “Ah, home sweet home”. He tapped the panel and entered the room. Finding trademarks of his sister everywhere. “And you thought you got this whole place to yourself didn’t you sis?” He said with a chuckle, pushing the piles off of what was to be his bed and hopped onto it, laying on his back and wondering just how Rand was going to react to him being there.

Randy Kabil

Rand had finished going over the senior staff reports and adjusting the captain’s schedule before the captain left for his first set of meetings. He’d page her if he needed anything. She’d then stocked a first aid kit for him in the bathroom and then replaced the towel he’d got blood on. She made arrangements with the mess to have his bagel ready every morning for her to pick up and she stocked his blend of coffee. She looked around his quarters, nodded with satisfaction at the uniform laid out on the stand and made sure his dress uniform was clean and pressed as well. She turned a neat, beatiful pirroet in the room and boots clicking stylishly on the floor exited the COs quarters and strode across the hall. She it the button, the door sliding open and stepped in with the intention of finishing unpacking. She knew there would be a secondary Yeoman at some point that she would have to share with, maybe. If she did a good enough job the captain may not want another and she’d have the space to herself, but…someone had been through her things. Stuff was everywhere! Why? She came around the corner, spoted the body, in a red uniform dress, black knee high boots, and dark hairy legs, impressively muscular legs, but still. “RANDY!” Rand rushed across the room, pouncing onto the bed, landing right on top of her brother. “How did you get here?”
En Rand