Posted by Ensign Randal ‘Randy’ Kabil (Yeoman Second Rate) in Crashing the pad

Posted by Ensign Rand Kabil (Yeoman) in Crashing the pad

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

Randy was kicking one of those fantastic boots up and down when he heard the door woosh and a wry little smile grew on his lips. He knew that his sister was going to freak out and he was right! He heard the cry and felt the whump as he let out a cough and said, “Hey sis.... miss me?” He sounded strained, his own slight build wasn’t the most robust and his sister’s pounce was probably to be expected but still it took the wind from his lungs. He pushed her off to the side and rolled himself out of the bed and stood up. “Is that your bed? Man you’d think you would still have your teddy bear Yaluk sitting on your pillow!” He teased as he straightened his dress and looked at her and said, Girl, look at you rocking those boots with those lovely legs and such. I really think I should shave my legs too, that’ll make this lovely color pop don’tcha think?” he said, motioning to his uniform. “So which side of the room is mine? We haven’t shared a room since we were in 3rd grade!”

Randy Kabil

“Miss you? That doesn’t begin to describe the utter all encompassing loneliness that your lack of presence brings. The sun is shinning aga…URGH!” Rand was pushed right off the bed to land in a rather inglorious heap on the floor. She grabbed a pair of rolled socks and chucked them at him. “Hey! The floor’s hard!” She pulled herself up and grinned at her twin, and then flushed bright red and pointed at the other bed. There was Yaluk propped on the pillow. Randy gave it to her when they were six. She never went anywhere without it. But she would not take that sitting on the floor. She marched right over to his bag, her heels clicking a beautiful staccato that held years of purpose in them and he knew....but she beat him to the bag. Digging for the hidden pocket out came Ahluic, the stuffed giraffe came out. “I knew you didn’t forget him!” She did a small runway walk for him. “I do make them look good. Wait…what?” and broke into fits of giggles at the thought of watching her brother shave his legs. “That side” she point to the far side of the room. “That way I don’t have to go past you if I get called by the captain while you are sleeping.” And in typical Rand fashion she rushed her bother again, jumping that the last second so she could hug him.
En Rand