Posted by Lieutenant Siennadye Nox (Counselor) in USS Korolev - Alternate Quantum Reality: Tuesday Night

Posted by Captain Johann Dvorak (CO) in USS Korolev - Alternate Quantum Reality: Tuesday Night

Posted by Lieutenant Siennadye Nox (Counselor) in USS Korolev - Alternate Quantum Reality: Tuesday Night

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She grinned and even giggled a little, preening at the compliment given. She noticed his examination and felt her blood run hot in response. To distract herself, she answered his unspoken question. “If I am going to wear anything, it might as well suit me. Elegant seems to be my default.”

“Ahh. I wouldn’t know, I’ve only seen you in uniform. In visible light, anyway.” It seemed very plausible that what she was wearing that night she had found him lost in the hall was elegant, but with his implants stuck on the infrared spectrum, she had just looked like a blob of heat.

“Anyway, if you’ll permit me to escort you, my lady…” he said, offering his right arm rather gallantly.

– Johann Dvorak, CO

Her smile widened as she felt her heart flutter. Sienna took his arm and glided beside him. “I must confess I am very curious to see what you have programmed for our date. There are millions of beaches in the universe to choose from. If we take out all the possibilities that are too uninhabitable or the wrong weather for swimming, it still leaves a great many to choose from.”

Nox, CNS

“It does raise the stakes, doesn’t it?” he asked as he escorted them down the corridor towards the turbolift. “I mean, one of the consequences of this wonderful Holodeck technology is that any bum can take a woman to the beach for a date, and it can be one of the best beaches in the known galaxy. But, if I choose whatever program is considered to be one of the best beach simulations in the system, I run the risk that a lesser suitor has already taken you on a date there.” Johann was practically glowing with confidence that this would not be a problem, very self-assured in his own superiority at asking women on dates to beaches.

Her heart fluttered again. He seemed very confident and she liked that in him. He was confident in command, but sometimes people who were confident in one thing were very much not in another. He had asked her on the date and was following through. She loved surprises and he was earning more points by the minute.

As they reached the end of the corridor, they boarded the turbolift as the only occupants. “Holodeck 1” he said, and the lift obliged with an obedient set of beeps. It began moving…

– Johann Dvorak, CO

She turned to unabashedly look at her date. He was handsome with his shaved head and facial hair. He looked distinguished. The eyes were mostly innocuous except when they were focusing on something in particular or he had changed a setting. She knew he had them of course, but they looked relatively normal to her. Granted, she was used to deep and dark soulful eyes that were common among her people. He looked relaxed, which was something she didn’t often see in someone in command. She wasn’t arrogant enough to claim it was her presence, but she was glad that he was able to seem relaxed in her company.

Thankfully, Johann had no telepathic ability whatsoever, and had no idea that any of these thoughts were going through Siennadye’s mind. So, none of the insecurities that he still felt about his recently acquired prosthetics were triggered by this line of thought. Indeed, he was unusually relaxed at this moment, but also focused on his current objective, such that he wouldn’t have thought to analyze why that would be.

Before she could open her mouth to speak, the turbolift stopped, allowing an engineering ensign to get on. He was quick to observe and look away, pretending he didn’t really notice the other occupants. “Bridge.” He said simply as the doors shut and the lift continued on its way.

Nox, CNS

A hint of disappointment crept into Johann’s feelings, until he remembered that this particular ensign had only been on the ship since Korolev’s last port call.

Well, at least we don’t need to have an awkward…

Before he could finish that thought, the turbolift stopped early, and a Trill man with a distinguished dark brown beard and a perfectly full head of hair got on board. Unlike everyone else in the car, he wore the vest over his red shirt that was only available to those of Captain rank or higher.

“Bridge,” he said in perfectly stiff fashion, and the doors shut behind him. Unlike the Ensign, he seemed to take careful note of Dvorak and Nox. He also did not require an introduction for everyone there to know who he was.

“Number One,” he said. There was a formality even to the informal name. “And you are Miss Nox, yes? I do not believe we have had the opportunity to meet yet.”

Looks like another drastic change you’ve made recently, eh, Johann? Captain Vars thought, not taking any notice of the possibility his thoughts may have been read, despite the fact he was very deliberately contemplating Siennadye’s nature.

– Johann Dvorak, CO