Posted by Lieutenant Ayla Sharise (Counselor) in Side sim-Remy & Ayla go Rogue

Posted by Captain Remy Boudreaux (CO) in Side sim-Remy & Ayla go Rogue

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Finally she laughed loudly. “Immensely! It’s good to know that even the great Remy Boudreaux can get flummoxed from time to time,” she said with a wink. her expression softened.

“Well, you best remember it well, ‘cuz it will no’ ‘appen again.”

“Just remember that while we haven’t discussed it yet since I came to the Wolverine, my open mindedness from the Saracen still exists. I’ve not changed in that way. It’s all about communication and consent.” She eyed the frozen holographic image for a moment and then impishly looked back at him. “And what happens on the holodeck, stays on the holodeck.”

Lt. Sharise, CNS

“Oui, I remember. Speakine of open-minded, per’aps when dis little adventure is over, we should discuss a . . . .menage-a trois, no?”

Before Ayla could reply, he activated the program once again. The room came to life and Tika crossed her arms over her ample chest and began tapping one slippered shoe on the floor. She eyed Ayla up and down with a scowl and said, “Well. . . .I’m waiting. . . .”

Remy cleared his throat and continued. “Tika, dis is Ayla, my new partner. Cher, dis is Tika. I’m sure you two will become good friends, you ‘ave much in common.”

Boudreaux (CO)

Ayla gave Tika a friendly wave. “Clearly,” Sharise deadpanned. She was teasing of course, since she had no idea of the background of the character, but this was a program where they could let loose and be whatever, and lately with less nightmares and her sleep having improved, she was feeling… different. And right now she was going to let herself explore that.

Tika harunmphed, stuck her nose in the air, turned and left. From over her shoulder, she called out, “I’ll send Armand over. He has some news for you.”

“What now?” she asked Remy.

Lt. Sharise, CNS

“Now,” he began, “We wait for Armand. De owner. He acts as a go-between for my fence an’ I. De job will come from him. Come, let’s sit.”

Remy took Ayla by the hand, and led her to a table in the corner of the room. They took a seat with their backs to the wall, which gave them a view of the whole room, including the front door. To their right was the staircase leading to the second floor which afforded rooms for overnight stays, or for the hour, whichever your preference was..

They would see Tika saunter to the bar and speak with the man tending the bar. He was large with a barrel of a chest and arms as thick as oak trees. The dark hair on his head was a stark contrast to the thick, white beard on his chin. Tika spoke to him and he looked in the direction of Remy and Ayla, a somber, half-hearted smile on his face.

After filling three mugs full of ale, he walked, rather, limped to their table and set a mug down in front of the two and one on the table in front of himself. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here, Boudreaux.”

Remy looked at the mug and took a slight whiff. “And you are still servine piss water to you’ best customers.” Remy stood up and stepped closer to Armand. After a moment of tense silence, Armand’s face broke into a wide grin and he embraced Remy in a giant bear hug. Remy shifted his arms and got as close as he could to embracing Armand in return. “It is good to see you too, mon ami.”

The large man let loose and Remy plopped back down in his chair as Armand sat down in the empty one. “Armand, dis is Ayla, my partner.”

Armand let his eyes roam over Ayla in the form-fitting leather outfit and he looked impressed. “I can see why Tika was so out of sorts. You’ll have to forgive the child if she called you any names. Any other woman that Remy shows an interest in is automatically a harlot to her.”

“I’m back in town because I need to make some quick coin, Armand. Does Portier ‘ave anytine for me?”

Armand’s face became sober. “You didn’t hear? Of course not, you’ve been out of town.

Remy looked to Ayla and then back to Armand. “Ear what?”

“Portier is dead. The authorities say someone broke into his shop, he caught them, a fight took place, and he was killed. Personally, I don’t think it was that simple. He was looking for you just before this happened. Said if you showed up, he wanted, no, needed to see you immediately. He needed you for something, Remy, something big!.”

Boudreaux (the mystery begins)