Star Trek: Starbase 777 - ens-holmes﹢m′kahl

She moved in, placing down a large box, a bag and a large case. She sure did have a lot she wanted to keep. She looked around the empty room, beaming with excitement. It was a new place, and it was very comfy. Soon, she was unpacking her stuff, placing her entire Beatles vinyl collection on the wall, as well as her own versions, hanging her guitar in a similar fashion. She took a photo out, smiling, before setting it down. It was a photo of her at her graduation, standing next to a man in a Captain’s Starfleet uniform, the text reading: “To boldy go! Love, J.M”

The door swooshed open, to show a somewhat cluttered room, but very cozy and lively. Jamie went off to grab a guitar, then flipping it the wrong way round.

"Your guitar, eh-" Nia giggled as she sat down next to her. "Isn't it the wrong way round?"

“I’m a lefty! And I didn’t bother with change the strings.” She strummed some random chords, giggling to herself.

"You're a unique one. Go on, I'll listen..." Nia smirked and sat quietly listening as Jamie strummed.

She quietly hummed, before long she began singing a happy little ditty, still quiet though.

She sat and listened appreciatively, smiling warmly at the Trill, encouraging her to go on singing.

She giggled, getting a bit louder as she sang. “-to know do a secret? Do-ah-do~”

She smiled and listened in silence for the time being.

She ended her little performance, doing a mini bow towards Niatha. She had a grin from check to check, still red in shyness.

"Bravo." She beamed and clapped for her. "You sing really well! The cute accent helps."

She sheepishly smiled, turning her head.* “Really? I don’t think I’m that good.”

"You're better than you give yourself credit for." She said with a soft, warm smile. "Trust me."

"Aww-hehe! Thank youuu-" She smiled, pausing for a moment. "Is there anything you like to do? I'd like to watch you now!"

"I'm no musician. But I can definitely spout botanical knowledge if you want me to." Niatha chuckled.

"So you work with plants eh? Do you roll it?" She smirk-grinned, putting her hand infront of her mouth to emulate the way someone would smoke.

"Not like that! I study and cultivate plants, silly! Yeesh!" Nia reached over and playfully smacked her shoulder before bursting into laughter. "Fruit, medicinal plants, even some rare stuff. Come by the botanical garden and you'll see!"

"I'd like to see! I think flowers are rather pretty." She seemed to bob her head around. "I guess flowers do work with flowers?"

"You calling me a flower, Jamie dear?" Niatha raised an eyebrow.

"Well, flowers smell nice." Aw fuck, why did she say that? She giggled, turning a flushed red.

"You think I smell nice?' Niatha giggled. "I'm not wearing any perfume, Jamie sweetie."

"You aren't?" Shit!, now that made no sense whatsoever. "Then-"

"Then?" Niatha blinked, then laughed and pulled her into an embrace. "God, Jamie. Calm down. You're fine, alright?"

"I know.." She chuckled again, though a question lingered in her mind. "Is this teasing? Like what we're doing right now-"

"Yeah. And I like it. You're doing pretty well so far!" She quipped.

"This isn't flirting right? or is it? I can't really tell.." She slouched a bit, leaning a bit on Nia.

"Not really. Unless you want it to be." Niatha winked.

"I mean, coming from some like you, I wouldn't mind..?" Jamie smiled, her thoughts were empty, except for anything that was happening right now

"Oh-ho? What was that? You want me to flirt with you?' Niatha's grin widened considerably, snaking playfully across her face.

Her face lit up in a bright red. This is foolish! She thought, but she didn't seem to care in the moment. She put her hands on her cheeks, titling her head. "Y-yeah? If you want to.."

"Well, for a start, cutie. Have you realized how cute you are when red? So warm and rosy." She teased.

“I guess that means botanists like me.” She looked back, knowing she made a pretty bad response.

"Oh, definitely. You are a precious little spotty bloom and I mean that most sincerely." She laughed. "My favorite. So far."

“Your wha-“ She was taken aback, not really sure where this was going. “So far?-“

He walked into his quarters for the first time, mesmerised by the constant view of stars from the empty bed which he would claim as his own. This was it. His first assignment as a graduated Starfleet officer. He placed his belongings next to his bed, slightly aching from the carrying that he had to do - so stretched his arms out. He felt much better now that he was here. Holmes took a moment to look at his surroundings, and saw that his quarters were shared with an Ensign Jayrehi M'Kahl, who is stationed with Engineering."You use mechanical mathematics to find solutions, for me its either a phaser or some common sense, this is going to be a fun pairing..." Holmes muttered to himself as he sat down on the edge of his new bed, breathing in the filtered oxygen and closing his eyes, ready to begin a new chapter of his life.

Alex checked his communicator while he was sat down on the edge of his bed. He found a unique feature, a chatroom for all personnel and souls onboard the base. This would be an easy way to introduce himself to everyone while also not looking like a fool when he never really knew how to relax or socialise with others in a relaxed environment. He began typing away... wondering what to say.

After introducing himself to the entirety of the base, Alex put away his communicator. He stood up, and after changing into some civilian clothes, and clipping his commbadge back onto the left side of his chest, he soon realised he needed to go to the hospital ring to get signed off for duties, per Starfleet regulation. He exited the room.

The Trill opened up her personal PADD, scrolling through messages, social media, and music forums. She was relatively fine and dandy, dressed in a simple shirt and shorts. Until a message popped up.

He was dead. The man who raised her was gone. Time felt like it slowed, the realization would have to take a day to fully settle, and yet she didn’t cry. She didn’t weep. She wanted to, but she didn’t. The trill fell on her bed, as she tried to fall asleep. Maybe this was just a bad dream..?

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She awoke the next day, that solemn feeling still in her stomach. She grabbed her PADD again, hoping to find something that would take her mind of it all. It wasn’t long before she ended up on a video, it was one taken in a pub or something, as the lights were purple and dim. There were two people, on a stool. One was herself, the other was a shaggy haired, almost bohemian looking woman, noticing nobody else but themselves.

Dear Ensign Jayrehi M’Kahl, Starfleet Intelligence requests your presence on a classified mission. You are to be allocated to @deleted-role. A full briefing as to the nature of the mission will take place once the ship has departed. Eventide is to depart on stardate 89728.71 – the 23rd of September 2412 at 1700 hours. Please be aboard the vessel for this time. It is predicted that this mission shall last approximately three days including the time taken for travel. A full communications blackout will be in place during this time: there will be no communication with Starbase 777 or any other outside sources. Please do not inform anyone else as to the details of this journey. We hope you understand, and we thank you for your compliance. Yours, Starfleet Intelligence.