Star Trek: Starbase 777 - ens-roode﹢stephax

He christened the channel with his glamourous presence, still carrying Maggie in his arms.

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Maggie hopped off the arms of her mighty steed. Looking around the place, there were very many things littered about. A model of DS9 was on the work desk alongside a model of the USS Enterprise from the Pike era. There was a poster for various TV shows and video games. Alongside a bookcase filled with comic books, novels, action figures that would like Power Rangers to the eye of someone like us. That was her side of the room, I can’t speak on her roommates end. Once Dion turned back to look at her, she would be clad in her underwear on the sofa. “Sooooo! How do you like the place?”

How the fuck did she change that fast? Eager, he supposed. Dion remained clothes-clad and standing, surveying the room and her in equal measure. "I like all your little figures. And, you know, Nalas has similar models in our room. Maybe you two really could be friends!" That would be nice. He did always enjoy when his friends (with benefits or otherwise) and romantic affections were on good terms with one another.

Maggie smiled as she leaned forward with a small nod. “I hope so! I would love to be friends with Nala’s instead of whatever we are right now.” She said with a smile. “Like what you see? Room and otherwise?”

What an attitude. He could hardly believe she hadn't done this before. In fact - "Oh, it's quite stunning. All these models and figures and yet the one with the most model figure is you! Now, tell me," he said, sitting next to her and resting a hand on her thigh, "Just to be clear - you've never done this before? And how far, exactly, do you want to go?"

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Maggie smiled as she nuzzled against him before hopping up to his lap. “I’m….hm, I think I want it to go far. I mean I uh, I’d like to go all the way. I also have my birth control shot all set, if your worried about that!” She said with a smile that could be used for talking about a child in a school play, not the details of sex.

"Oh, good to know." Although, to be honest, Dion wasn't even really sure he could have children - at least, not easily. Hybrid genetics were kind of fucked up. Still, though nobody expected it of him, and he wouldn't even expect it of himself, he did want kids someday. Just certainly, uh, not today. "You're very straight to the point, aren't you? I usually prefer a little more coy innuendo, but I do appreciate the enthusiasm. Very well, then - but let's away to your bedroom, for your roommate's sake. Which door is it?" And upon being told the answer, he picked her up, waltzed in, and further christened the channel with an act entirely unholy.

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Allan walked in after her, looking around the room. "Okay, first off, absolutely love the ship models. Second," he looked in the direction of her room, "if you don't mind, I think we should follow through on waking our little friend from his beauty sleep... just once." Little was hardly the word to describe the man, but Allan didn't mean most of his words literally half the time anyways.

Maggie looked towards the man with a clear blush on her face. “I uh, that would be rude! How would you even wake him?” She said looking towards the eggs she had set out for them. “I don’t think we should, and thank you! The models are very nice!”

Allan smirked, he really wanted to respect Maggie's wishes however... it would be too good of an opportunity to pass up, he thought. "I have an idea," he said, pulling up his PADD and beginning to type a familiar phrase into the search bar. "Tell me, why do you have them? What interests you the most about them?"

Maggie was a nerd and a monkey. So she summoned her inner Curious George and looked over his shoulder. “Well! Just the history of them all! I really love learning about the ships, I have Power Sentai figures in my room! I love taking care of the figures!”

Allan was absolutely typing in 'airhorn noise clip', and she could have seen that, but he also moved away from her as he noticed her looking. "Yes! It's amazing to take care of figures like that, did you build them yourself or did they come pre-built?" He asked, edging himself backwards towards the door of her quarters.

Maggie gasped as she looked at Allan. “That’s so rude Allan! Don’t do that to Dion! He’s really nice! And they came pre built but I painted them! It was really peaceful with the spa music!”

"Ohoho, but he did the same to me just about... a few days ago? So this is payback, actually," Allan said jokingly, he was moreso doing this for other reasons, even if his self wasn't fully aware of that. "Painting them is of course, a lot of fun. Requires a lot of steady handiwork, which I'm sure you're quite proficient at!" He said, going through the door to Maggie's quarters and... well? Was Eshen... Dion, as Maggie called him at the moment, still sleeping like a baby in there?

Maggie gasped as she rushed after him. “Don’t no no! Even if he did be the bigger man!” She said with a blush on her face. “And don’t make that dirty!” She whisper shouted.

Dion was asleep on the bed, shirtless with his hair fanned out behind him on the pillow, looking quite peaceful for a few seconds until he curled up onto his side and furrowed his brow. In his dream, he was by a river, his reflection was hazy, and the Entity spoke to him:

"...careful not to put yourself in here with me."

For some reason, perhaps because of the nice smell, the Entity had the head of an egg, and Eshen, or Dion, or whoever he was in his dreams, clenched his fists as he slept, about to clock it upside the shell and crack it open like a pinata, spilling all the answers to the questions he asked himself out like whites and yolk into a mixing bowl, where he would beat them, season them, and pour them into a non-stick frying pan with oil and butter and grated cheese, sliced ham, fresh herbs, sautéed mushrooms and smoked salmon, until... Wait, wasn't he supposed to be having a creepy dream? Now he was just making an omelette. "Fold... Half... Spatula... Eat... Become..." He mumbled.

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"As if I wouldn't!" Allan whisper shouted right back, "I'll have you know I'm not the bigger man, but for a human I'm-" he stopped as he actually looked down at Eshen, who was indeed asleep... mumbling about spatulas and eating? Becoming? "...is he talking in his sleep? Maggie, do you- do you hear this?" He kept his voice at a whisper.

Maggie had a blush over her face from just looking at Dion’s upper half. She stood beside Allan and sighed, quickly getting her uniform pants from a drawer. “Here!” She whisper shouted. “I have the pants, and yes I hear this!” She whispered again. “Let’s let him sleep and leave before I get a nosebleed!”

Dion ate the omelette in his dreams, consuming part of himself that he had previously rejected. A half that was socially awkward, shy, judgemental, blunt, incredibly lonely, and unfathomably angry. It felt symbolic. Ominous omelette foreshadowing, perhaps? Something like that. The Entity was not gone, but he accepted it a little more. Then his brain began to wake up, finally concluding in its hazy dream logic that there may actually be real eggs awaiting him if he woke up. "Ael...lan...alas..." He mumbled, eyes fluttering slightly, as though his brain wasn't sure who he'd be waking up next to and combined the three most likely results.

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"A nosebleed?" Allan whispered as if it was a ridiculous thing to happen. "Why would you even-" He watched as she got the pants, looking back down at Eshen and hearing that little mumble and was that his name? Or part of it? Allan only hoped that Maggie wouldn't notice the blush against his darker skin. "Um, I think... we..." he looked down at his PADD, and closed the window. "That might be.. best." Yet he stood in the same place as before.

Maggie looked towards him, she might have been a massive nerd but she could notice a blush when she saw because she too was blushing from looking at the other man. “Maybe….” She said as she looked to him with a small giggle, whispering into his ear. “You just wanted to see him shirtless?”

At last, sleeping beauty awoke, opening his eyes to see Maggie - oh, right, last night! - and Allan - wait, also last night? He sat up, gave Maggie a brief smiled, and then Allan a look of confusion. "I don't remember you being here. Oh, well, the more, the merrier, I suppose." Dion yawned and rubbed his eyes to make his nictitating membrane retreat fully, something Vulcans often had to do in the mornings. He had no comment on Allan seeing him shirtless, because that wouldn't bother him even if Allan hadn't seen it all before. "Why's it smell like eggs?"

"What? No, Maggie, we've literally gone twice in a night before, I-" he stopped this little whisper thing when he saw Eshen wake up. Waking him up as a prank would have to go another time, then. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," he said, all the same as Eshen did to him when he had woken him up, hoping the blush still wasn't on his face. It was unnecessary. Illogical, some might say instead. "Probably because Maggie cooked some or something. Just my guess, though." It wasn't a guess. He'd seen them on the table when they were talking about the figures.

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Maggie gasped as she walked up to the man sitting on her bed. “Oh well, I had uh made breakfast because I had gone to see Allan about getting shorts made! And then he wanted to wake you up and we were in here when you woke up!” She tried to think of a funny line and blushed as she said. “I bet we’re the cutest waking team in the history of uh, now!” She said with an awkward blush.

"Indeed, you're both a sight for sleepy eyes." He got out of bed, nonchalantly nude, and started getting dressed. "Well, I have a shift today, but I can spare time for eggs - or anything else you might want to do before I head out, but please inform me if so and I'll not bother putting all my clothes back on."

"No, I didn't want to wake you up, I just..." he said in response to Maggie, holding his hands up beside him, before sighing and putting them back down onto his hips. "Okay, maybe I came in here wanting to wake you up, just a little, but now that you're up..." He indeed considered that proposal, smirking and raising an eyebrow as he looked across to Maggie. "Feel like that's up to you, Mags, because I certainly don't mind whatever you would have in mind."

Maggie was about to respond to the question when Dion stepped out of bed nude and her eyes began looking down, before looking back up with a sigh. “Uhm! Oh you don’t have to put on clothes if you don’t want to! I’m not complaining!” She said with a nervous blush. “I uh, could be game for uh….anything!” She said still blushing like the reddest of shirts. “Butt, I mean but! Only if y’all really want to!” She said with a small laugh.

Dion, now be-trousered but still de-shirted, nodded. "Alright. But I want those damn eggs first, I'm starving. Thanks for that, by the way, dear." Then he walked out into the main room, sat down by whatever table she'd put the eggs on, and started chowing down.

"If there's anything you should know about me, Maggie, it's that I'm always really wanting to do pretty much anything as well," he said, also walking out into the main room. "You know, the flowers are a really classic touch, too. Where'd you find ones like that at?"

Maggie smiled as she walked after the pair, a giggle leaving her mouth as she walked next to Allan. “I had a few laying around, might as well give to our very muscled friend.” She said as she took a seat across from Dion. “Of course! We couldn’t just do….all of that and have me leave you without something to eat! It would be rude, which I am not! My name is a dirty liar!”

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"It's very good practice! You're a natural at this." He talked like sleeping around was a skill. And it was. And he was a professional. "I do love flowers, too. Plants in general, actually. You should see my quarters; green everywhere. I name them, too."

It absolutely was a professional skill, Allan would agree wholeheartedly. "Really?" Allan asked, very curious. "You're telling me the both of you just have flowers laying around in your quarters? Wow. Maybe I should join in on that," it would be easier than buying them all the time, that was for sure.

Maggie smiled as she moved to lightly grab her own set of tea with a small smile. “Thank you! Being nice when doing things like this is very important.” She said as she moved past Allan to give him a kiss on the neck before sitting across form Dion again and drinking her tea. “Mhm, your quarters sound lovely! Mine is very nerdy!”

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"They are lovely, although perhaps not the style you'd expect from me. Still a chance we might run into Nalas there, mind," Dion said, as he munched away at his eggs. Half done. "We could go to Allan's quarters for the shorts, though."

Allan was, for some reason, not expecting Maggie to kiss his neck of all places as she casually walked by him. He had to take a double take, really, blinking maybe a bit too noticeably. "Yeah, I've... gotta figure out a place to get flowers, then, suddenly my quarters feels like the dullest of options. Granted, I only got here recently, but I should probably pick up some decor somewhere." Somewhere on this base there had to be places to get cool decor. Maybe some flowers, maybe some neon signs or two... Yeah.

Maggie nodded as she drank from her tea, giving a small giggle and wink towards Allan before speaking up again. “Mhm, sure! I have to get those lovely booty shorts, and having my fashion coach there to….advise will be nice.” She said with a small smile. “And I’m sure we could help you with the decor Allan!”

"There's a lovely place called Books n' Blooms we could go to! I don't have time today, but someday soon we should go there, any amount of us." So he didn't have time for Books n' Blooms, but he did have time for booty shorts and the horizontal macarena? Insatiable. He quickly devoured the rest of his eggs and stood up." To Allan's!"

"Books and flowers? Interesting combination, we'll have to check it out sometime for sure." What an interesting combination. One thing Allan could care less for and one things Allan really enjoyed. Huh. "Yep, all the way back at the beginning of the hall," or was it the end? With all the new construction having been done, who knew. Regardess, he walked over to the door, looking back over at Maggie. "You ready?"

Maggie smiled as she walked to the door and stood by the door, waiting for the others to step into the hallway as she opened up the door. “Yep, sounds great!” She said with a grin as she stepped out. “Ready as I’ll ever be to put on some killer booty shorts.”

Dion stood up and, for the sake (or perhaps to the disappointment) of the people who might be walking down the hall, pulled a shirt on before he went outside.

Maggie was locked in her room, without any work to do. So what did she do? Aimlessly mass about to cure her infinite boredom. She read The Art of War by Sun Tzu ominously in front of a poster of a wormhole. She had a tea party with a few stuffed animal that was interrupted by an Italian mobster stuffed bear. She played a game called Just Dancing Around, accidentally knocking a vase over. “Fuck!” She ate a tub of neapolitan ice cream while watching a sad Gorn language romance film. Suffice to say this lady was bored, and going a bit stir crazy.

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Maggie yawned as she stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around herself, yawning as she walked to her home desk and sat down, lightly organizing her pens before typing on her computer and clicking her tongue as a map of the general region was created out of holograms, she grabbed one of her pens and lightly tapped a region of space. “Right here, that’s where we deploy the bomb.”

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>>>Dear Ensign Maggie Roode, Starfleet Intelligence requests your presence on a classified mission. You are to be assigned to the USS @deleted-role to man the bridge’s Science station. 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.