Champagne and Mistletoe (part 2)

Posted on Sat Jan 28th, 2012 @ 2:57pm by Lieutenant JG Ronnie Wolfe & Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe

1,115 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: The Race for the Lost Treasure
Location: Damion Wolfe's Quarters
Timeline: After Christmas party in the arboretum

[CONTINUED]

Damion walked back, the champagne in a bucket of ice and two glasses. He laughed softly as he placed them on the table and then looked over to her. "In the event I say something that you don't like or step out of line." He smiled as he sat down and then looked over to her. "In any case, you should keep it. Always keep it on you. You never know when it might come in handy." He said as he leaned back slightly. Damion smiled as he looked at her. "I keep something similar with me at all times. What I have is far more permanent then what I gave you." He motioned for her to come sit down, patting the space next to him. "You looked good swinging that around. Have you had any kind of martial arts or weapons training before?"

"Some. I have three brothers. I had to keep up." She sat down next to him and smiled. "Besides, it was more fun hanging out with them and their friends." She turned to him and smiled. "Thank you, though. I haven't used anything like that in a while. I'm a bit out of practice."

"My pleasure." Damion smiled as he looked at her and then leaned back. "I started training because it calmed me down, at first. Once I got started there was almost no turning back from it. I was good, Ronnie. I mean really good." He sighed and then laughed. "It was almost like it was all I could do. What I was meant for, you know?" He leaned down and pulled up his pant leg. Strapped to his ankle was a holster that held his retractable sword. He slipped it out and then leaned back again. "This is what I carry around. It's something more my style. An Andorian friend of mine gave this to me. It's like the baton but... " He said as he hit the button and the blade unfolded in his hand and extended outward. "But, like I said, its sharper."

Ronnie ran a gentle finger down the blade. "Very nice. You're right. The baton is more my style. That and a good hunting knife."

"I always keep it clean and sharp, Be careful." He said softly as he bit the button on the side and the blade folded back into the hilt. He twirled it a little in his hand and then leaned forward as he placed it on the table. He smiled as he looked back over to her. "So where you from, Ronnie?" Damion said as he handed her an empty glass.

Ronnie took the glass and smiled. "I'm from Earth. American mid-west. How about you? Where are you from?"

"Space." Damion said as he looked over to her and pulled out the bottle. She gave him a bit of an odd look as he felt she thought he was joking. "No. I'm serious. I was born on a Starship. The USS Enterprise-E. My mother was an Engineer and my father was the Security Chief." He began to pour some champagne into her glass. "I think I went to Betazed when I was four years old and my first trip to Earth was when I was six or seven. We lived in Paris, in my grandparents house for a while and then it was back on the Enterprise. I miss it to some extent." He smiled as he looked back to her and then poured himself some champagne.

"In some ways I think that would be fun -- growing up on a starship. In others, I'm glad I grew up where I did." She watched him for a moment. "Is that what made you decide to join Starfleet?""

"In some, yeah. I grew up in a Starfleet Family. It was almost like a no brainer" He laughed and then smiled. He took a sip of the champagne from his glass and then let out a refreshed breath. "Mmm... Nice." Damion laughed softly and then looked back to her. "Honestly, though... What really turned my attention was this Klingon that came aboard." He began to tell her the story about the ship saved a injured Klingon. When Damion heard about it, he spent almost the next few days spying on him because of his sixth year old curiosity. They shared a few laughs and drank together as he ended the story, concluding that the tales of Honor and Glory was what drove Damion to find his own honor and glory, ending up in the Academy and going into Intel. "How about you, Lieutenant? When does your Adventures into Starfleet truly begin?"

"Good question. I think it was after I got my Master's Degree. I wanted to explore. There's only so much you can do on Earth. And Starfleet has a lot of opportunities for scientists. So, to answer your question, I grew more interested as I went through school and decided to apply after I got my second degree." She took a sip of her drink, watching him for his reaction. "I study bugs."

Damion took a sip and then stopped. Did she say she studies bugs? He cleared his throat and then looked at her, keeping a straight face. "There are so many bug jokes running through my head right now, but i'll restrain myself." He laughed as he took another sip, keeping his eyes focused on her.

"I appreciate a good bug joke, but there are so few of them out there. It's sad." She chuckled as she took another sip of her champagne. "You could say that creepy crawlies don't bug me."

Damion laughed and then smiled as he looked at her. He took another sip and then cleared his throat. "Your right. They are few and far in between. I'm pretty sure you know a lot about our Lieutenant Commander Tovan. He being a bug in his own right." He laughed again before taking another sip.

"Not too much. I know he and Lieutenant Torel get along well."

"Thats surprising. I didn't even think he got along with anybody." He laughed and then took another sip. "What about you? Who do you get along well with?"

"Captain York. She used to be the head of science. Umm, most of the science department, actually. I get a long with you." She grinned and took another sip of her drink. "Let's switch subjects. Tell me something about you. Where you've worked? Whatever."

(To be continued...)

Lieutenant JG Damion Wolfe
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant JG Ronnie Lancaster
Assistant Chief Science Officer
USS Calypso

 

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