escorting the resurected 2

Posted on Sun Jul 13th, 2014 @ 6:07am by Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus

1,712 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: Revenge
Location: Spartacus quarters

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Ops was as busy as ever and it was not hard to slip in get his tools and head over to sign the badge out. Talk about paperwork! At least the Chief had left orders to release the badge to him; that sped things up, by about five minutes. With 'precious cargo' and tools in hand he headed out without too much of a fuss. It did catch the attention of the twins, but he shot them a no nonsense look and back down the nearest conduit they went. he picked up the pace a little and hurried off to check in on his 'charge' and her friend.


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[Quarters of Spartacus]




Nathaniel politely hit the chime to be let back in; he handed the badge over to ESHa and quietly went about his work. The gel pack needed to be changed over, there were some fried circuits and all of the usual fine tuning. It would take him a while, but he could not leave a job undone and have something like a replicator blowing up in Teenah's face. That just would not do. "Hasn't been serviced in a while." he muttered quietly. Grease Monkey, this was where he was comfortable, happy. Being around a gorgeous girl.......not so much.




"I would not know as Sparta never had a chance to use it. She had beamed aboard and then was abducted." ESHa explained. "I have scarcely used the lighting during her absence." She went to the area between the Common Area and Sparta's Bedroom. "It is only now that I required them and the other systems. By the way I hope things are going along well?"





He got up and cleaned up after himself, probably looking like he was in need of a bath more than she was. Grease smears all over his face and the jacket had Gel pack stains and grease all over it. He finished off the maintenance on the quarters and went to do one last test on the Replicator. "One plate of Japanese Sweet Buns." It swirled into existence and tasted the same as ever. "Okay.." He muttered taking off the very greasy and grubby jacket, removing his comm badge and peeling off the grubby and sweaty tunic underneath. He was well toned, not much in the way of 'fat' to speak of, this was someone that worked out but not for the sake of 'big guns' and 'abs of steel'. Toned, healthy and certainly an appealing sight, with or without the grease and grime.




"Had better replicate another set, can't be all greasy in front of a lady." he said as he rubbed his hands all over his face, realizing just how grubby he was. "Maybe a wash cloth first." he muttered turning red under the grime. "One wash cloth and bowl of lukewarm water." He cleaned off his face, rinsed the cloth and gave his upper body a quick 'once over'. before recycling the bowl. cloth, old jacket and tunic. He was about ready to replicate the new clothes; he gave his neck a quick stretch before he went to manually put in the request.

"Now why is it that when even a gentleman enters an Orion Chambers they start to disrobe?" Spartacus moved from the bedroom in a long maroon silk long robe that covered her from the shoulders to the floor, only when she walked did her bare feet whisper from under the hem for the wisp of a step. "I had hoped to have a different effect." She was not so subtle as she 'noticed' his build and how it matched the strength that had supported her to this point. "I might ask of what kind of Care you believe I am in need of?" She had a grin that could be called 'sly' or maybe even that of a cat eyeing a toy despite her swollen left eye.

Standing at the Replicator, Nathaniel almost jumped. He was standing almost bolt upright in a split second, all of the flex and rippling of his movements showing in his bare torso. His face was most certainly showing almost every shade of red that it knew and was starting to feel rather warm. "Dammit" came the almost inaudible whisper. He could barely bring himself to look over his shoulder let alone turn around to such a Beauty when he was 'half decent', but manners were manners after all. His arms came up, hands begging to explain what seemed be escaping him in words.

"Mr Jacobs, I was coming out to thank you for seeing to my needs and did not think a .... reward was requested." She had that expression as she stepped behind her sofa. "I am thankful for your efforts, there are still some things that I need to do, some items that require me to fetch them from my other room. Can I trust you as I get some 'bathing oils and scents to give me a proper Orion Bathing?" She moved slightly towards the other room. "I do not usually give a gentleman freedom of movement in my quarters."

"I will get them Sparta." ESHa said as she took it upon herself. "I should have gotten them sooner.

"Uh.." He could feel the shyness just exuding from him, he was more confident in his own body, his work or his Martial Arts than he was around someone like Spartacus. Although she seemed to like the sight of him topless, every move that he made seemed to be amplified in the fact that part of him was just so bare. "I..... I wasn't..... thinking that way at all.." He looked around for some form of evidence as to why he would be in this state, only his very greasy work cloth in his tool kit could be seen. "It can be very dirty work ....the gel pack was just about to rupture......it made quite the mess of me..." He played with his hair for a moment, blushing beet red; his pecks showing off and the muscle tone of his arms clearly on show.

Spartacus looked at the man with a softer expression, She smiled to him. "I hurt and am cold, maybe my humor is a little out of sorts but your face is as red as my favourite Silk dress, add the gold of the dragon and you might be a good accent to it?" She nearly laughed. "I will be bathing for the next couple of hours, I find that I cannot hold you here as that would not be fair, should I give you a ring when I can be... checked out?"

The colour was as red as it could be, he tousled his greasy hair for a moment, keeping one arm underneath the other, still that toned chest would get shown off no matter what he did. "I suppose....it would give me a chance to clean up..." Nathaniel stammered. *and probably cool off a bit* " I do have some exercise I can do..... to kill some time....." He blushed and almost had to look at the floor. *You could wind up giving her ideas.... or get some of your own! She's gorgeous!....Just think about Katas.... Bassai Dai.....yeah....go home and work on Bassai Dai....don't think about the stunning woman you have to look after...* "E... Enjoy your bath...I...I'll check in later." Nathaniel went to pick up his tools and leave, just gathering up his things not even thinking about the fact that he was topless and about to go roaming the ship.

"ESHa, I think Mr. Jacobs might need something else to wear." Spartacus began. "please offer him one of the silk shirts." She suggested more than ordered. "A black one to so readily match his attire, I do not think other than you and I that he wants the crew of the halls to denote his physique, he might need a stick?"

Nathaniel was only just starting to get his normal colour back when he went beet red again. *Forgot the blasted shirt, nice impression Nate!* He couldn't find much in the way of words for a reply. "T....thanks" he stammered out, trying to keep polite eye contact.

"Of course Sparta." ESHa went to the spare bedroom.

"You are thinking very loudly Mr. Jacobs; I get the impression you would not want the other females of the ship denoting and grading how your body rates compared to the common pool of men?" She was able to remain collected. "I will not hold you accountable for all but screaming your 'Polite grace' of grading my... 'Weathered appearance' compared to the lovely females of the crew."

"Here you are Mr. Jacobs." ESHa brought out a shirt that appeared to be off the hangar and pressed. "I believe this is your size, I am sorry I did not have the time to adjust it to your needs but I am sure it will be attractive as you head to quarters?" She offered it to the young man.

"It is a small token of appreciation for all you have done." Spartacus said as she began to feel a little colder. "Now if you will excuse me I-I should continue the recommended routine and I will talk to you later." She turned with the grace of a model on a catwalk before sashaying her way back into her room; taking a glance over her shoulder to Mr. Jacobs before disappearing.

'Y...you're welcome...." he stuttered and stammered a moment, trying to find his composure. "You are still very beautiful, for one who is under the weather.." his eyes met the floor for a moment. "I'm not really one who likes to 'compare notes...makes me nervous....talk to ya later." he said quietly as he watched her disappear out of sight before putting the tools down and putting on the shirt. "That would have been a dumb move, walking out of here with no shirt on, thanks for the save ESHa,and please thank her as well, at least form you it won't come out with all the errs and umms. I'll come by to check on her later...and hopefully not be so beet red..."


ESHa allowed him the escape.

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