Packing & Preparing

Posted on Tue Nov 8th, 2016 @ 7:40am by Captain Charybdis MacGregor

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Mission: Operation: Risa!
Location: USS Bonne Chance, Deck Five, LTCDR Charybdis' quarters
Timeline: 2265

The sultry scientist rummaged through her closet. Surely she must have a few odds and ends to put together to create an outfit for a night on the town. Spending time with Patrick on the resort planet would be easy... she had a swimsuit and she planned to purchase a few more to work on her tan and frolic in and near the water, and a few nice outfits for dining out and dancing would definitely be available in the shops.


The thought brought a giggle to the scientist. Shore leave on Risa! Charybdis had of course heard of the legendary resort planet and had considered going there someday but now the Bonne Chance was taking the entire crew there. Apparently between saving the ship from the subspace anomaly, their handling of the affair on Zaryx 4 and the elimination of the pirates of the Orion sector border (at least for the moment), their meritorious service and a little bit of pull from Captain O'Conner had netted the entire crew two weeks on Risa.


As senior staff, her own time would be spent covering shifts for her department and coordinating leaves, which she had promised her boys in blue for all of their hard work, and she fully intended to make good on it. Nothing would destroy morale faster than her men discovering that her promises were false.


But even with covering shifts, managing duty rosters and insuring that the Bonne Chance would still be operating at peak capacity, she would still have nearly an entire week on Risa to herself and excited did not begin to cover how she felt about it.


A black tank-style dress that fit her like her own skin, yet was made from a remarkably stretchy and durable material would probably come in handy. Then there were some old magnetic duty boots that had worn out at the tops that she'd had cut off above the ankles back in her academy days, then resoled to give them a bigger heel, adding to her already impressive height. She used to wear them to clubs to work out her legs while she partied, and they still let her walk up bulkheads or dance on ceilings... there were some memories, she recalled with a grin as she threw those in the pile as well with a clunking sound.


Some ruined fishnet hose came out next, and she smiled at them... to her mind they represented some wild times in the euroclubs and the honky tonk bars and the festivales she had escaped to on her weekends far from Starfleet on Earth. They still smelled faintly of smoke and liquor and sweat and strange men, even after all of these years, and she grinned as she threw them on the pile as well.


Casting about for something to complete the outfit, she spotted something dark and stiff hanging at the edge of the closet, and she pulled it out. It was a leather jacket, the kind worn by leather enthusiasts on Earth that represented the 'biker' culture, and it was absolutely perfect for the outfit she was putting together. She tried it on... it would have been a poor fit save that while Patrick was broader of shoulder than she, her bust made up for a considerable amount of his mass, and he had rather a slender waist... plus this appeared to possibly be a memento of his youth, likely when he was a bit smaller than he was today.


She debated asking him to borrow it, then considered that he had probably forgotten that he even had it back in his closet. She loved the way that it creaked when she moved certain ways, and how thick and tough the material was, and how it looked on her- with it partially closed and with the tank dress on it would drive the eye straight to her cleavage, and that was just fine by her. As always the internal debate raged, but in the end she knew that taking it out for a night on the town without his permission and without him being there himself would not be right, so instead she set it aside where she would be able to get at it easily tonight.


After all, if she asked wearing nothing but the jacket, her odds of success increased radically to her mind.


Once again she giggled like a giddy schoolgirl and danced about a little in a mad caper, clutching the leather jacket to her as she did. Risa! Shore leave on Risa! The beaches, the waterfalls, the secluded lagoons, the perfect weather, the shops and the shopping!>/i> She would have her night out with the girls, dancing and drinking and flirting- maybe she could even get that stick out of Yuna's butt. She knew Fiona would have a great time, and they would drag Selune along, but she might just enjoy herself despite herself.


And there would be time for her and Patrick alone, with no one else around, no responsibilities to live up to, just the two of them. Beautiful idyllic scenery, no duty to report to and nothing to interrupt their time together, which made her sigh happily at the thought. She would buy him something nice while they were there, a memento of what was bound to be a memorable time... a little slice of paradise, a little time for just the two of them.


This promised to be one of the best two weeks of her life and she was determined to enjoy every single moment of it, to create memories that would last her a lifetime.... to live through times that she could revisit in her dreams that would make her smile forever more.

That was the plan, at least. How it worked out... well, she would certainly have memories and stories to tell, that was certain.

 

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