Life's a Beach
Posted on Wed Dec 11th, 2019 @ 7:09am by Lieutenant Dessame Sar & Commodore Jacob Kane
Mission:
Shakedown
885 words - 1.8 OF Standard Post Measure
Dessame could feel the good Doctor's eyes on her as they approached the beach. There was a small bar, outside nightclub and restaurant on the beach that catered to the clientele there. Maybe they had visited this location for some reason but she was sceptical as a Vulcan on a beach sounded like the start of a bad joke.
The air was humid and Dessame was feeling the heat a little. She had opened the top of her uniform to bare her neck. It was of little comfort but still it made her feel better. She had heard the call from the Athena mentioning Orions and it made her skin crawl. She had a deep seeded hatred for their species, but recently she had tried to curb it.
"Do you really think we will find anything down here, Doctor?" she asked looking over at him, her deep brown eyes shining with a glint from nearby light.
Jorge shrugged as he gazed down intently at the bright coloured lights of his tri corner. "Your guess is as good as mine." He replied. The earlier readings he picked up seemed to have been a fluke, as only the steady rhythm of the active scan filled the air.
He looked up at Dessame and smiled briefly. "Sea air feels good though?" He asked unbuttoning the top of his own tunic and fixing his eyes on hers then continuing with his scans.
"It reminds me of Betazed, my grandparents house. They lived by the sea." Dessame replied, a little smile forming as a pleasant memory surfaced.
Noticing he was now lagging behind a little Jorge strode to catch up with Dessame. "Its funny you should say that." He said catching his breath as his feet sunk in the warm sand. "It reminds me of home too, I grew up near a resort very similar to this." He stopped and holstered his tricorder. "Under different circumstances this is the kind of place I'd bring you for a date." He added with a charming smile.
She glanced back at him, "I'm sure you'd bring all your dates to somewhere like this Doctor." Dessame replied. She could tell her was a bit of ladies man by the comments he had been making since their arrival. So sure of himself, so confident of his ability to talk his way into a woman's heart. "Where is it exactly you are from?" she asked.
Jorge grinned widely. "Maybe not all of them." He said with a slight smirk. He knew she was a Betazoid but hadn't expected to be caught off guard quite so quickly.
He tugged his tunic straight and gazed out across the dunes. "I'm from Mexico, a place with a lot of desert and a lot of places like this." He remarked taking in the sights.
On a patch of nearby rocks his eyes caught sight of a deep black burn pattern. "What do you make of this?" He asked pulling his tricorder and moving in for a closer look. "Weapons fire?" He asked snapping back to a professional demeanour.
Dessame moved towards the rocks and placed her hands across it. As with any burn it was smooth in the middle where it had burnt through, or across, and went back to its rough exterior at the edges. "Looks consistent with disruptor weaponry. It doesn't have the sharpness of a phaser hit, or a typical beam type weapon. Scan it against Klingon and Romulan signatures or common patterns." she half asked/ordered. He did have his tri-corder out so it made little sense to use hers on the same thing.
Jorge stepped closer to the rocks and reached out his hand to feel the burn pattern. As his fingers traced over the smooth spot in the middle his hand slipped and clasped Desamme's.
Blushing slightly he flicked his eyes up to hers. "Sorry my erm hand just........" he stammered. But quickly he was interrupted by wild beeps and flashes of light coming from the tricorder. "You're right, its disruptor blast alright..........Klingon in origin." He reported pulling his hand away. "Lieutenant, I may be wrong but don't the Orions buy their weapons from the Klingons?"
"They do." She said through gritted teeth as she took her hand into her chest, rubbing it as if keeping it safe. It wasn't so much the hand holding that had unsettled her, that was an insignificant part, but the mention of Orion's again. The hairs on the back of her neck, on her arms rose. The Orion's truly did instil so much fear and hatred in her it was hard to mask.
The conversation was interrupted by the sound of a communicator chirping.
"Lieutenant Sar. You and Doctor Melendez need to regroup with us at the runabout. There have been some developments..." Kane's voice could be heard over the comm.
"We are on our way Captain." Sar replied tapping her badge to open her channel up. They had made some interesting finds too, the blaster pattern being the main culprit in this search for officers. Dessame waved the good doctor along and they headed back towards the shuttle to meet up with the Captain and Lt. Mortigar.
Lieutenant Dessame Sar
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Athena
Lieutenant JG Jorge Melendez MD
(PNPC Parr)
USS Athena
