04-16-2026, 05:35 PM
Given the clock speeds of the ships computer, it seemed to take an eternity as the request processed. Flint understood why he had been given the task. He wasn't a senior officer.
It would be obvious that given their prior dealings with the same Cardassian over their last few tours, they were being specifically profiled by the enemy. Tactical training teaches that. And as a non-com he likely wasn't a person of interest. Though being the pilot who handed the Cardassian their ass, he might have been added to the list as a minor annoyance.
His searching for the requested details wouldn't send up as many red flags as one of the senior staff, or an officer of any sort he concluded.
Keep it low key, and don't ask too many questions...
That's when he caught her scent and heard her voice.
He turned to see a tall attractive Vulcan woman wearing science blue had moved to the station next to his.
"Chief," she said keeping her focus on the other screen as she spoke and input more search perameters, "I overheard enough of your request to understand the general subject. If the Disreputable Damsel is relevant to current operations, there may be limitations to relying on registry and port records alone."
Flint blinked. He wasn't sure how to react. He couldn't exactly just tell the Ensign to stop. She was an officer. But at the same time, he couldn't allow her to input so many search fields. Each one not just a red flag, but a whole fireworks display if anyone was watching them.
Knowing his search was low level enough to supply the information he needed, she was speaking. Explaining her own search fields. Flint quickly put out a hand and placed it on the Ensigns arm before she could key the final command for her station to begin it's own search.
"This is a little embarassing." He suddenly said to her keeping his eyes fixed on hers when she finally turned to face him. "I've seen you around the ship. And..." He paused while trying to look awkward. He took a couple of steps away from the station, turning her so she was looking away from them.
"Would you, concent to maybe..." He had to think quickly. "Joining me for lunch? Today?"
He'd already moved his hand from her arm and had taken her hand in his, briefly letting his index and middle fingers lightly brush hers as he did so.
He kept eye contact all the while he played coy and whispered. "Du nam-tor maut takov."
== Tag - T'Varen ==
It would be obvious that given their prior dealings with the same Cardassian over their last few tours, they were being specifically profiled by the enemy. Tactical training teaches that. And as a non-com he likely wasn't a person of interest. Though being the pilot who handed the Cardassian their ass, he might have been added to the list as a minor annoyance.
His searching for the requested details wouldn't send up as many red flags as one of the senior staff, or an officer of any sort he concluded.
Keep it low key, and don't ask too many questions...
That's when he caught her scent and heard her voice.
He turned to see a tall attractive Vulcan woman wearing science blue had moved to the station next to his.
"Chief," she said keeping her focus on the other screen as she spoke and input more search perameters, "I overheard enough of your request to understand the general subject. If the Disreputable Damsel is relevant to current operations, there may be limitations to relying on registry and port records alone."
Flint blinked. He wasn't sure how to react. He couldn't exactly just tell the Ensign to stop. She was an officer. But at the same time, he couldn't allow her to input so many search fields. Each one not just a red flag, but a whole fireworks display if anyone was watching them.
Knowing his search was low level enough to supply the information he needed, she was speaking. Explaining her own search fields. Flint quickly put out a hand and placed it on the Ensigns arm before she could key the final command for her station to begin it's own search.
"This is a little embarassing." He suddenly said to her keeping his eyes fixed on hers when she finally turned to face him. "I've seen you around the ship. And..." He paused while trying to look awkward. He took a couple of steps away from the station, turning her so she was looking away from them.
"Would you, concent to maybe..." He had to think quickly. "Joining me for lunch? Today?"
He'd already moved his hand from her arm and had taken her hand in his, briefly letting his index and middle fingers lightly brush hers as he did so.
He kept eye contact all the while he played coy and whispered. "Du nam-tor maut takov."
== Tag - T'Varen ==