04-21-2026, 07:38 PM
Time seemed to stand still as Flint's eyes held those of the Ensign. Their dark brown colouring drew him deep within. He wondered if she too saw something in his eyes...
"Chief," she said, her voice low enough enough that only he could just hear her above the ambient hum of the bridge, "your warning is understood. The delivery method was inefficient."
Fu...!!!
He kept his eyes on hers, but he released her hand. “Sorry.” He apologised to her, his own voice low enough to match hers. “I just needed you to stop before your search triggered something it shouldn't.” Then he allowed the corner of his mouth to flick up in a smile. “But, the offer of lunch is still on the table. If you're interested?”
"If you could kindly wait until your shift is over before trying to flirt with an officer, Mr. Chertstone, I would be much obliged." Came the voice of the Commander cutting across the room. His distinctive guttural accent cutting the air.
Flint turned automatically on his heel to face the senior officer.
Where'd the hell did he appear from?
"Mr. Chertstone. Can it be determined whether or not the attack on the Damsel took place on our side of the border or theirs?".
How the hell did he...?
It was too late now. The Ensign knew more than she should, and the Commander was now more pissed than usual.
Good work, Flint.
“If you'll allow me a moment to review the data, Sir.” He said, half angered at himself for being caught, and half annoyed at the Commander for being on the ball
What he read however wasn't exactly what he wanted to read.
“That information doesn't seem to be available at this time. I had only just began my search sir...” He began saying knowing that Jensen was about to chew him out again any second, but whether it was by luck or he had made a small connection with the Ensign, she came to his aid by having delved further on the subject in these last few seconds when he wasn't looking and summarising what she could for the Commander.
Flint turned and glanced toward her, The look in his eyes was an overwhelming Thank you.'
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"Chief," she said, her voice low enough enough that only he could just hear her above the ambient hum of the bridge, "your warning is understood. The delivery method was inefficient."
Fu...!!!
He kept his eyes on hers, but he released her hand. “Sorry.” He apologised to her, his own voice low enough to match hers. “I just needed you to stop before your search triggered something it shouldn't.” Then he allowed the corner of his mouth to flick up in a smile. “But, the offer of lunch is still on the table. If you're interested?”
"If you could kindly wait until your shift is over before trying to flirt with an officer, Mr. Chertstone, I would be much obliged." Came the voice of the Commander cutting across the room. His distinctive guttural accent cutting the air.
Flint turned automatically on his heel to face the senior officer.
Where'd the hell did he appear from?
"Mr. Chertstone. Can it be determined whether or not the attack on the Damsel took place on our side of the border or theirs?".
How the hell did he...?
It was too late now. The Ensign knew more than she should, and the Commander was now more pissed than usual.
Good work, Flint.
“If you'll allow me a moment to review the data, Sir.” He said, half angered at himself for being caught, and half annoyed at the Commander for being on the ball
What he read however wasn't exactly what he wanted to read.
“That information doesn't seem to be available at this time. I had only just began my search sir...” He began saying knowing that Jensen was about to chew him out again any second, but whether it was by luck or he had made a small connection with the Ensign, she came to his aid by having delved further on the subject in these last few seconds when he wasn't looking and summarising what she could for the Commander.
Flint turned and glanced toward her, The look in his eyes was an overwhelming Thank you.'
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