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Everything is better with Bacon!

Posted on Fri Sep 18th, 2020 @ 10:05pm by Lieutenant Bradley Owens & Lieutenant Siobahn Fallon

Mission: Bring on the Wrecking Machine
Location: Deck 20: Crew Mess
Timeline: 0730 Hours, before "Out of Harm's Way"

Despite the ridiculously early hour Siobahn had been up for a surprising amount of time and had already spent several hours in sickbay. Now, with a lull in the crazy, she had made her way to the crew mess to grab some breakfast before she did her rounds to check on inpatients and then her afternoon would be spent seeing patients.

Though, even now, when she was supposed to be focusing on the breakfast in front of her, she was preoccupied by the PaDD in her hand, familiarizing herself with the patients she had coming up today.

Brad Owens stepped through the large passageway connecting the main crew mess hall with the rest of the massive habitat section of the station. The sheer scope of the room left him in wonder. It was obvious that a starbase would need a larger room to feed all the bustling officers and crew but he was used to starships and training facilities that couldn't compete in size. Around the room, the sounds of conversation and eating utensils could be heard. He held his air wing beret in place and used his other hand to unconsciously smooth it across his head to ensure it looked proper, despite having done it a few times already that morning.

His eyes wandered around to the various food replicators dotted around the room and noted the real food service line off to one side. As his blue eyes glanced across the tables he instantly stopped at a woman with fiery hair and sporting a teal collar, sitting by herself and reading something on a PADD. Making his way past the various other diners, he stood across the table from her and said, "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but notice that you're eating all alone." He pointed a thumb back over his shoulder. "There's a sign out front that these tables are for two diners." He held up a hand to stop her from any immediate confusion as he continued, "But don't worry, I'm more than happy to dine with you so that way you don't get into any trouble with the establishment." He gazed at her and tried to keep his grin to a minimum.

Siobahn locked the PaDD and set it down, looking up at him, one eyebrow raising slightly, though other than that there her face remained devoid of expression, except for her eyes which sparkled with amusement. "So, you're doing me some kind of a favour then are you?" she asked as her gaze travelled slowly over his form. With a sudden soft laugh she shook her head and motioned for him to take a seat across from her. "Tell me, what is this favour going to cost me?"

Brad took the offered chair and settled down, leaning forward conspiratorially. "Well, normally there's a twenty-five credit charge for such services but I believe an exception can be made in your case. All that would be required is friendly banter," he proposed as his eyes examined her lovely face.

She laughed again and held her hand toward him. "Lieutenant Siobahn Fallon, Medical Officer," she offered with a smile. "I just came aboard a couple of weeks ago. You?"

He took her hand softly and replied, "That's a lovely name. Pretty rare, too. I'm First Lieutenant Brad Owens, new air wing commander. I've been aboard for a few days." He glanced down at her PADD. "Is that all you're having for breakfast? The plastic content can't be good for digestion."

"I meant to get breakfast, I just thought I'd read something real quick and... well..." she laughed and shook her head. "Time got away from me, but at least I have coffee... or, rather, had..." She said as she picked up the empty cup and peered inside.

"Would you like another cup? How do you take it?"

"Four shots of espresso, six sugars and then fill the cup with cream?" she said with a grin. "And, if you're feeling generous, how about chocolate croissant?"

"Can do," he said with a smile before getting up and walking over to one of the replicator slots along the nearby wall. He ordered her drink and croissant as well as his own coffee with lots of cream and sugar. Returning to the table, he set everything down. "One cup of extreme warp power for the lady." Taking his seat again, he brought his mug to his face and inhaled the hazelnut scent from the steam. He took a gulp and said, "I can imagine that you'd be really busy on a big station like this. What's the CMO like?"

Siobahn held up one hand in his direction, her other hand wrapping around the cup and picking it up, inhaling the strong coffee scent deeply before taking a sip and sighing softly. "We don't have one right now," she finally answered. "From what I understand the CMO pulled out enroute due to a family emergency. I'm kind of pulling double duty right now."

"So you're the head honcho running a medical ward for hundreds of people?" He mulled that thought over a moment and then added, "That doesn't look bad on a resume." He sipped his coffee slowly for a moment. "I doubt that it helps your sleep pattern any, though."

"And that, my friend, is why the deities, bless their cotton socks, invented coffee," Siobahn replied, holding her cup up toward him.

"Truer words were never spoken," he said with a lift of his cup in salute. "Well, I'm kind of in the same boat. I've been a CAG but being an air wing commander is a step above my pay grade. I'm not too worried but I'm sure it'll present new challenges." His eyes glanced subtly over her figure as he added, "Though maybe some time behind a desk will be a good thing."

"If you get to sit behind a desk then half your luck," Siobahn said with a laugh, tearing a piece of the croissant away and popping it in her mouth, chewing it slowly before she spoke again. "CAG? So what's that involve?"

"CAG stands for Commander, Air Group. Basically I oversee the management of the fighter wings at the station, so big picture stuff like mission planning and coordination with other departments to fulfill that requirement. Engineering for repairs and maintenance, for example. I also get to attend all the thrilling senior staff meetings so I'm aware of any threats to the station or civilian assets in the sector." He paused to sip his coffee. "Don't let that fool ya, though. I'm still one of the best combat pilots around," he said with a seductive wink.

Siobahn laughed at his words. "Not that you're bragging or anything," she said with a shake of her head. "I'll take your word for it. I don't fly. I almost didn't make passed my first year at the Academy because I failed the mandatory basic piloting class. I don't know what the big deal was, I mean, they had the Commandant's quarters repaired in under three weeks!"

Brad let out a laugh as he imagined her wrecking a shuttle in the worst way. "Oh man... How did you mess up basic flight school?" He slid a hand over and casually tore off a small piece of her croissant and popped it into his mouth. "Maybe I should give you a refresher course so you don't hit any planets."

"Trust me, you do not want me behind the controls of a shuttle. I'm a doctor. There are two things I don't do. Fly and wield weapons." Siobahn laughed softly and shook her head, the slightest hint of colour in her cheeks at the statement.

He held up a hand in playful defense and chuckled. "Fair enough. It's best you leave the flying to the professionals. And by that same rationale, I won't try to stitch anyone up." He kept his grin focused on her for the moment. He liked their banter so far and found himself coming up with excuses for going by sickbay.

"That's probably a good thing, I doubt you could do it justice. Us medical officers do have a certain finesse," she said with a smile, nudging the plate closer toward him.

Brad took another piece of the croissant and chewed on it slowly as he gazed at her. "Oh, I have no doubt about that, Siobahn. I might leave a hypospray inside a chest cavity or something," he said with another chuckle.

She rolled her eyes slightly, muttering "Typical fly boy," before wrapping both hands around the cup and raising it to her lips as if she had said nothing at all.

"You know it," he countered with a wink. "We're the spice of life. We keep things interesting." He glanced over at the wall-mounted chronometer. "Well, it looks like it's time for the senior staff meeting."

A sheer look of panic crossed Siobahn's face. "No, seriously? Already? It can't be! I have rounds to do first!"

Brad laughed softly and gestured with a dismissive hand in the air. "You're the one in charge. That's what the minions are for!" He waited for her to get up as he pushed his chair inward. "Besides, it'll be a piece of cake. What's to be nervous about?"

"We're on deck fourteen, right?" Siobahn asked, without waiting for an answer before she continued speaking. "Sickbay is deck eighty three. If I'm quick I can duck down and run through the a few things before coming back up for the meeting... what deck is the meeting on?" She sighed and shook her head. "I miss starships."

"I think we're on deck twenty?" Brad looked around for a sign but couldn't find one handy. "Hey, you know what they say: if you're early, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late. Just keep that in mind." He smiled at her again. "I can save you a seat if you'd like?"

Siobahn smiled as she stood up, grabbing her PaDD and her cup and plate to return to the replicator. "And what's that favour going to cost me?"

"Nothing more than say... dinner and drinks?" He grinned again and waited patiently for her response. He didn't think that he was being too bold. And asking while she felt pressured for time might work in his favor.

"Sure, pick me up at eight?" Siobahn asked with a quick smile as she turned and started toward the door of the mess.

"Can do," he replied as he stepped outside the mess hall and toward the central turbolift bank located in the main intersection of the mezzanine.

Lieutenant Bradley Owens
Air Wing Commander, Starbase 243

Lieutenant Siobahn Fallon
Medical Officer, Starbase 243

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