Well Oiled Romance--er...Ship

Where the Fun Begins

When I woke up today, I had no idea what was in store for me, but I did have a feeling that something would happen, even though I didn't know what that something was. I felt hyper and raring for something to do, even though there really was hardly anything to do here. I sat and handed Monty tools for repairing generators that had been damaged in the latest breach. That monster had torn through the nearest generator room before Monty and Keenser could deal with it. Naturally, Monty wouldn't let me anywhere near that thing, so I was forced to watch helplessly as a monster wreaked havoc on our little bunker. It was dealt with swiftly, but I felt if Monty were fighting, I had a right to choose to be there, as well, making certain that we would all walk away unscathed. Poor Keenser was left with a few lacerations, deep ones, too, and bruises, as well as Scotty, but I was a nurse, so it took only moments to treat.

"Why you hyper today?" Keenser asked as I poured the cleaning solution onto a rag to rub on a gash across his shoulder. I chuckled.

"I'm not sure, Keenser. I just am." Monty, once done being treated and having finished repairs for the most part, had sat in a chair, draped his scarf over his eyes and promptly fallen asleep. That's the one thing I'm close to liking about Delta Vega; there isn't any need to wake up early. You can sleep as much as you-

What was that? Was that...a door opening? Keenser called out a greeting in Roylan, I think, though I have no idea what he actually said, and went to check it out, telling me that I should stay where I was. I gulped as the silence rang in my ears. This was good, right? No news (or in this case, sounds) was good, right?

Keenser called back a second or two later that everything was fine, and soon appeared with two men behind him. One was around my age (or looked it) with killer blue eyes and blonde hair. Combined with his toned and fit body, it was fairly obvious there was a 'Cowboy Casanova' thing with him. He gave me a smile and a nod. I merely narrowed my eyes, crossing my arms.

"Yeh do realize you were due four fricking months ago, right? An' what's the excuse, eh? Laziness or jes' 'convenient business' that kept yeh away, cus neither are acceptable fer this!" The other man, this one a kind-looking older Vulcan, smiled.

"Eavan Pike-Scott. As passionate as ever." I blinked, choosing to disregard the odd vibe about the older guy I was getting. If they were here to get us off-planet ( and I prayed they were), I didn't really care how they knew my name already.

"Well, come on, then. Les' go get Monty and get outta here." I turned to walk out toward my husband, but halted. "That is why yeh've come, right?" Younger Guy scoffed and opened his mouth, but at a restraining hand on the shoulder and a look from Older Guy, he shut it again.

"Yes. If possible, we may be able to get you and your husband off-planet." I nodded. That much was good, but there was still a very odd vibe about the fact that he knows my name, even though we'd never seen each other before. Younger Guy rolled his eyes. I ignored my questions in favor of leaving the room, leading the two men toward Scotty. I stood there, lost in thought as Keenser smacked his leg, reaching my husband before I could.

"What?" He groaned, taking the scarf off his eyes without sitting up. His expression darkened as he took in the strangers.

"Monty..." I warned. These people were gonna get it if I let Scott off the handle. I needed to reign him in.

"Yeh realize how unacceptable this is?"

"Monty, please." If I couldn't—too late. That look in his eyes was enough to let me know anything I said would only hack him off.

"Fascinating." Older Guy mused under his breath. I was standing close enough to hear, though. I cocked a brow. There was something odd about Older Guy...but Monty didn't seem to notice or care.