What now

Posted on Sat Dec 2nd, 2023 @ 2:03am by Captain Mira Rodale

Mission: CSI: Chuck Norris
Location: USS Chuck Norris
Timeline: Present

On:
{USS Chuck Norris}

"Oh, by all that is holy! whoever thought putting 5 stuck up delegates on the defiant class vessel should be keelhauled for sticking us with them, " Mira told Chin.

She had already given up her quarters as had a few of the other senior staff members. Right now, she was living in the cargobay. This ship wasn't built for this! T’vakri, the Vulcan delegate wouldn't stay in her quarters because it smelled of Cat. Of course, Sheris, the Andorian delegate, was all too happy to stay in her quarters but was disappointed she wasn't staying with him. Mira had politely told him. They didn’t supply those kind of accommodations.
Now that dinner was over, she could relax.

Zimia came up with a PADD. "subspace radio transceiver isn't working properly."

Mira frowned, "Well, realign the transceiver."

"I don't know how. Can you show me?" Zimia asked.

Mira sighed "fine but I am getting out of my dress uniform first." Why did these things have to be so uncomfortable?

Mira changed and then began working with ensign Zimia Mariten, a very pretty Bolian communications officer, to realign the subspace radio transceiver.

"So ah Lt.Commander, how would you handle it if you got injured and had to be carried to sickbay. " Zimia asked with a little bit of a smile on her face.

Mira chuckled. "That has already happened to me."

Zimia nodded. "But who is carrying you? Would that make a difference? This time, you would be awake."

Mira peaked out from the equipment she was half inside of as she was working, then looked at Zimia. "I have no idea what you are talking about. "

Zimia laughed. "It's a game like 'what if.' Say it was the Captain who was carrying you."

"The Captain? I would let him because not letting him would be like arguing, and no one argues with the Captain." Mira told her, shaking her head.

Zimia nodded, "What about G'ginloss?"

"Ah, well, he and Kronnelti are both Klingon. I would have mixed feeling about them carrying me. Klingon women are every bit as strong and fierce as the men, and I would feel I didn't measure up to them. A Klingon woman's arm is half on, and she would say, "This? it's just scratch.' I have seen similar situations." Mira told her.

Laughing, Zimia nodded. "So what about Rodriguez or Chin?"

Mira bumped her head on the equipment. Rubbing it, she looked at Zimia. "Chin couldn't carry me. I don't think he could lift a hundred pounds as to Rodriguez. Well, if I couldn't walk at all, then yes, but I would be annoyed."

Zimia rubbed her forehead. "He swears it was just a dream."

Mira nodded. "I know he does, but he keeps talking about it and to everyone! I don't want to hear it. Plus, it wasn't a dream he was with Q they had a baby. End of it."

Nodding Zimia said, "Can you forgive him?"

Mira sighed, "Look, I am not mad at him, but at the situation he created. Q made herself me down to the DNA . Now, there is a little boy growing up, and he is not going to understand any of this."

"Ok," Zimia nodded. "What about Lance?"
Mira blushed but went back to work. "If I needed help, I would not turn the help down. Now Zimia, are you going to name every male on the ship?"

Zimia nodded "ok so if we all crashed, who would you end up with?"

Mira growled. "Stop it. We are not going to crash, and we have work to do."

"You're no fun," Zimia pouted.

Mira just shook her head at the crazy girl.

{Cargobay}
finally getting into the sleeping bag, Mira sighed. Someone had put a thick mat under her bed. It was already 1:00 when she closed her eyes.

=/\= Ensign Andrews to Lt.Commander Rodale=/\= the voice of the young security officer chirped from her commbadge.
Tapping her badge, she said, "Rodale here."

=/\=You're need on deck 4 Ma'am. Captain needs you.=/\=
Throwing on a sweat jacket over the tank and sweat pants she was sleeping in Mira made it just in time to hear the captain say
“I want this ship locked down immediately. No-one leaves and no-one comes onboard. Minimize off-ship communication to myself and Lieutenant Commander Rodale only.” He paused for a moment and looked around the room. “There’s a murderer onboard the Chuck Norris. We need to find them."

Slipping into the room, Mira asked, "How was he killed?"
“Phaser wound.” K’ner answered. “High setting. Direct to the chest.”

Mira shook her head. "Not possible, that would have set off the security protocols"

off:
Lt.Commander Mira Rodale
XO
USS Chuck