Strange Liasons
Posted on Tue May 5th, 2026 @ 3:53am by Lieutenant Amy Gordon & Commander Rhupert Tyree
Edited on on Tue May 5th, 2026 @ 4:02am
1,981 words; about a 10 minute read
Mission:
Operation Kakori
Location: Messhall, USS Valiant
Timeline: While En Route to The Badlands 2200 hrs
Marines, mixed with intelligence going on a mission in the Badlands being ferried to their goal via the Valiant. Amy found this intriguing. Never in her time of being in intelligence, had she been near a joint mission with Marines involved.
To top it off, one of the marines looked like the guy on the cover of a comic book she had picked up to read. The book having been left on a table in the mess. Amy had passed by the tall blonde , making her way to the mess hall.
Major Edmund Merrick, she had come across a tee shirt which said Merrick's Merry Maids.The comic book was interesting, but was he actually a woman magnet?
Placing the comic book back down, Amy went to grab a cup of hot chocolate.
Shy sat on the deck in Valiant's wardroom/messhall/cantine, sorting out his gear for the upcoming fray. With such a small ship, he was trying to stay out of the way as much as he could as he sorted the his ruck, clothing and weapons for this mission. He had a push knife for his boot, a Fairbairn dagger to strap to his wrist and a Cardassian phaser carbine he'd skeletonized and taken apart. It was laying on a cleaning pad in front of him. He'd wear it in a shoulder rig.
He saw a shadow pass and he noted a pretty, dark haired woman enter into the galley. He noted the Lieutenant's rank and watched with some appreciation as she moved toward the self-serve beverage urns. "Ma'am," he said as their eyes met. "Nice ship you have here. I still find it strange you don't just use replicators for everything."
A smile towards the dark skinned marine, "Call me Amy." she responded as she got her chocolate then made her way to where he was seated. His rank and name was Sergeant Andrew Shy.
"What do you prefer? Andrew, Andy or just Shy?" taking a seat upon the floor cross-legged. She wasn't too close, giving him room to work on his gear. She watched as he worked, admiring the skill he demonstrated.
"As for the food, it is something that the Captain was desirous of it being this way. Its a matter of taste, texture, the scent. I find it intriguing, wonderful and delicious.Making the most of life while you can." Amy taking a sip of chocolate.
"Amy. Aye aye, ma'am," Andrew said with a grin. "Normally, I would ask what you think best fits. Course, you don't know me very well yet, but I'll still let you choose."
"Well, I can't truly say you are shy." she began with a smile and a wink. "Andrew seems a bit too formal, though I do like the name. How about Drew. " Amy making a decision.
"Sounds about right," Andrew said with another smile. "I like the idea of making the most of life while you can, so the chow makes sense. What about outside the galley," Andrew asked. "What keeps you busy, but hopefully not to busy to get in the way of enjoying life?"
"Well-" Amy paused trying to work out what to say.
She gave a laugh. "I am one of the most boring persons that you've ever met."
Then it hit her, Amy realizing something. "Well, maybe not. I do have quite a few interests that I like to do from time to time. I just haven't really shared much of what I like to do, not even with the CO of this ship."
Amy mused speaking ruefully. "Probably due to having been in undercover missions for sometime. I tend to not open up."
Eyeing her with more interest, Shy began reassembling the carbine without looking at it and said, "Nice sidestepping there Lieu.," he said amused. "You're in Intel then? Well, you can always feel free to tell me all your secrets under the covers."
"A secret rendezvous? And would they discover that it's me and its you?" Amy quipped, having a teasing smile, her light brown eyes dancing with laughter.
"You are quite forthright in your interest." a pause, a quirking up of her eyebrow. "That is, if you truly are."
She didn't know much about him, except for his name and-did Amy know his serial number? Amy's smile, broadened into a grin. No she didn't, she could find out if she wanted to.
Leaning back, carbine assembled, "Always. Life is short, might as well find as much fun as we can. You look like fun," he said with a grin.
An eyebrow raised, "I- look like fun?" Amy propping her elbow upon her knee, her chin cupped in her hand. "Just what could possibly be saying that to you?"
There was a twinkle in her eyes, as Amy's eyes roved over him. He wasn't a bad looking man.
"Well, you know how the corp loves its acronyms," Andrew started, glancing her over with an easy smile. "Fun could stand for Frequent, Unexpected Nudity."
Amy blinked, an eyebrow lifted, then she gave a warm chuckle. "I hadn't thought of it in that matter. I am certainly learning something new. Can you tell me more?"
"I could," Andrew said, using a lightly suggestive tone. "But it might be more effective to show you."
Amy was intrigued by this Marine, though shouldn't she be just a tad bit more out of reach? Keep up her aloofness?
I wonder how he will answer this Amy thought to herself.
"Tell me something, Andrew. I've heard stories of how persuasive marines can be. Are you the persuasive sort?" Amy giving a smile, there was sign of interest but not wanting to appear too easy.
"Well," Andrew said thinking. "I AM persuasive. You strike me as a woman who makes up her own mind regardless of what I might say. That you're still talking to me, kinda tells me you're interested. So, maybe we find someplace private and we persuade each other?"
Amy rose from where she sat, not using her hands, using the natural strength of her legs. It was a skill she learned and still knew from dancing. Her movement was graceful, and fluid. She reached out a hand towards Shy,
"I've got the perfect place, and you can bring your gear." Amy responded with an inviting smile. "I love the sound of mutual persuasion."
Gathering his gear quickly with practiced motions, Andrew took the offered hand and slipped to his feet. "Mutual persuasion does have a nice ring to it," he agreed, his heartbeat quickening as his vascular and circulatory system fought his brain. The warmth of her hand in his was electric and he smiled at her. "Show me your perfect place, Amy. I place myself in your hands."
She liked the feel of his hand in hers, Amy not wanting to let go. Her skin tingled, at this connection. This human connection. There was strength in his hand, Amy feeling callouses which she didn't find appalling. There was just something about holding hands with someone who worked with their hands. She prefered that feel, didn't like lily white hands that didn't do a stick of work.
Through the corridor Amy led Andrew, she paused in front of the door which led into her quarters, entering in a code for the door to open. It opening with a quiet shwush.
"Enterez Vous." Amy stated, when the door opened, letting Andrew inside first.
The room was sparsely furnished, almost spartan in its decor. Upon the wall was an Epee, a set of daggers, two crossbow pistols. There was also a drawiing hanging upon the wall, of a mountain, with evergreen trees, and a dirt road along the edge of a small stream, with some wild flowers alongside as well. In the right hand corner of the painting, there were initials. ANG. The drawing, wasn't large, it was a small enough that it could be put inside a pack if she needed to leave, quickly.
This could be said for most of what could be seen, except for the Epee. That couldn't be put inside a backpack, maybe a duffle tbhough, which could be seen hanging on a hook. Her bed, was a single sized, its bedspread a dark green in color. There wasn't a permamemt table.but she had a folding table up against the foot of her bed.
There was a small table, plus a refresher. it wasn't that big, but to Amy it was a place to call her own for a little bit.
"Welcome to my humble abode." Amy stated with a smile.
Glancing around as he settled his gear near the doorway, Andrew let his eyes rest on Amy finally and said, "Looks good to me." He gave her a wink before continuing, "You have your own bit of quiet space. No sharing? I've heard some things about Defiant classes."
"No sharing, not everyone has to share. Smaller crew, and department heads do have their own rooms." Amy giving a bit of a smile. "Just what have you heard about Defiant class ships?"
Amy went to take a seat upon the bed, "This is the most comfortable place to sit." patting the space beside her.
Smiling, Andrew sat down next to Amy leaned back, supporting himself with his hand so he could look at her better. "Crews tend to be close knit. But the cramped space where everyone is in your business may drive people stir crazy on longer runs. And they hit a lot of ports of call. True sailor stuff there."
"This is true, its not been too bad. I like it. Plus, having a space to myself, is a luxury. I slept in a barrack style set up, with 29 other woman prisoners, in a penal colony." Amy commented. "This as I said is wonderful."
A smile twitched at his lips as Andrew nodded and said, "I think I saw that holo at Quarks. But if you aren't telling me you're an actress as well... Well what were you doing on a penal colony? They catch you stealing hearts?"
"Why now, how did you guess? I am both" Amy looking at Shy through her long dark lashes, having an alluring smile.
"I went to find my pirate bounty and got sent to a penal colony where they incarcerated pirates.Just because I had to check on my purloined goods, talk about walking into a trap." Amy responded with a flirtatious smile.
Amy then added, "The crew I was with had gotten caught. Cover story, I had fallen on bad times due to the death of my husband and well, there we go. I ended up on the penal colony, guilt by association. No one cared as it is said, a pirate is a pirate. part of the ship part of the crew that sort of thing."
Digesting that for a few beats, Andrew said. "True undercover then. Do you miss the rush?" Then he smiled into Amy's lovely eyes and said, "I'm a pirate too...you've got a cute booty. Will you shiver my timbers?"
Amy chuckled, "I won't be keelhauling you, as that would be quite painful. And I'd rather not be the one to cause you pain. I'd rather do something else." reaching out to caress his cheek, then leaning in to give Shy a kiss.
Andrew met her kiss and his heartbeat sped up they leaned into one another.
Andrew had asked if she missed the rush of being undercover, well there was being undercover, and being undercover. This undercover beat the other,hands down.
Before she lost herself in this moment, Amy thought she heard something like music. And a deep bass voice, Andrew? Saying...oh yeah...
A Joint Post By
Sergeant Andrew Shy
Tactical Systems Operator, Team 2, The Cure
USS Pioneer
Lieutenant Amy Gordon
Chief Intelligence Officer, USS Valiant
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