ILLUMINARRPG: (4 - 0500, 0600) COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory

[Dieter Gregory]

Mission: A Cure Delayed
Day: 3
Stardate: 2445.10.28

(USS Illuminar - Aft lounge - COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 0500)

Gregory tried to roll over, but he was entangled between two other warm 
bodies. The events of the night and early morning starting to come back 
to him.  Opening his eyes, he confirmed that he was still in the lounge 
with Diane and Reolra.  A wild night indeed. Blinking, he looked at the 
time.

~Shit~ he thought ~I have to be on shift in an hour.  No way I'm going 
to be late.~

He started wiggling out to extricate himself from the sleeping ladies 
while trying not to wake them.

Next, he started grabbing what was left of his uniform.  His shirt was 
torn in several places.  At least his pants were intact.  Slipping into 
them, and the shirt, he picked up his boots making his escape from the 
room.  As he shook his head to clear the cobwebs he started to the 
turbolift.

A quick ride to deck 3, he got off to head to his room.  One of the 
gamma shift officers gave him a look. "Nothing to see here Ensign," he 
growled before ducking into his room.

"Tea, triple strength," he said to the replicator as he headed to the 
shower to wash off the sweat and smell of sex.

10 minutes later, he stepped out of the sonic shower, feeling more 
refreshed.  That was until he looked at himself in the mirror, when he 
noticed a bruise on his neck.  He groaned, there was no hiding the mark, 
or what it really was from.  No use worrying over spilled milk, as his 
mum used to say.

Good think it was still early, he thought as he drank his tea, the 
cobwebs lifting more.  Another day around Vulcan.  Nothing exciting to 
be happening today. Perhaps the Captain would be busy helping T'Mur and 
not have some exercise to test his skills.

Finishing the tea, he checked his uniform one more time.

(USS Illuminar - Deck 1- Bridge -COps Lieutenant Dieter Gregory - 0555)

The turbolift doors opened and Gregory stepped onto the bridge.  He made 
a beeline for Operations, "Morning Ms. Morganthall.  Update?" he asked.

The young ensign turned her chair around, "Morning Chief," she said as 
she paused.  "You ok? You have a bruise."

"That's nothing. Focus please."

She nodded, and pulled up a PADD.  "Nothing out of the ordinary Sir," 
she said formally. "A few crew reported some strange sounds coming from 
the Aft Lounge, which was closed last night oddly."

He nodded, "Yes, with most of the crew hitting the planet, Diane closed 
for err... inventory."

"Very good Sir," Morganthall said "I'll make a note of that in the record."

Gregory blushed slightly.

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(Posted by Tim)