07-26-2010, 03:57 PM
{posting as LtCmdr. Torin Elano, Chief of Operations, USS Braveheart}
Starbase Thrinacia, Shuttle Bay Three
1040 Hours
The small type-10 shuttlecraft had been parked in Shuttle Bay Three for several minutes...and yet, Torin had not been able to pry himself from the pilot's seat. He and Rennan had been en route to Thrinacia for the past six days, and both of them were exhausted. The trip would have gone much faster had Torin been able to convince his old Captain to give him one of the Runabouts instead of the small class-10 shuttle; they would have been able to travel at warp seven, which would have cut the travel time from six days to less than two. But since Thrinacia was scheduled to have another class-10 shuttle delivered and the Babylon was carrying a spare, they had been limited to the small shuttle's warp five point three. Both Torin and Rennan had been sorry to leave the Babylon--that ship was the place they had met, the place where just about all their friends lived, the place where they had been married. But duty had called Torin elsewhere, and his faithful husband had followed. Now they were set to board the Braveheart, a top-of-the-line Sovereign class vessel. It was a higher profile placement for both of them, so they hoped it would be beneficial to both of their careers. As he leaned back slightly in the pilot's chair, Torin felt Rennan's presence telepathically and sensed his husband's mild annoyance with him.
"You coming, Tor?" asked Rennan playfully, standing with a hand on his hip and trying his best to look annoyed. "We only have a few hours before this ceremony of theirs, and I know how long it takes you to get ready. Being late would be impolitic."
"And since when have you cared about what is and what is not impolitic, Ren?" responded Torin, turning his seat around and standing up. He stretched wide, then began to walk toward the aft access hatch.
"Since we arrived. I haven't had a new CO to impress in years, and neither have you. We both need to be at our best."
"As long as I have you, I'll always be at my best." Torin caught a slight whiff of his husband's cologne, an obscure Terran blend that drove him wild. He pulled Rennan close to him and kissed him gently on the lips, a gesture that the taller, stronger security officer returned with equal affection.
"Let's go, Imzadi," said Rennan, breaking away from the kiss. "We need to get to our quarters on Braveheart and get ready...and we need to report in also. The shuttlebay staff can take care of getting most of this stuff to our quarters." Rennan started to move toward the shuttlebay exit after picking up his carry on, and noticed his husband hanging back slightly. "Tor, what's..." he trailed off as his mind scanned Torin's, finding his husband enveloped by other voices that he was unable to filter out. As Rennan pulled out the portable medkit and loaded the theragenic isocyanate cartridge into the hypospray, he tried to use his limited telepathic abilities to suppress some of the chaos. He could feel Torin's little remaining control slipping away as the hypospray hissed against Torin's neck. In just a few seconds, Rennan felt his husband's control return to normal. "Better?"
"Yeah, much. I didn't realize how much these thousands of non-telepathic voices would affect me, Ren. Sorry."
"You can't help that the Gift the Gods gave you is so strong. We'll just need to make your dosages a little stronger while we're here at the Starbase." Rennan stuck his hand out, spreading his fingers wide. "Here, take my hand. I'll help shield you until the dose takes full effect."
Torin took his husband's hand, once again surprised how easily their fingers interlaced together. It was so natural, like Ren was an extension of himself. The instant their skin contacted, Rennan's mind was completely open to Torin. Torin felt safe, comforted, protected. It was a feeling he never wanted to go away. He smiled at Rennan, then the two of them set out for the Braveheart to begin their newest adventure--together, now and always.
Starbase Thrinacia, Shuttle Bay Three
1040 Hours
The small type-10 shuttlecraft had been parked in Shuttle Bay Three for several minutes...and yet, Torin had not been able to pry himself from the pilot's seat. He and Rennan had been en route to Thrinacia for the past six days, and both of them were exhausted. The trip would have gone much faster had Torin been able to convince his old Captain to give him one of the Runabouts instead of the small class-10 shuttle; they would have been able to travel at warp seven, which would have cut the travel time from six days to less than two. But since Thrinacia was scheduled to have another class-10 shuttle delivered and the Babylon was carrying a spare, they had been limited to the small shuttle's warp five point three. Both Torin and Rennan had been sorry to leave the Babylon--that ship was the place they had met, the place where just about all their friends lived, the place where they had been married. But duty had called Torin elsewhere, and his faithful husband had followed. Now they were set to board the Braveheart, a top-of-the-line Sovereign class vessel. It was a higher profile placement for both of them, so they hoped it would be beneficial to both of their careers. As he leaned back slightly in the pilot's chair, Torin felt Rennan's presence telepathically and sensed his husband's mild annoyance with him.
"You coming, Tor?" asked Rennan playfully, standing with a hand on his hip and trying his best to look annoyed. "We only have a few hours before this ceremony of theirs, and I know how long it takes you to get ready. Being late would be impolitic."
"And since when have you cared about what is and what is not impolitic, Ren?" responded Torin, turning his seat around and standing up. He stretched wide, then began to walk toward the aft access hatch.
"Since we arrived. I haven't had a new CO to impress in years, and neither have you. We both need to be at our best."
"As long as I have you, I'll always be at my best." Torin caught a slight whiff of his husband's cologne, an obscure Terran blend that drove him wild. He pulled Rennan close to him and kissed him gently on the lips, a gesture that the taller, stronger security officer returned with equal affection.
"Let's go, Imzadi," said Rennan, breaking away from the kiss. "We need to get to our quarters on Braveheart and get ready...and we need to report in also. The shuttlebay staff can take care of getting most of this stuff to our quarters." Rennan started to move toward the shuttlebay exit after picking up his carry on, and noticed his husband hanging back slightly. "Tor, what's..." he trailed off as his mind scanned Torin's, finding his husband enveloped by other voices that he was unable to filter out. As Rennan pulled out the portable medkit and loaded the theragenic isocyanate cartridge into the hypospray, he tried to use his limited telepathic abilities to suppress some of the chaos. He could feel Torin's little remaining control slipping away as the hypospray hissed against Torin's neck. In just a few seconds, Rennan felt his husband's control return to normal. "Better?"
"Yeah, much. I didn't realize how much these thousands of non-telepathic voices would affect me, Ren. Sorry."
"You can't help that the Gift the Gods gave you is so strong. We'll just need to make your dosages a little stronger while we're here at the Starbase." Rennan stuck his hand out, spreading his fingers wide. "Here, take my hand. I'll help shield you until the dose takes full effect."
Torin took his husband's hand, once again surprised how easily their fingers interlaced together. It was so natural, like Ren was an extension of himself. The instant their skin contacted, Rennan's mind was completely open to Torin. Torin felt safe, comforted, protected. It was a feeling he never wanted to go away. He smiled at Rennan, then the two of them set out for the Braveheart to begin their newest adventure--together, now and always.