Still Got It?

Posted on Thu Jul 31st, 2025 @ 10:04pm by Captain Elizabeth F. "Liz" Beurling & Lieutenant Ami Rori

1,108 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: The Next Myogi
Location: Beurling's Quarters
Timeline: Before the briefing

Liz had just arrived on board the Myogi, and had been shown to her quarters. As the Myogi was a much older ship, the quarters were lower tech than what she'd had on the Tokyo, but the one immediate advantage was that Liz was now senior staff, and that meant she got to have quarters all to herself.

As Liz looked around her new digs, the possibilities of the things she could do within their bulkheads were flowing through her mind: She could be just about as vile and disgusting as she wanted, and it wouldn't matter, because she wasn't sharing quarters with anyone!

That being said, there was one thing that kept crossing Liz's mind about something she wouldn't mind doing in the comfort of her own quarters that they (in their current state) sorely lacked: She'd been wondering for a while now if she still had it in her to do something she did regularly in her youth, but both Clostermann and Rudd found the idea disgusting, so Liz had shelved it for her time on the Tokyo.

But now that she was on a different ship, where she was considered senior staff, suddenly she was in a completely different ballgame. Liz had been told that her combadge had been recalibrated into the Myogi's comm systems, so it was worth a shot:

"Beurling to Engineering:" Liz tapped her combadge. "Could you send someone to my quarters?"

"I don't CARE that you disagree, JUST DO IT!" The voice on the comm yelled before changing and lowering the volume on the clearly frustrated voice, but became something sickly-sweet, "This is Lieutenant Kamiyama, officer of the watch here in engineering. I'll have someone there in just a few minutes." The voice changed again, "NO! Not there-" The comm clicked off mid-sentence.

It was truly just a handful of minutes before the doors of the quarters slid open and another woman walked in, long hair unbound and behind her, some of it trapped by the engineering bag that she had over her shoulder. The two pips of a Lieutenant shone on her collar, bright hazel eyes glancing around the front room as she stepped in entirely without asking permission, "Good mor-" She cut herself off as a slightly confused look crossed her face, "It is still morning, right? Oh, never mind. You asked for an engineer?"

Liz could feel herself turning green with the question of whether or not it was still morning: Mornings hadn't been her thing for the past few months now.

"Indeed, I did." Liz respond, successfully repressing her urge to lose her most recent meal as she rubbed her belly. "I wanted to get an idea for what was permitted as far as modifications to my quarters go."

“Oh… That would normally go through Operations, not Engineering.” The half-Trill stated as she glanced around, showing spots that ranged up her neck and across her brow, “But I should be able to help with anything you need.” She gave a shrug, “I’m Ami, by the way, just happened to be the closest one here when you called. I’m the Ch-“ A sudden urge to yawn hit her and she couldn’t help but follow said urge, “Chief.”

"Elizabeth, but my friends call me Liz." Liz replied. "As of today, I'm the Myogi's new Marine Commanding Officer, in charge of the marine detachment that's been assigned here. You'll have to forgive the confusion over this job: Pregnancy brain's been a real thing, if it's not already obvious..."

Liz rubbed her belly to convey her condition to Ami.

"Well, with the Captain," Ami pointed generally up to refer to Maho, "And now you, here, I think Myogi may be becoming a maternity ward. Not that it'd help me, what with that I can't even get a boyfriend, much less if I could even get pregnant, with this pain in my ass in here." Ami patted her own stomach, "Lots of experience and knowledge, but comes at a cost." She gave a wistful smile, "But welcome aboard Myogi in any case. What sort of things are you looking to set up in here? I can work with most anything you're looking for, within a few limitations of course."

"You should have seen my last assignment if you wanted a floating maternity ward: Four officers, including myself and the captain, were all pregnant. You'd swear there was something in the replicators." Liz remarked. "Anyhow, I was hoping it wouldn't be too much trouble to put in a stripper pole?"

Instead of elaborating, Liz instead paused to let the oddness of her request sink in, hoping to elicit a question of why from the other woman before doing so.

"We'd have to move the couch a bit, just to make sure that it doesn't become a safety hazard, presuming you're looking at it being in the center of the room." Ami said after a moment of surveying the current layout, then blinked a couple times, "Definitely a better location than in the pilot's briefing room, where Mia wanted one." She rolled her eyes at the memory of the hispanic pilot's 'suggestion', "But whereas she would have thrown some sort of insane party with it as the centerpiece, I'm sure you'd be a bit more circumspect?"

"Oh yeah, for sure." Liz nodded. "I used to do it in my younger days many decades ago, and I just want to see if I've still got it. Last time I did it was... Gosh, that was fifteen years ago now, and funnily enough, I was entertaining at the bachelor party for... Well, for the guy that got me pregnant."

Liz sighed, and her expression was one of sadness for what could have been, yet also she found herself involuntarily blushing out of shame. It shouldn't have mattered, anyhow: They were gone, and she was on a new ship where she hardly knew anybody, but such an admission that she had blatantly betrayed another woman's trust and had gotten knocked up out of the deal was sure to raise a few eyebrows among her new shipmates.

Ami looked down on the floor with the shared embarrassment of the admission by Liz, not sure how to respond to that last comment. After a few seconds of silence, she finally found something that she hoped wouldn't sound too horrible, "It takes two to tango." She said simply, "So it's absolutely not your fault alone, I'd even say it's more his fault than anyone's, especially if he were married to someone else." She finally allowed herself to look up at the Marine.

To be continued...

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