Due to the revised berthing plan The Blythe crew were about to embark on their new mission in relative luxury to most other Cali class ships. At just under half staff and with only 20 out of an authorized 55 officers, the XO had assigned 4 people to each of the Prime spots in the communal hallway berthing on decks 9 10 and 11, meaning there was no crew sleeping in actual hallways, they were all clustered around the quad bays at the intersections and corners.

Dalton Morris had on just arrived back on the ship, his transport hadn’t arrived at SB86 until 1730h, after clearing customs due to his identichip, the one thing that Orion bitch hadn’t stolen from him in infact. He had seen the revised berthing notice show up on his padd, it only showed his assigned quad, no roommates were mentioned, and when he arrived 2 of the bunks were still unoccupied.

With no other crew was visible around, so he claimed the bottom bunk. The ship was scheduled to depart just after noon the next day. Morris was scheduled to report for duty the next morning at 0800h.

As he stood and turned around he was met with the sight of the woman he had spent 3 harrowing we together with aboard the freezing and crippled Blythe along with that loser Ford. T’Sen apparently having recognized Ford, from the behind oddly enough had been waiting for Morris to turn around.

The absolutely gorgeous, bald 3/4 Vulcan 1/4 Bolian woman was wearing nothing but the standard issue shower towel. ‘Curious, I thought it might have been you. Greetings Morris.’

Morris, that was all she had ever called him during those 3 weeks together with Ford. Even the one night during the second week when they had sat up talking all night by the makeshift heater. Morris would look back on that day many times over the next several years and know that that night had been the exact moment he had fallen in love with the older women. But at this particular moment in time, he just thought she was a cool person and hot as hell frankly.

As T’Sen grabbed some clothes from her locker and then went behind a partition to change. Morris said ‘Yeah its me, and I’m guessing we’re roommates now.’ He said as he took a seat on his bunk trying not to stare.

T’sen finished changing and said ‘Yes, a more then satisfactory berthing arrangement.’

Morris realized that the way T’Sen had said that was a bit unusual. ‘How was your shore leave?’

T’Sen said flatly ‘Quiet and peaceful. How was your surfing adventure?’ She said as she walked out wearing a fairly short shirt and a tank top.

Now it was getting really strange. She had never asked him about his surfing before, and he had never seen her wear anything like that in the 8 months together aboard the Blythe before the orda. He then noticed she was breathing heavily and occasionally wiping beads of sweat from her forehead.

‘Dalton, I need a favour from you and I need you have some discretion about it. Can you assist me with something, it is rather urgent…’ the heavy breathing continued as he stood up and she walked over to him.

‘Yeah sure T’Sen wha…’

‘Thank you, please come with me’ she said quickly as she grabbed him by the wrist and walked off.

‘UH. WHA….where we going? Are you ok’

T’Sen kept walking holding him by the wrist. Morris was certainly a willing participate, but T’Sen was walking rather quickly ‘holodeck’ she said.

As they entered T’Sen stopped turned quickly looked Morris right in the eyes and said, ‘Computer Lock the door, code T’Sen 058 Beta. Dont ask any questions, I will explain later. I need this right now.’

She then kissed him rather aggressively.

TBC