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#mentrlinda #entrplot: taking over

[Rhys smirked, pleased with the way things had worked out. For him, at least, but hey, Linda didn't look much too upset either. His arms crossed in front of his chest, he cocked his head, eyes on the target that now had a hole on it.]

Pretty cool indeed. You should try it again, practice makes perfect and all. Just for shits and giggles. Also, because you entertain me.

[She allowed herself a quick glare at him—nothing more, not a retort, because she knew that was what he wanted, then kicked idly at the ground.]

I don’t. That’s why I’m here.

[She stayed where she was standing, looking between him and the rest of the range. He wasn’t going to leave her alone no matter what, and maybe asking for actual guidance wouldn’t have been a terrible idea.] Yeah. Sure.

#mentrlinda #entrplot: taking over

[The glare only made his smile grow.] Alright. Since you insist so much. Honestly, you talk a lot, like, let me speak eh?

Well, you've got the pose alright. Quite cute on you might I add, [he smirked, shifting his weight on his feet then reaching out to grab her hands.] Now put your support hand as high as possible on the grip with the thumb pointing...there we go. Yeah, look at your hands, fitting, like a puzzle.

Why do you want to learn how to use one of these? Self-defense? You planning on shooting at Mr. Spock next time you see him?

[For the first time in forever, she’d taken her sisters’ advice to heart.

"Carry a weapon,” Chamilla had said, "if you’re going on that thing. Don’t be caught dead without one, or you will be caught dead.”

Of course she had one already, standard issue from the Empire. Linda had protested on account of it being a placebo, its kill probably only good for vermin and the stun no more than a shove. If she’d held out for a few more years, she could have become an officer, gotten one of those little daggers they carried around and had showed off to her hours before. They had it easy.

“That’s not what matters,” Amara had chimed in, all smiles on the screen of her PADD, sitting behind her sister. Chamilla was the one who worked in tactical, so if the second oldest supported the endeavor, she knew it was for real. “It’s how you use it.”

“And if you know how to use it.”

She had told them she didn’t, and they had her secure a spot on the range in one of the lower decks, just for a few hours of practice.

Hour two and still nothing doing. Her subpar eyesight and lack of hand-eye coordination had finally gotten to her—things that she knew didn’t really matter, except for this one hypothetical scenario she suspected her sisters gave to her just to get her worked up. Just to fuck with her.]

Damn it.

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[Oh man. Oh man, he couldn't believe his eyes.]

Fair suck of the sav! Well he-llo miss Linda Evres, [he whistled], I didn't know you came around here, [of course not, by the way she was holding the weapon and the shots that were missing the target by a lot. Obviously she had no idea of how to shoot.]

Your aiming's a bit off, eh? Don't worry though, she'll be right. [A pause as he approached, his own phaser resting against his hip. Nothing nor anyone was forcing him to. But hey, why not, shooting was fun and he was bored, bored bored bored.] If you let me help you. What do you say, Linda?

Ya up for it?

Okay, okay, God. [She took the PADD back and set it on her desk.] What is it even supposed to be, anyway?

[She didn’t even bother hiding her disdain.] I have to deal with the high command, so I can’t stop. And everyone there is on a first-name basis, if you know what I mean.

[Why was it that the conversation had cycled back to gossip and the fact no one aboard could keep it in their pants? Someone would have her head.] Thanks. What do you have to do now, Rhys? Are you really gonna wait around to make sure he gets it?

I don't know! I didn't exactly want to pry into the Chief Engineer's business, eh? He would have had my head!

I know what you mean. Jesus.

Fine. I'm off, alas, back to work and whatnot. [Rhys lifted an eyebrow, smirking,] but I'd like to chat with you sometime soon again, maybe have something to eat or drink or both, why not, I'm a big fan of both. Besides, I'd be crazy to wait around. Best of luck, Linda. [And then why not, he clicked his tongue and winked at her again.]

[Linda rolled her eyes and smoothed down her skirt, handing the PADD back to him.] Here. He’ll probably see it soon.

I’m only half Betazoid, and I was trying not to tell you either of those for professionalism. It’s Linda, but you can’t call me that on duty, okay? [Or ever. Preferably ever.]

No no no no, you said you'd make sure he got it. You're used to him, no? Good luck with that, [he stepped back and held a hand out, refusing to take the PADD back.]

Fuck professionalism in the arse. Leave that to the high Command and their lovely little charades, Miss Linda Evres.

That's a very nice name by the way, bloody hell. I promise I won't. On duty. [He winked.]

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It was pretty bad. I’m kinda traumatized. [She wrinkled her nose and rested her hand in her chin.] But I shouldn’t gossip. Bad stuff happens to people who gossip about the Captain, you know.

[To prove her point, she lowered her voice.] The last time I tried looking for something interesting, I saw the Captain and First Officer boning. That puts a damper on my sense of adventure. Anyway. It’s a Betazoid name. Why do you want to know my first name?

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What?!

That puts a damper on everything! Jesus Christ. [Rhys couldn't stop the small laugh that bubbled up his throat.

Despite suddenly feeling very aware that yes, this was the Commander's yeoman, and that yes okay maybe he was scared because she was right. A bit. There had to be a reason why she kept the spot and was alive, right?

Right. No more dangerous gossip then. Boo.] Ah, a Betazoid.

I'm curious! I like finding out new stuff everyday. Like a child eager to know more. Why don't you want to tell me?

Everyone knows, but… [She glanced at him and raised a brow, trying not to smirk.] I’ve seen it.

I’ve only been around him when the Commander is there, too. I wish I could do a bet to get out of it. Asshole murder perv.

[She went back to typing, knowing his gaze was on her but choosing to ignore it.] Yeoman Evres. Who are you?

Pig's arse, how could you have even survived that? Shit! Ah, I wouldn't want to be you.

[Rhys did not take his gaze away from her. Instead, he inched closer, eyebrow raising as he tried peeking into the PADD.] Evres, Evres, that's a pretty strange surname. Rhys. Engineer. Is that magazine really more interesting than whatever happens around? Why won't you tell me your name?

[She took the PADD and glanced at it. Boring as hell, like she suspected.] Yeah, okay. I’ll just forward it to him. [She pushed the magazine aside, pulled one of her headphones out, and began to type.] They’re pretty close, yeah.

You’re not a yeoman. How come they sent you to do this?

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Ace, thanks. [He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall and keeping his eyes on her.] Knew it. Everyone knows, really.

They sent me because I lost a bet and no one wants to be near the Captain, ever.

And since we're playing asking game, what's your name?

Yeah. Definitely. Awesome.

Are you just here to tell me how to do my job, or do you actually need something?

It was a friendly advice, nothing more, [he smirks.] I'm sure you can handle your job just fine, if you have time to be lazying around.

I was sent to give this to the Captain, actually, [he holds up a PADD.] I figured he'd be around Mr. Spock. I hear they're close. You just happened to be here, and caught my eye.