The 'Is Your Mother Home' Routine

Posted on Tue Jan 7th, 2020 @ 7:14pm by
Edited on on Tue Feb 4th, 2020 @ 11:00am

Mission: S2:1: Into The Drowning Deeps
Location: Canopus Station, Turbolift
Timeline: MD 2 : 11.45

Aimee was considering what had been talked about with the Captain. He was nothing like she had expected mostly because the Commander she had mentioned let that on. Aimee stood with her back to the bulkhead on the turbolift as she weighed the situation carefully and not just with the present plight of being on this station. She was considering her assignment talking to one of the infected with her young brain, "They probably will react entirely different because of how I look..." She said to herself.

She wanted to get to her office, but the turbolift had stopped and the doors opened Aimee eyed the Petty Officer in Operations Yellow for a moment before returning to her train of thought. She placed her hands behind her back and slid over slightly so that he had plenty of space on the turbolift not that she took up that much space in the first place. Aimee was perfectly content riding the turbolift in silence, but she wouldn't get that chance.

"Halt turbolift," Petty Officer Batar said suddenly. The Benzite looked down at the girl in science teal for a moment and sized her up. He had noticed she was wearing the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade, but he was questioning her in his head. Numerous times had Batar opened then closed his lips before finally raising his hand. "I..." He paused again.

There were so many thoughts going on in Batar's head that he didn't know where to begin, "When did they start making uniforms for children to wear?" He blurted out suddenly, "I mean... I'm glad to see that your mother, or father whichever, has you looking up to them even mimicking them. I just didn't know they made uniforms for our children." Batar was a father himself though his daughter was very small.

Aimee began to rub her forehead as he asked this series of questions, "Is there a sir or ma'am in any of this?" She finally asked and looked up towards him. "I am a Lieutenant, albeit a junior one, and the last I checked you are a non-commissioned officer. Furthermore, I am the Chief Counselor of this station!" She stated somewhat abrasively. "I am not a child... I am a thirty-year-old woman, who by unfortunate circumstance is stuck in the body of a thirteen-year-old girl."

She immediately placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight off to one side, "I also have places to be and right now I have neither the patience nor the mood to deal with your antics Petty Officer...?"

"Batar," Batar answered her with disdain. He wasn't exactly buying that she was thirty years old at that present moment. "You look to be thirteen," He said and shook his head, "You can't be older than thirteen... And, I don't think you're in Starfleet either." He simply continued to stare in disbelief. Batar was beginning to wonder if he didn't need to just step off the turbolift and leave her alone, "Perhaps I should contact your mother let her know -."

Aimee scoffed, "My mother is on Earth good luck!" She said then started formulating ways to get this Benzite to believe that she really was who she said she was. She snapped her fingers, "Computer transfer personnel file Paulsen, Aimee Marie rank Lieutenant Junior Grade to this PADD. Authorization Paulsen-Seven-Tango."

The PADD beeped and her personnel file was there with her current picture displayed on the screen. She held it up for the Benzite to see, "See!" She exclaimed with an obnoxiously high pitched voice. Her cheeks had turned a bright red at that point as she stood there waiting for the Benzite Petty Officer to say something... Anything further on the matter.

Batar mumbled as he read the first few lines, "I apologize sir," He told her. "Resume turbolift," He said then turned so that he was facing the entry doors just like she was. But, he kept looking over towards her every two or three seconds. Other questions had started to arise in the back of his mind. He hadn't read everything on the PADD of course but just enough to get a general notion of this officer who claimed she was a member of Starfleet.

Aimee grunted as the turbolift started off again. She saw out of the corner of her eye how he kept looking at her and finally Aimee groaned while rolling her eyes, "What is it now?" She snapped.

"Halt turbolift," The Benzite said again. He eyed her up and down for a moment, "Can I ask you something personal?" He questioned her then before she had the chance to answer the first question he just went with the personal question. Batar had so many personal questions that he honestly had nowhere to start. He even ignored the clear annoyance in the girl's voice when she had asked what he wanted. "How does... You know... Dating and all of that work?"

"I'm sorry what?" She asked and blinked rapidly, "What do you mean by 'all of that'?" She shook her head not entirely certain if she wanted the answer to that question or not. She chose to forego that part, "Why in the hell are you asking me about my dating life you weirdo!" She said and swallowed hard. He had taken what should have been a peaceful ride in the car of a turbolift and shattered it.

"Well I just mean..." Batar had begun to stammer as the situation became increasingly more awkward by the moment, "Do you date anyone? Have you dated anyone? That sort of thing... I just... I can't imagine how that would work... I'm mean you're a very attractive... Woman... Girl... I just..."

Aimee was becoming increasingly more irate by the moment and had crossed her arms. The redness that was present before had increased by a factor of at least one hundred. What business was it of his whether or not she dated or not? She didn't want to entertain his stammering fit any longer, but something in her had just snapped. She had her arms crossed in one moment, then in the next she had dropped them to her sides and was off balance so that most of her weight was firmly to her left.

"Oh, because that would go over so well wouldn't it?" She began with a sarcasm laced rant, "Oh that's my boyfriend or my girlfriend. Yeah I know I look like a thirteen-year-old kid, but you know what he thinks I'm attractive... Blah, blah, blah... Barf!" She continued. She began to firmly rub the bridge of her nose, "Look not that it is really any of your business, but no I do not date! And, why in the hell would I?"

She had crossed her arms again and was staring at him intensely, "Why in the hell would you ask me that for... Huh?"

"I didn't mean anything by it..." Batar stammered.

Aimee nodded, "And, what kind of sick monster would think that I was attractive?" She asked and ran her hands down along her body to indicate herself. "I look like a thirteen-year-old kid!" She had crossed her arms over her chest once again and turned to face away from him. Aimee had entertained his nonsense long enough. "Computer resume!" She snapped and proceeded to ignore him again.

Batar was silent once again and looking towards the doors of the turbolift. But, his eyes had started to drift again and finally he spoke to her, "I'm sorry..." He muttered under his breath. His eyes had continued to drift towards her. There were other questions that he had that were far more personal than even that. But, he went back to what he had asked before, "But, how would dating even.-"

"Computer halt turbolift!" Aimee said then she looked straight at him, "Don't you ever shut up?" She asked him rhetorically then went through the doors of the turbolift leaving the Benzite standing there speechless. Aimee nearly bowled a Vulcan over as she stormed off towards another turbolift... One that hopefully had absolutely no idiotic Benzites in it.