Dressed to kill, ready to eat.

Posted on Sun Apr 11th, 2010 @ 2:54pm by Colonel Wilhelm Baron von Hackleberg

1,599 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Preparing The Fleet
Location: Promenade
Timeline: 0330, After The Colonel Bumps into an Engineer

T'var smiled widely as she draped the cloth over her shoulders and fitted it snugly against her body. Finally something comfortable to wear! It had been ages since she had been able to spend any time just having fun. During her last year at the academy she had spent almost all of her time studying and almost no time relaxing and it felt good to get out of the uniform for a reason other then sleeping.

As she admired her new outfit in the mirror her smile widened. She had been complimented on her form and physique more then once during her academy days, but she had never payed much attention to such comments, always trying to focus on her classes. Now... Now things were different.

The Material was a light blue in color and silky to the touch. The Ferangi who had sold it to her said that it was called Ragilian Spider silk. It came down her back in one long strip, leaving her sides bare, and flowed out perfectly into a long skirt that covered the outside of her legs but opened up just above her knees in the front and the back, a style that was quite uncommon as far as T'var knew. The front of the garment was a tad to revealing for her tastes as it came down in two thin strips that only just covered the front of her breasts, probably why the Ferangi had been so anxious to have her try it on in his store....

'Well this should give the Colonel something to think about while we eat'. T'var thought, grinning to herself and doing her best to fit the material as snugly to her body as possible. With something this revealing, it was best to make sure that no part of it was loose.

She exited the changing room, greeted by the small Ferangi who looked decidedly pleased with himself and was staring at places T'var wasn't accustomed to having anyone stare at. She leaned over to the Ferangi, her finger pointed at his small nose. "You, keep your eyes to yourself you little Troll, or else. Got it?" The intensity of her voice must have shone through, for the Ferangi grinned anxiously and hurried back to the storefront. T'var followed and exited to the front of the store where the Colonel was waiting for her. "Ah, there we are, sorry for keeping you waiting. Shall we eat?"

Wilhelm was waiting just outside the store when T'var walked out. The first thought that Wilhelm remembered having was that he was going to need a cold shower before he went on duty. All this happened in the space of a couple seconds. Hopefully, not enough for T'var to notice. "Yes. Let's...." Wilhelm said as T'var walked over to join him.

Through the corner of his eye he could see a little Ferengi poke his head out of the store and look towards T'var. "I might have to Sergeant Chelsy Wilks stop by this store later and straighten out that Ferengi's look..." Wilhelm thought to himself.

"I do have to say you look quite ravishing, definitely a change from your uniform." Wilhelm said while smiling and walking the Ensign away from the shop. In the distance he could hear a march of boots on the deck. "Great...Here comes the Marine Roving Patrol." Wilhelm thought to himself.

"And It feels wonderful. You leader types have forgotten what it's like to wear your uniform while crawling through the engineering ducts all day" T'var teased lightly, inwardly pleased that her appearance had had such an... obviously profound effect up her companion. A few moments passed as they strolled slowly down the length of the Promenade before T'var heard the steady 'tramp tramp tramp' of marching boots, probably some sort of drill. And there they were, down at the far end of the Promenade, moving forwards at a steady pace, a dozen or more marines heading in their direction.

"Friends of yours?" T'var asked, suddenly, and awkwardly, aware again of exactly how tight her new dress actually was.

Wilhelm seen an approaching squad, "It's just the Marine Roving Patrol. There usually all over the place.....Son of a ..." Wilhelm cursed silently because in the lead was Staff Sergeant Otto Krupp.

"Out for a early morning stroll sir?" Otto said to Wilhelm with a grin on his face then faced T'var "Ma'am.." Otto. said. Wilhelm responded, "Just needed to stretch the legs Otto, when I happened to run into Miss T'var here. What the hell are you guys doing up here anyway? This is Security's turf." Otto replied with a grin "We just needed a change in scenery sir...." Otto said with a quick flick of the eyes at T'var. Wilhelm then said "Well continue on marines." Otto replied back, "But sir...." Wilhelm cut him off. " 'TENTION!" Wilhelm roared and watched as the marines bolted to attention. Wilhelm then said. "RIGHT FACE! AT THE DOUBLE! MARCH!" Wilhelm watched the marines trotted away then looked at the amused face of T'var and said with a shrug, "Perks of the job..."

"Sweet". T'var replied, using one of the many Earth words she had heard used during her academy days. She had to admit it was impressive how well the marines responded to Wilhelms order. Like a perfectly oiled machine. She grinned at her companion, doing her best to hide her previous moment of embarrassment. "So, where should we eat?" She asked, holding onto Wilhelms arm and pulling herself closer to him.

"Well there is a nice little breakfast shop up here that's pretty good and they're always open." Wilhelm said.

"Sounds like plan" T'var said, strolling alongside Wilhelm as he led her towards the far side of the promenade. "So..." She asked, her voice soft, "How did you decide on becoming a marine?"

Wilhelm looked at T'var with a caught off guard kind of look and said, "Well...I just graduated high school and some of my friends were going to Berlin for a little R & R and they invited me to come with them." Wilhelm said as they came up to a little shop that said "Seth's Breakfast Specials, Always Open!" Wilhelm looked at a sign that said "This week's special: Klingon Racht Omlette, 5 credits extra for alive!" as he held the door open for T'var "After you miss..."

T'var noted the sign, and her stomach rumbled slightly. She was so energized by her encounter with the Colonel that she had forgotten that she had been on her feet for over eight hours now with very little food or rest, and an omlette sounded like just the thing. "Thank you." She stepped through the doorway and into the small restaurant. It had a quaint, somewhat exotic feel too it, almost like a strange sort of nightclub that had removed the dancers and replaced them with more tables and food. It also, she realized, smelled faintly of burnt hair. Looking around for a suitable table she looked at Wilhelm uncertainly, "I'm assuming we just pick our own seats here? It doesn't seem like the sort of place where they seat you."

"Go ahead and claim your own territory. They'll send a waiter after we've taken a seat." Wilhelm said as the smell of fresh bacon hit him and made his stomach growl.

T'var walked over to one of the empty tables, (although at this hour they were all empty excepting a group of three Bolian’s who appeared to be enjoying a stack of Risian Fluff cakes), and sat down, picking up one of the menus that had been set out. "Oooh." She let out a slight gasp as her gaze fell on the large variety of amazingly tasty breakfast choices. She had to admit that the sound of a stack of those Risian fluff cakes sounded awfully good, but a live Racht omelet sounded so wonderfully filling.

“So…†She said as Wilhelm sat down across from her, “Any suggestions?â€

Wilhelm just shrugged and said, "Well, everything I've tried has been good..." Wilhelm said as the waiter started making his way over, "Ladies first."

T'var grinned, "Such a gentleman. Ok then..." She moved her finger along the menu and picked out three items of interest. A few moments later the waiter appeared at the table a smile on his obviously Cardassian face. "Are you ready?"

T'var nodded, "Yes. I'll have the Rokeg blood pie, a half stack of Risian fluff cakes, two earth peacock eggs and a large Alterian fruit tea." Noting her companions slightly surprised face, presumably at her large order, she grinned tapping her stomach and intentionally drawing his eyes down her body. "Lucky for me I have a metabolism that would melt rock, becuase In really like my body, but I also really love a good serving of food."

"I would definitely assume so T'var." Wilhelm said with a chuckle then looks up at the waiter, "I have a craving for more traditional fare this morning.... I'll have the chicken fried steak with two chicken eggs and a couple buttermilk biscuits. Plus a large coffee, black." The waiter takes the order then says, "Right away sir..." and scurries off.

T'var nodded to the waiter as left and then smiled, returning her gaze to her companion. "So, I believe you were telling me why you joined the marines? It's exactly if the Federation military service ever had much pull, at least, not before the Dominion war."


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Colonel Wilhelm Baron von Hackleberg
21st Marines CO
SB Typhon

Ensign T'var
Engineering department, Section A,
SB Typhon

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