Post 544: And They Call Her Sir

Stardate:71109.2200
Title: And They Call Her Sir
Author: N’Dura
Scene: Masquerade
Time: Prior to and During “Masquerade”
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The shiny armour and chain mail were an exact replica of a 15th century knight complete with helmet and lance.

You could hear her coming all the way from the turbolift as she clanged down the corridor to the party.

No one knew if she would even show up. She did, along with a case of bloodwine.

She entered the room, but covered from head to toe, Sir Lancelot’s identity was a mystery. After all, by human standards, her height would lend one to believe she was of the masculine gender. Her posture, gait and presence were all deceiving.

Except to him. T.C. Blane casually made his way through a throng of costume clad officers to greet her.

“Armour suits you, Commander.”

The low growl emanating from deep in her throat confirmed the identity.

“Beware of knights in shining armour bearing gifts?” he asked, purposely mixing metaphors.

N’Dura tipped up her faceplate to look him in the eye. Raising her lance, she said “I could disrobe you with one stroke of this weapon.”

“Perhaps later.” He responded, smiling, relieving her of the case of bloodwine and setting it onto the bar.

“Care to get drunk?” she asked.

“I think you meant ‘care for a drink’.” He corrected.

N’Dura pulled a bottle of her mother’s finest from the case. With a stroke of the lance, the top of the bottle was severed. “Drinks all around!” she called out.

Lt. Cmdr. N’Dura
Chief Security Officer
USS Independence