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"Truth Versus Fiction" by A. Rhea King
Rating: PG Raid (5) (based on a true story…) The halls were quiet at two a.m. Friday morning. In an alcove created by a section joint, Ensigns Clarkson, Mayweather and Sato, still in their pajamas, were huddled against the wall. The three were whispering and trying not to laugh. “Sorry I’m late,” Lieutenant Monroe said as she came around the corner. “Ready?” Travis asked them. “Ready,” they answered. The four hurried through the halls, trying to avoid visual sensors along the way. They came to the mess hall door and continued to the back of the galley. They stopped at a walk-in freezer in the kitchen and Lieutenant Monroe entered the security code on the door. She pulled the door open and Ensigns Mayweather and Sato trotted in to collect two pints of ice cream at the back. The four walked to a counter in the middle of the kitchen, pulling stools up to it. Ensign Pierson retrieved four spoons and handed them out. The four dug into the pints of ice cream, swapping stories in low voices and trying to keep their laughter quiet. # Hoshi eyed the Captain’s ready room door. Occasionally she’d glance at Travis, but he was careful not to appear to be interested in the ready room. The door opened and Chef stormed to the lift. Hoshi quickly turned her attention to her work. “Hoshi.” Hoshi turned. Her heart leapt into her throat when she found Archer standing on the other side of the railing of her station. “Yes, sir?” she inquired calmly. “Open the ship’s COM, please,” Archer said, smiling as he turned and leaned against the railing. “Go ahead, sir,” Hoshi said. “This is your captain,” Archer said, trying not to laugh. “Last night some crewmen raided the galley for ice cream. This apparently has happened twice before and it will come to a stop. Any crewmen caught helping themselves to an unauthorized midnight snack will be reprimanded. Archer out.” Archer turned to Hoshi, finding she had already turned back to work. Archer leaned on the railing. “Hoshi.” “Yes, Captain?” Hoshi asked, turning around. Archer noticed a slight flush in Hoshi’s cheeks. “Send the message that’s waiting to Starfleet.” “Yes, sir.” Archer didn’t look away or move. Hoshi smiled. “Is that all, sir?” Hoshi asked. “Is there something you would like to tell me, Ensign?” “No, sir.” “Are you sure?” ”Yes, sir.” “And you know nothing about the ice cream raid, I suppose?” “No, sir.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, sir. I only know what you’ve just announced to the ship, sir.” “Are you feeling well? You look flushed.” “I find it amusing, sir. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t.” Archer smiled as he lifted his chin. “I wish I had your poker face, Ensign.” “Yes, sir,” Hoshi replied with a pleasant smile. Archer turned, almost missing Travis wiping the grin off his face. Archer held his laughter until he was back in the privacy of his ready room. Hoshi and Travis exchanged smiles before Hoshi turned back to her work. |
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