The Other Dvald Girl

Posted on Sat Mar 14th, 2020 @ 3:42am by Division Admiral Rhaenys "Nighthawk" Dvald & Commander Beth Woerner & Lieutenant Commander Tan'ato Tejera & Lieutenant Commander Shorin Gal'jaridd & Lieutenant Commander Kaitlin Nesbitt & Lieutenant Tyla Shrikewing & Lieutenant Rtas "Halfjaw" 'Vadum'ee & Lieutenant Michael Nelson & Lieutenant Commander Jacqui Briggs & Lieutenant JG Sarah Ashley & Commodore Siaxx "Bluemoon" Dvald-Vaxx MD & Lieutenant Commander Shandis "Darkmoon" Dvald-Festlin

Mission: Mission 96: Settling Accounts
Location: Various Locations - Starbase 12 / USS Manticore
Timeline: 0800Hrs - September 9th, 2392

Commander Siaxx Dvald who was more commonly known as 'Nighthawk' found herself being released from the brig for reasons known only to the men who were deciding her fate, she regarded the other two Siaxx's as she waved bye-bye at Siaxx. This angered Siaxx who yelled something in her native language. "You fucking fools. That's the wrong Dvald, you are letting out!" she screamed. "I'm the real Siaxx... What the fuck are you all doing, you fucking clowns!" Bluemoon shouted loudly. Rhaenys sat in silence as she silently meditated. She peeled open one eye. "Rota... You're a fucking stain..." she muttered quietly.

Captain Alec Rota handed Nighthawk a PADD. "This is where you are supposed to be so, please. Depart my brig space Commander and do not find yourself here again." Rota responded in a dismissive tone.

"Yes, Captain." Nighthawk smiled as she accepted the PADD. "Oh. It's for USS Manticore. Okay. I will head there right away." she explained.

"Thank you. Please go away. I still need to deal with your two doppelgangers over there." Rota said in a dismissive tone of voice.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, I'll leave you to that." Nighthawk turned as she blew her twin a kiss before she departed. As expected Siaxx 'Bluemoon' Dvald promptly lost her temper a second time as Rota went to deal with her. "What the fuck!" the small Bolian female exploded. "Rota, you stupid drug-addled animal!" Bluemoon screamed loudly.

Rhaenys simply glared evilly at the massive male before her. "Rota, you fucking animal," she muttered softly.

Nighthawk smiled as she made her way to her new command or rather, the ship she suspected that her alternate self-was supposed to command, however she was not going to bother to correct anyone about anything. Nighthawk was only too willing to go along with this and see where it took her. She knew she was going to get busted sooner or later but she was curious about this more than anything else.

About ten minutes later. Nighthawk walked into a transporter room. "Beam me over to the Manticore please Chief," she explained to the operator.

"Aye sir." the man responded as Nighthawk stepped onto the transporter pad as she breathed out and then back in again.
"Manticore signals they are ready to receive you."

"Energize whenever you're ready," Nighthawk responded.

The Chief nodded to the small female before him as he tapped the display twice before he waved his hand over it, activating the system and beaming Nighthawk over to the USS Manticore.

Lt Commander Beth Woerner regarded the new arrival as she appeared on the transporter pad before her, she pushed the mane of blond hair out of her eyes as she smiled. "Captain Dvald, welcome aboard." The Commander of the ship regardless of rank was always addressed as Captain regardless of rank, so said naval tradition and Woerner had nothing against said tradition.

"Thank you, Commander. It's good to be here at least." Nighthawk responded. "I'm sorry I'm late but I was ensnared in that alternate universe trouble. Captain Rota wasn't doing his job and he didn't feed us." the small Bolian explained. "I detest that walking sack of excrement. But I digress," she added.

"What.?" The Frenchwoman responded. "What do you mean he didn't feed you?" she inquired a moment later. "Well we do have a reception arranged for you," Woerner responded. "Its scheduled to start in about thirty minutes or so so we can find your quarters and make sure you and your child will settle in well."

The small Bolian smiled. "Sounds great, after you." as she suddenly recalled that her alternate self-had a child recently, a detail that had escaped her.

"Right this way. First, we'll make a stop to your quarters so you know where they are and you can drop your bags off." Woerner explained as she led the shorter Bolian female into a nearby turbolift.

"Sounds great," Nighthawk responded with a wide smile on her lips. "I mean four days in the brig can be torture," she explained. "I need to change. You okay with giving me a few minutes to shower and change?"

"Of course," Woerner responded with a smile. "Captain's quarters," she said to the turbolift. "Captain Duval will be there and he'll be handling the command changeover. Commander Lasky may also be there. However, he's not said one way or the other."

"Okay, works for me," Nighthawk answered in a light tone, a wide smile on her lips.

"Didn't you serve with Commander Lasky.?" Woerner inquired, with a smile.

Nighthawk nodded her head. "I did. He's reliable and dependable but he's not the most imaginative," she explained, most of that she had been able to determine from reading his service record but she didn't know him personally. She was the wrong Dvald to be asking this question but she had no intention whatsoever of saying this aloud.

The doors opened and Woerner stepped off before being followed by the small Bolian female. The two moved down the hallway before Woerner came to a stop beside a set of doors marked with '04 - CMDR Dvald S'

Woerner smiled as she tapped the door release, the doors slid open as Nighthawk entered her new quarters. "Wow. They sure live well. Don't they?" Nighthawk inquired of the small Frenchwoman beside her.

"Skipper?" Woerner inquired.

"I'm used to far less than this," Nighthawk admitted. "Being a department head on a forty-year-old Nebula-class starship that didn't advance with the times is telling... Isn't it?" The small Bolian explained. "Tranquility's quarters were also quite small. But that was because the ship was so small." Nighthawk explained away her surprise.

"Ahh. I'll wait out here then." Woerner responded. "Try not to have too much fun." the Frenchwoman then proceeded to sit down on the sofa, the tone of her statement indicated she knew exactly what 'fun' would consist of as Woerner watched Nighthawk's ass, the human female smiled as she did so.

There was something in the statement that caused Nighthawk to blush a shape a deep blue as she went into the master bedroom, she set her duffel down on the bed as she opened it and she pulled out her second uniform. Nighthawk then began to strip out of the soiled uniform that she was wearing before she tossed all of it, plus her underwear into the replicator for recycling.

Nighthawk then ordered herself a half dozen sets of underwear in her size and preferences, she then proceeded to stuff them into the top left drawer of the dresser. The small Bolian then replicated a couple of towels for herself, she then went into the bathroom where she discovered a full water shower setup rather than a sonic shower which was something she never ceased to hate with a passion.

Nighthawk turned on the water before she stepped into the shower, she smiled as she considered asking Woerner if she wanted to join her in the shower but she ultimately decided not to bother as it would cause more issues than she needed at this point. Nighthawk, however, did wonder what Woerner looked like out of uniform, or for that matter, out of clothing altogether. The Small Bolian female sighed as she felt the hot water wash four days of accumulated crap from her body as she proceeded to handle matters for herself.

A few minutes later, the small Bolian turned the water off before she slipped out of the shower, after wrapping a towel around herself, she moved into the bedroom.

Nighthawk dried herself off before she donned a new uniform, she came out into the main living area looking almost identical to what she was ten minutes earlier. Except now she smelled clean. "I'm sorry about keeping you waiting."

"No, its fine skipper," Woerner responded with a smile. "Feeling refreshed?" the short Frenchwoman inquired, with a knowing smile.

"Oh yes," Nighthawk answered with a smile on her lips. "I had no idea these ships were using water showers rather than sonic noisemakers. By Valen. I hate those things."

Woerner smiled. "Right, shall we go then?"

"Yes," Nighthawk answered before the two women set off for their destination, the lounge. A few minutes went by before the two women arrived at their destination. Nighthawk smiled as she looked around at the assembled personnel gathered.

Already present was Lieutenant Rtas "Halfjaw" 'Vadum'ee who was the Chief Tactical Actions Officer, standing next to him as the two were knee deep in conversation was Lieutenant Tyla Shrikewing, p[resently holding the posting of Chief Security Officer

Lieutenant JG Jacqui Briggs was the Chief Operations Officer, she was presently chatting with Lieutenant Shorin Gal'jarid, the handsome Bolian female was the ships Chief Medical Officer and Lieutenant Michael Nelson, the ships Chief Conn Officer

Lieutenant Commander Kaitlin Nesbitt smiled warmly at the ships Exec as she nodded to Woerner before the ships Chief Engineering Officer turned. "Guys, we have company." Lieutenant JG Sarah Ashley nodded as the Chief Counselor proceeded to stretch, working the kinks out of her arms while the massive Orion in the room, Lieutenant Tan'ato Tejera, the ships Chief science officer regarded the small Bolian female who had just entered with the Exec. Captain Annalee Stevens was the Marine Commanding Officer, she finished her drink as Woerner smiled. "Everyone. This is Commander Siaxx Dvald, the new skipper."

The assembled personnel came over and introduced themselves one at a time, Nighthawk nodded and smiled, while shaking hands with the humans and greeting others in their native styles, or as close to it as she could come.

Nighthawk went over to the table where all of the food was located, she lifted a plate and began helping herself to a large consignment of food before she moved to a nearby table, she then sat down and she began eating. As she did so, the door opened and in walked two security officers, the two came over to where Nighthawk was seated. "Nighthawk Dvald?" the leader addressed her.

"Can I help you, gentlemen?" Dvald inquired between mouthfuls of her food.

"We're here to take you into custody, for questioning at the very least." the leader explained. "Please don't do anything stupid."

"Gentlemen, I'm eating my dinner, I have no interest in doing anything, other than finishing my plate... But can I finish my meal? you may sit down and join me if you wish." Nighthawk responded quietly.

The two security officers looked around as they noticed the looks and uncomfortable stares from the other people present. Woerner came over. "Something wrong skipper.?"

"I'm wanted for a chat with these gentlemen, I told them I'd go with then once I finished my dinner," Nighthawk explained. "Don't worry, it'll be fine." as she gently shooed Woerner away. "I'll go see what they want me for."

Woerner nodded as she turned and moved off. Nighthawk finished her food a moment later. "Gentlemen, shall we... Let's not make a scene." and with that, she rose to her feet before she went out the door, the two security guards went with her, the three went in silence, they tried to not attract notice but they failed rather pathetically as everyone noticed.