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				Title: <strong>USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters [archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 01:47:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Chief of Security Private Quarters</span></div><br><div align="center">(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20050512140545/memoryalpha/en/images/e/e8/Galaxy_class_junior_officers_quarters.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 02:22:54</strong>
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				Tosh stepped down off the transporter pad slowly.&nbsp; It was always a little disorienting even now despite the numerous away missions he'd been a part of which required the use of the device.&nbsp; As much as he would like to pass it off as part of his genetic flux reacting to the molecule realignment, he had a feeling it was just ordinary transport sickness.&nbsp; He shook his head, blinking a bit as he set both feet on the transporter room floor.<br><br>It was still a few hours before departure.&nbsp; The McNair would be sent off on its maiden voyage.&nbsp; He'd heard intriguing things about the vessel.&nbsp; It apparently held new equipment and systems that had not yet been fit to other ships in the fleet.&nbsp; Vergil looked forward to seeing what it could do.<br><br>He pulled the bag he brought with him up onto his shoulder as if it weighed nothing, and to him it hardly did.&nbsp; It was easy to see that the man had a powerful physique under his black and red uniform.&nbsp; Most didn't know how powerful until they saw him in action.&nbsp; The tall man walked over to the computer panel on the wall before speaking in a firm and direct tone.<br><br>"Computer, please direct me to my quarters."<br><br>A synthesized female voice spoke a second after.<br><br>"<em>Lieutenant Vergil Tosh, Chief Security Officer.&nbsp; Your quarters are located on Deck 2.</em>"<br><br>The man immediately turned and headed for the door and the nearest lift.&nbsp; He passed a few cadets on the way, nodding to them but not really stopping to talk to anyone.&nbsp; He held a silent strength and a somewhat unapproachable air about him.&nbsp; That was fine.&nbsp; He wanted to keep everyone in line, and the best way to do just that was to carry oneself with confidence and even a bit of imposition. Intimidating enough to be borderline threatening but still disciplined to do that job well.<br><br>He finally approached his room.&nbsp; The doors parted as he stepped in front of them, and Tosh made his way through before they slid closed behind him with a gentle swish of power.&nbsp; The lights immediately rose to an adequate level of illumination.&nbsp; His bag was thrown on the bed like an afterthought.&nbsp; The man procrastinated in some things, usually menial things like putting his clothes and personal belongings somewhere that wasn't in a temporary container.&nbsp; This was no exception.&nbsp; He had some time to explore the place, so that's what he did until it was time to meet the captain and rest of the crew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 00:21:29</strong>
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				He had left the meeting as quickly and silently as he had entered, only giving the others a nod on his way out.&nbsp; Tosh was not sure about the unofficial gathering that was to occur afterward.&nbsp; While he did not particularly care for such things, it wouldn't be good if he were to appear entirely unapproachable.&nbsp; It was still early for such things though.&nbsp; He could think on it before then.&nbsp; Social gatherings were certainly not his forte as shown prior with his rather brief encounters in the lounge.<br><br>The security chief found his way back to his quarters.&nbsp; It was a bastion of solitude for him and would likely stay that way.&nbsp; He was not known for inviting people to his room, especially while on duty even though it was permitted in limited capacity.&nbsp; Duty came first always, and Tosh was just fine with that.&nbsp; He always fancied himself as a soldier.&nbsp; It was what he was good it and what he'd always been told he was.&nbsp; That left little room for emotional ties even so small as friendships.<br><br>He was able to forge so few over the years, but those he had were likely never to vanish.&nbsp; His thoughts found themselves on Elizabeth.&nbsp; She was probably his best friend and confidant.&nbsp; They hadn't spoken in a while.&nbsp; It might be time to catch up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 20:54:22</strong>
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				Tosh walked further into his quarters, making for the small desk beside his bed.&nbsp; Before sitting, he made sure he was going to be uninterrupted.&nbsp; "Computer, place a level 2 security barrier on the door."&nbsp; The telltale sounds of the computer processing his request came and went.&nbsp; He breathed a slight sigh as he lowered his large frame down into the desk seat.<br><br>"Begin encrypted subspace transmission to Lieutenant Elizabeth Curruthers (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84716.msg3746402#msg3746402)."&nbsp; Again, the computer processed his request before he began to speak.&nbsp; "Begin recording..."<br><br>=-/\-= Secure Transmission =-/\-=<br><br><em>"Lieutenant Curruthers, it's been a while.&nbsp; How is the McKinney treating you?&nbsp; I've finally been given my first senior post aboard a ship.&nbsp; Security Chief aboard the McNair.&nbsp; No doubt you've heard of it being an intelligence officer.&nbsp; Seems like something that would be right up your alley, eh Liz?"</em><br><br>His tone seemed more informal and actually quite comfortable as he spoke.&nbsp; Tosh, no doubt, held a high amount of respect and trust within the recipient of this message.<br><br><em>"I have missed you, Liz."</em>&nbsp; He chuckled.&nbsp; <em>"And not just because I no longer have someone to kick my ass into gear.&nbsp; I hope to hear from you, so, uhh...don't be afraid to keep in touch."</em><br><br>"End transmission and send, computer."&nbsp; He finished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 21:16:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Lieutenant Elizabeth Curruthers was sitting at her desk inside of her own quarters aboard the USS McKinney, when the computer beeped, signaling that she had received a newly transmitted message.<br><br>When the voice began to play back, she smiled, and put down what she had been doing, intent on giving this message her full attention.&nbsp; Vergil.&nbsp; She hadn't heard from him in a while, and she had started to get worried that something had happened to him.&nbsp; To hear from him now was a blessing that she would gladly latch onto.<br><br>She laughed softly at the little joke he made about her already knowing what position he had taken up on the McNair.&nbsp; In truth, she had gotten word of it a day or two ago, but things being as hectic as they were right now on her own space vessel, she hadn't gotten a chance to settle down long enough to send him a message about it.<br><br>Now, he had beaten her to the chase, and she was going to do what she had neglected for the last few days.&nbsp; "Computer, please see to it that I am not disturbed for the next 30 minutes," she said, and smiled when she heard the noises of the computer securing her quarters.<br><br>=-/\-= Secure Transmission =-/\-=<br><br>"Lieutenant Tosh...It has been a while...I am most pleased to hear of the new position that you've taken up aboard the McNair and hope that the time that you spend there goes well for you...You certainly deserve it, Vergil... <br><br>Elizabeth's voice was a bit wistful as she thought about the things that her friend had been faced with in the past, and hoped that there would not be a repeat on this ship, this time around.<br><br>Her tone became a bit more playful and carefree as she continued.&nbsp; <br><br>"Like hell you don't...You know you love it when I kick your ass...in anything.."<br><br>A soft laugh was heard over the line before the Lieutenant continued.<br><br>"Seriously, though...I miss you too.&nbsp; I was planning on sending you a message a few days ago when I heard of your new assignment, but with shit hitting the fan here, I just didn't get the time.&nbsp; Who knows?&nbsp; With our two vessels traveling, there is the chance that we may cross paths before we're done serving our time this time around..."<br><br>She felt herself being commed, and she groaned.&nbsp; <br><br>"Don't be a stranger, Vergil..." she said.&nbsp; "Duty calls.&nbsp; I'll be waiting for you to respond...And you better...Or else...I will find a way to kick your ass!"<br><br>"Computer end transmission and send to Lieutenant Vergil Tosh, USS McNair," she said, before sighing and leaning back in her chair.&nbsp; She really needed to keep in touch with him in the coming months.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 04:40:19</strong>
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				He had turned to begin unpacking his meager bag of belongings while waiting to see if Liz would reply.&nbsp; Luckily, she had only after a few minutes, but before he could even move to the desk to play back the message, another incoming message rang through...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82478.msg3757008#msg3757008">Quote from: alxnjsh on 11-10-2010, 04:30:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">=/\= "Mitchell to Lieutenant Tosh, report to Three Forward." =/\=<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The man held back a grumble.&nbsp; Normally he would have never done such a thing, but when he wasn't on duty yet, it cramped his relaxation.&nbsp; He really should have left his comm badge off, but it was too late for that.<br><br>=/\= "Tosh to Captain Mitchell.&nbsp; I'm on my way." =/\=
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 02:36:32</strong>
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				Once he was safely secured back in his quarters once more, he sat down at his desk again.&nbsp; The message from Liz was still waiting, and he had waited long enough to hear it.<br><br>"Computer, play message."&nbsp; He said, and the transmission began.&nbsp; Liz's familiar voice played back, and it brought a broad smile to his face.&nbsp; He hadn't heard it in many months.&nbsp; It was a nice change to hear a familiar voice.<br><br>When the transmission had ended, he made ready to begin a reply.&nbsp; "Computer, begin reply transmission.&nbsp; Begin recording..."<br><br>=-/\-= Secure Transmission =-/\-=<br><br><em>"True, true.&nbsp; I have been known to enjoy a good ass kicking, especially from you."</em>&nbsp; He paused for a moment.<br><br><em>"I can only hope that our paths will cross sooner rather than later.&nbsp; I will look forward to the chance to see and talk with you in person.&nbsp; Forgive the short length of this message.&nbsp; I believe there is a gathering in the lounge here.&nbsp; I originally hadn't planned on attending, but...the captain had asked that I might try to return...and I'm sure you would be disappointed if I didn't try to make friends here.&nbsp; I'll see what I can do.</em>&nbsp; He chuckled.<br><br><em>"Until we speak again.&nbsp; Tosh out."</em><br><br>"Send message."&nbsp; The computer processed his request, and the message was off.&nbsp; Now all he had to do was decide whether to change or not for the gathering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 07:28:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Lieutenant Curruthers finally settled down at her desk inside her quarters on board the USS McKinney.&nbsp; It had been a very long two days for her.&nbsp; They had entered into hostile territory and all hands were needed to get the ship out safely.&nbsp; Her help was needed elsewhere, and while she had found time to listen to Tosh's message, she hadn't found the time to reply until now.<br><br>=-/\-= Secure Transmission =-/\-=<br><br>I don't mind the short message, Vergil, as long as you are sending yourself out there and not being a recluse like I know you can be.&nbsp; This Captain of yours sounds like a smart man if he is not content to let you hole up in your quarters.&nbsp; I've done some research and I've read nothing but good things about Captain Mitchell, so I'm sure that you are in good hands.<br><br>I'm sorry for my own lack of speedy response.&nbsp; Our ship entered into troubled territory, and that has kept me busy for the past few days.<br><br>Not to worry though, things are fine here, and I am fine.&nbsp; I would love to have the McKinney dock with the McNair.&nbsp; It would be nice to actually see you again and speak in person.&nbsp; But, for now, I suppose these messages, though not ideal, will have to make do.&nbsp; There's not much to report here.&nbsp; Things are quiet since the minor blip that got thrown on our radar.<br><br>I expect to hear all about your time during that party, Vergil.&nbsp; And I hope to hear about it soon.<br><br>I think I'm going to try and get some rest now.&nbsp; As usual, my normal threat to kick your ass if you don't respond still stands.&nbsp; Be safe, Vergil.<br><br>"Computer end transmission and send to Lieutenant Vergil Tosh, USS McNair," she said, before shutting off the systems in her quarters, and rising from her chair.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 22:12:53</strong>
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				Brady was nearly out of breath by the time he made it to Lieutenant Tosh’s quarters. He only managed to run into one wall and nearly knock over another crewman in the process, but he wasn’t any worse for wear. He took a minute to compose his breath before he pressed the indicator on the side of the door alerting his presence.<br><br>The telltale welcome was obviously announced as the door shot open. The room was dimly lit as Brady stepped into it. It wasn’t dark, but just not a bright spotlight that some quarters tended to be. Brady took a minute to look around at the various décor. It wasn’t overly decorated, more sparse, but there were some indicators that the quarters belonged to the security chief. More than anything it smelled like him. Well, at least Brady thought so. Most scents were easily dispersed by the ship, but you couldn’t completely remove the smell of someone from their clothes, bedding, belongings.<br><br>“Lieutenant?” Brady asked as he adjusted the bag slung over his shoulder.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 01:03:59</strong>
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				<strong>Tosh, finishing up his final check and making his way back to his quarters</strong><div class="floatright">(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5011/5578282482_2c527bfd59_m.jpg)</div><br><br>He had mostly been preoccupied with making sure all of the stations were ready for shore leave.&nbsp; Most of the young officers were already given leave by him, but there were the final few he had to check in with.&nbsp; His mind wandered as he walked between them, and he would have been lying if he said he wasn't thinking about Brady.&nbsp; His mind practically kept obsessing over the young man.&nbsp; He nearly didn't make it through his last inspection for the urge to run back to his quarters was so great.&nbsp; Luckily, his will was stronger than that, and he managed to hold himself back from sprinting to the turbo lift.<br><br>Eventually, his final check was done.&nbsp; He made his way back to his quarters, hoping that Brady was already there.&nbsp; His hopes would be fulfilled when he walked in and found the young man standing at the window, looking out at the planet below.&nbsp; "Have you been waiting long?"&nbsp; He said deeply as he moved further into the room.<br><br>Tosh began to pull his uniform shirt up and off, oblivious to the effect it might have on Brady.&nbsp; He wanted to get showered and leave as soon as possible.&nbsp; Undressing in front of others was not foreign to him.&nbsp; When you're a soldier, its quite common.&nbsp; The lieutenant moved toward the bathroom, stepping inside to undress the remainder of the way and get in the small shower stall that was there.&nbsp; Water began to pour down over him, and the man began to wash quickly.&nbsp; "I'll only be a few minutes," he called from the shower, and true to his word, he appeared a few minutes later in nothing but a towel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 18:05:23</strong>
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				<strong>Brady, ready to pray to his new god Tosh</strong><br><br>Brady had to lock his jaw otherwise it would fall open in awe. He had imagined what Tosh looked like since he filled his uniform perfectly, but Brady was not in store for the actual experience. He swallowed hard. “Um…no…not long at all.” He watched Tosh move into the bathroom and then into the shower. Brady flopped back onto the couch and finally breathed out.<br><br>“Oh…okay.” Brady answered Tosh.<br><br>True to his words, Tosh emerged. Brady smiled. The young nurse wanted nothing more than for the towel to drop.<br><br>“So…where do you. I mean, what should we do on the planet?” Brady asked, unable to take his eyes off Tosh.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 03:10:07</strong>
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				<strong>Tosh, having the smallest bit of fun</strong><br><br>The man would have been lying if he said he wasn't toying just a little with Brady.&nbsp; He saw how the young man couldn't keep his eyes off of him, so he decided to prolong the time between when he left the shower and actually when he dressed.&nbsp; Tosh made sure to knot the towel at his side though it wasn't the most secure way of keeping himself covered.&nbsp; He knew this, and the thrill of possibly exposing himself in front of Brady...well, that just added to the fun.&nbsp; Nevertheless, he remained as stoic as usual.<br><br>Tosh moved over to a wall where some drawers were set in.&nbsp; He began to open one and slowly throw shabbily folded clothes onto a nearby table.&nbsp; As he did so, he answered Brady's question.&nbsp; "I hope you like mountain climbing...or hiking.&nbsp; Anything physical, actually.&nbsp; I like moving and working with my body though not as much as with another person," he said though truthfully he was not trying to make it sound like an innuendo.&nbsp; "I mean...I enjoy facing an opponent in whatever arena.&nbsp; If I can best someone, I've usually had a good time."&nbsp; He imagined besting Brady.&nbsp; He could easily overpower him, so feats of strength were no challenge.&nbsp; Brady looked to be faster rather than stronger.&nbsp; Good thing Tosh was genetically enhanced.&nbsp; He held strength, stamina, and speed to his advantage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 05:37:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/4c7733ca92182.jpg?t=1301801404)</div> <br>Brady could only watch. He licked his lips every so often as his mouth seemed to dry up with nervousness. He was like a kid in a candy store and Tosh was the sweetest lollipop. Brady wasn’t so dense that he didn’t see Tosh enjoying the tease. It only made Brady even more anxious. He managed to hear the suggestions and nodded.<br><br>Thinking again about what Tosh listed, Brady wasn’t so sure. Brady was physically fit and could probably handle exertion, but he’d never been mountain climbing. It sounded awesome. Anything with the perfect Angosian soldier would be awesome.<br><br>“Yeah, yeah, mountain climbing. As long as I don’t kill myself I guess.” Brady grinned widely. “Maybe swimming too?” Brady was an all-star swimmer at the Academy and loved to be in the water. He had a desire to share the experience with Tosh.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 16:27:32</strong>
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				Tosh smirked a bit with his back still turned to Brady.&nbsp; "I promise to make sure you don't kill yourself.&nbsp; I'm not much of a fan of swimming though.&nbsp; I will give it a go though.&nbsp; I think there is a lake near the mountain I chose.&nbsp; We can swim there," the Angosian said as he pulled one final shirt out of the drawer.&nbsp; The moment of truth occurred right then.&nbsp; The older man pulled slightly on the makeshift knot at his side, and the towel fell to the floor revealing his muscled backside.<br><br>The tall, muscle bound man unfolded the shirt in his hand and pulled it over his torso.&nbsp; It hugged his frame perfectly, leaving out no detail to his definition.&nbsp; It had a V neck as well, so the top most portion of each pectoral muscle was visible as well.&nbsp; He opened another drawer and pulled out a pair of boxerbriefs. While he was sure Brady was watching him from behind, Tosh bent down and slid each leg into them before pulling them up to conceal his rear and groin.&nbsp; After an adjustment in the front, he finally turned around and began to place the shirts into a bag on the table.<br><br>As if nothing had happened, Tosh began to talk with Brady again.&nbsp; "Tell me about you, Brady.&nbsp; I know you're Admiral Vincent's nephew, but that's not all you are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 03:31:12</strong>
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				Perhaps Brady had found the Angosian’s Achilles heel. Was there something that the skinny nurse could best the soldier at. Brady sighed. It wasn’t a competition, but he didn’t want Tosh to think he was weak…that he wasn’t Tosh’s type. Brady would try hard to impress the Security Chief.<br><br>“Who? Me?” Brady looked down at the mention of his uncle. “Yeah, Admiral Vincent.” He leaned back on the couch as he waited for Tosh to finish getting ready. It was a beautiful view and Brady wanted to take it all in.<br><br>“Let’s see. I’m a nurse.” Brady bit his bottom lip and his brow creased into a slight frown. “But…you already know that I guess. Um…I’m kinda good at sports. I, well, other than swimming I guess I didn’t do much at the Academy in sports, but I’m sure I can learn. I like learning about different races and planets.” He smiled, hoping that helped alleviate some of the negatives. “I’ve read all I can find on Angosians.” Brady leaned back forward. “Is it true what they say?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 15:44:00</strong>
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				The Angosian wasn't afraid of water or swimming.&nbsp; His only concern was that he hadn't been swimming in a very long time.&nbsp; He would definitely enjoy seeing Brady in his element.&nbsp; At least one of them.&nbsp; He seemed like a very talented nurse, but the large man was sure there were other qualities there to admire.<br><br>By now, Tosh had packed everything he needed, so he reached one final time into a drawer to pull out a pair of long shorts.&nbsp; Again, he slipped them on and fastened them into place before zipping up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder.<br><br>"Good at sports?&nbsp; I think we might just get along," Tosh said with a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.&nbsp; He walked over to the young man just as he mentioned reading about Angosians.&nbsp; The security chief quirked an eyebrow.&nbsp; "You've read all about them?&nbsp; Dare I ask if this was for academic purposes or personal enjoyment?"&nbsp; Tosh said softly as offered his hand to Brady.&nbsp; "I guess that depends on what 'they' said."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 03:25:07</strong>
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				It seemed as though Tosh was ready to go. Brady stood up and grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder. Tosh was a bit taller than him. Not freakishly different, but clearly the Security Chief was a bit older, stronger and taller. “It was for…both.” Brady chuckled. “<br><br>What do I know about Angosians?” Brady echoed. Now he got himself into trouble. “Well, the soldier kind or the other kind? The soldier kind are pretty awesome.” He grabbed Tosh’s arm as they walked into the corridor and squeezed the bicep. “Strong.” Brady&nbsp; dropped his arm as they rounded a corner and a crewman stepped out of the turbolift.<br><br>“Transporter room.” Brady said as they walked into the turbolift.<br><br>“Is there something else I should know?”&nbsp; Brady asked as the door shut.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 20:18:04</strong>
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				Tosh gave him a glance from the side, viewing the young man in his peripheral vision as he stated the research he had been doing was for both pleasure and academia.&nbsp; The older man could guess that it was one more than the other.&nbsp; He listened intently to his travel companion as they exited his room on the ship.&nbsp; With his bag in hand and Brady's arm curled in his own, they began the short journey to the transporter room.&nbsp; There was a brief period when Brady dropped his arm from Tosh, and the large framed man was not oblivious to the fact.<br><br>They stepped into the turbolift and were once again alone.&nbsp; "Stamina.&nbsp; They are also known for their stamina," Tosh stated rather matter-of-factly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Chief of Security Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 02:37:25</strong>
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				&lt;Moving to corridors&gt;
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