Guitar Hero
Posted on Mon Oct 13th, 2025 @ 4:32pm by Ensign Millicent Ambrose & Sergeant Tyrigus Fry
Edited on on Thu Oct 23rd, 2025 @ 9:38am
1,917 words; about a 10 minute read
Mission:
Episode 17 - Going Home
Location: After 11 - Deck 11 - USS Pioneer
Timeline: MD008 2200 hrs
Try played quietly, tuning his acoustic guitar. He’d put new strings on and was experimenting to see what noises the instrument would made as he ran his hands over her. His guitars had to be female and getting to know this one was important. He’d shown up in After-11 forty five minutes ago.
Dressed casually in jeans, boots, a Blondie t-shirt and his grandpa's hat. He'd shot the drahk with Chloe for a few minutes while she poured him a beer, then he’d moved on to ease music into the lounges atmosphere. The place was lightly populated, but more of the crew were filtering in and he was gradually playing louder as he waited.
As he was running through the third chorus, he saw the lounges doors flicker open and a smile threatened to pull the lyrics from his lips as Millie came in. With everything happening, they’d barely had time to pass words since the mission on Wren IX and of course, the first time their shifts had aligned he’d invited to come hang out with him while he played in After-11.
He was such a romantic.
Milile entered After-11, wearing black tank top with the print in tie dye, the image of the Serenity from Firefly, Smuggling & Transport were above the image and beneath the word Serenity was, Aim to Misbehave.
Dark blue jeans with a pair of black strappy lace up knee high motorcycle boots completed the outfit.
Her steps were graceful and sultry, as she moved in time to the music, brushing back her hair, Millie smiling as she saw Tyr. She drew near, kissing her hand and blowing a kiss towards him.
Grinning as he finished the final riff's and lyrics, Tyr faded the music out and set Black Betty into a stand and watched her approach, standing as she got close. "Heya Millie," he smiled. "How you doing?"
A flush to her cheeks, her dark brown eyes sparkling in the light and also reflecting her happiness in seeing Tyr. Millie came up leaning in and brushing his lips with hers.
"I am doing fantastic, especially seeing you." her voice soft and low, looking into his eyes.
Tyr's stomach flipped a little as her lips brushed his. His eyes had closed automatically and after the mere brush, he kept them closed for a few beats, drinking in the brief sensation. "You look fantastic," he said as his eyes opened and he let his eyes run over her from crown to foot. Nice shirt."
Millie grinned, "Thank you and glad you like the shirt. Its from a old Earth series that is about that ship." thumbing towards the image. "I've not seen it in awhile."
Millie's eyes travelled slowly over Tyr, she loved what he was wearing. It fit him so well. An impish smile, she had to, just one kiss wasn't enough. She gave him a better kiss not just a mere brushing of her lips against his.
Pulling back she whispered,
"I love your outfit as well and love your teeshirt. Debbie Harry, quite the singer and I love her singing."
Tyr's eyes crossed slightly as Millie babbled on, then he blinked.
Smiled.
And whispered back, "I think your shirt would look better on the deck of my quarters, but for now can I buy you a drink?"
Blushing at his words, Millie nodded at his offer for a drink.
"That would be amazing."
Millie had noted the momentary blank look in Tyr's eyes, mentally shrugging, there are those who did get that look if she got too much into talking. Mental memo, she needed better timing.
"What drink are you going to have? I'll have a Peachy Keen"
Taking her by the hand, he guided her toward a stool next to the one he'd been sitting on and said, "I think just synthale for me. I still have combat boosts in me so nothing adventurous for a few days till they bleed out. I'll be right back: One Peachy Keen coming up."
Moving to the bar, he ordered up the drinks and waited, glancing back at her.
Millie waved towards Tyr, giving a smile, settling down upon the stool. She hooked the heel of her boots upon the rung of the stool, slightly turning her seat one way then the next. Her eyes wandered over to where Black Betty was, then drifted back towards Tyr.
Collecting the drinks as they appeared in front of him, Tyr carried them back and sat them on the table between them before reclaiming his own stool. "How's things?"
"Peachy Keen." Millie replied with a twinkle in her eyes, an intended pun referring to the drink and towards him as well. "Honestly though, I am rather glad you made it back."
She looked furtively about then leaned towards Tyr. "I tried to link in to find out how all of the away team was doing. I was successful, at being caught." Millie moving back to pick up her drink.
"I'm rather glad I made it back myself," Tyr said as he settled. "Things got a little dicey for a hot minute." After taking a drink, he glanced at her, almost losing his soul in her eyes. "Should I be jealous?"
Her glass was half way to her lips, when his question gave Millie pause, "Jealous?" her eyes widening, and a little bit of confusion there, reaching out to place her free hand on his.
Kissing her fingers, Tyr said "Well, you said you were caught," Tyr leaning over to pick up Betty with his other hand. "I've heard there are a couple others that are interested in the fabulous Millicent Ambrose."
"Oh, I was caught by Rommie" her voice lowering to a whisper leaning in to state this. "I was trying to connect to the communications for those who went down to Wren IV. I well--triggered a security alert much to my chagrin. I declined to do a whoopsie my mistake." this time she took gulp of her drink, as her cheeks went red.
Lowering her glass, "Um..." gently biting her lower lip. "I don't know about the other thing you said, others being interested in me. And me Fabulous Millicent Ambrose. You make me feel fabulous."
"Well," Tyr said, his focus on her lips for just a moment before he shifted slightly to be behind and to the right of Millie. Keeping Betty on the edge of his left thigh, he slid the guitar's neck in front of her. Wrapping his arms around her innocently, he and began arranging her fingers on top of his own, which he moved onto the frets and neck. "I've heard the names Connor and Nalen," he said as he got her fingers placed and he worked his own fingers over Betty's strings. "You wanted to learn, yeah?" He brought up the holo prompter for sing alongs that he'd put together and words hovered, waiting for them to play.
Oh gosh Tyr coming from behind her, Millie again wanting to melt right then and there. Arms around her, him showing the fingering for the frets. Goosebumps galore.
When the song ended, she smiled softly, turning slightly to smile, looking in Tyr's eyes. "I loved that."
Connor's name had been mentioned then there was, what was his name? Oh Narin Valen. "Oh, you were talking about Connor and Lieutenant uh, Valen? I don't know if they are interested in me, but does the truly matter, if they are or not? It doesn't matter to me. I'm not one to play games with anyone's feelings."
Tyr left Betty in her hands as he picked up his drink and said, "Doesn't matter to me, just figured it's better to ask than not, you know?" He liked how she felt in his arms and playing together was fun. "Ok, what should we play next?" He asked, "Any song you want to work out? We can order up pretty much anything and once you learn the fingerings, strings and notes, there are holo-tutorials and games that can be played that will help you along."
"I-I'd like Kiss from a Rose (By Seal). Unless you have another suggestion." her voice soft, her eyes filled with stars. "I do love the songs you pick. Opens my world more." and it was true. A whole new world for her, because of Tyr.
The program picked up the verbal request and the trid projected the fingerings and notes in front of them, adding backup instrumentals to at key points but leveraging the song into an electric guitar version. Tyr let Millies hands follow his for the first few third of the song, then transitioned her own fingers to the frett and neck, then helped her pick out the fingerings.
Her heart beat loudly in her ears as Millie followed Tyr's direction. She winced as she heard the squeak of the fret when she messed up part of the fingering. Her face heated up, still though, Millie continued on. Softly singing through the words as well.
The notes lingered and so did Tyr's fingers on hers. "Not bad," he said softly. "Whatdy'a think?"
"I-I really like this a lot. I definitely want to learn more." leaning back slightly against Tyr. "Wish I had thought of learning to play a guitar awhile back ago. Still, never too late to learn, right?" Millie noticed some glances in their direction, she giving a shy wave, and a smile.
Working through the music and Tyr's arms around her, showing her how to play, Millie had temporarily forgotten where they were at. Not that she minded this.
"Never to late for most things," Tyr said as he tuned Betty thoughtfully. "More music or have you had enough? He rested his chin on her shoulder as he plucked at strings, starting to pick out Something by the Beatles.
There were more glances towards the two of them most of them just curious, some of them smiling. Not that she minded them looking, after all when she starts to truly sing, all eyes would be upon her, and Tyr.
Tonight though, music wise in the public's eyes, it was enough, she would like to spend sometime just with Tyr.
Millie was finding her voice and even relaxing slightly. Tyr could feel it in her arms as they finished off the last chords. Grinning against her neck slightly, his fingers flowed into another song which he kinda wanted to be their last in public that evening. Tyr and Millie play Something to Talk About by Bonnie Raitt.
Millie felt Tyr smiling,and his warm breath upon her neck. When he began the next song she smiled warmly, she loved this song and she joined in, giving into the music.
Having worked through the song, Tyr asked quietly, "Well. Should we?"
"Yes, we shall." Millie answering with another smile and a kiss for Tyr.
Ensign Millicent Ambrose
Engineering Officer, USS Pioneer
Sergeant Tyrigus Fry
Rifleman, Team 1, The Cure
USS Pioneer
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