Workshop
Posted on Thu Jun 11th, 2026 @ 3:15pm by Ensign Millicent Ambrose & 2nd Lieutenant Diska Wooz & Sergeant Tyrigus Fry
Edited on on Fri Jun 12th, 2026 @ 6:08am
2,077 words; about a 10 minute read
Mission:
Episode 18 - The Edge of Darkness
Location: Holodeck 2 - Deck 5 - USS Pioneer
Timeline: MD002 1700 hrs
The setup on the holodeck was that of a leather craft shop, wooden table roughly hewn much like medieval style work shop. Inside it was Millie working on some projects that she needed special equipment for. She had made a pair of moccasins for her room mate Astrid.
There was someone who she really wanted to make something for, and that was Tyr. Looking at what she had there. Paper to make tracings, pencils for design and tracing. She was wearing a dark brown leather apron which had pockets with tools in them. Beneath that she wore a tee shirt, and black cargo pants, with worn boots. Her hair was scooped back in a pony tail.
Looking up towards the ceiling of the holodeck, she said "Computer, connect me to Sergeant Tyr Fry." when the connection was made, Millie greeted Tyr.
"Hi Tyr, would you come to Holodeck 2 please?" Millie hoped that he would arrive.
Tyr dodged an ascending stab from Second Lieutenant Wooz.
Well, mostly.
He felt a burning over his ribs as the knife sliced through is practice armor and he stumbled back, getting his feet back under him in time to meet the Romulans charging thrust. His bowie came up and her straight bladed thrusting dagger scraped over the knuckle guard he favored around the hilt. He got his foot set, getting into a stable combat stance. Her thrust overextended just slightly due to her momentum, and he was able to trap the blade wielding arm with his off arm, trying to dig his hand into her armor. He stabbed her in the top of her calf and pulled it, her armor locking and immobilizing that leg and she ripped her arm and blade free, drawing the fighting dirk back against his ribs again, scoring them before hammering the thrust into his groin.
Wincing, Tyr tried to slash as his waist armor froze and the shock from the impact packs partially stunned him. His legs began to buckle from the stinging shocks that rippled into him. Grunting, he flipped the bowie and went for a slash at the Lieutenants waist, but she was fighting through her own rippling shocks as she evaded his slash and punched him in the face with her free hand, snapping his head back and the computer registered her follow up thrust at his neck as a death blow.
With that, Tyr toppled onto his back and Wooz dropped her dirk, panting.
"What's a Millie?" Wooz asked, working at getting her breath back as the shocks slowly subsided.
"Girlfriend," Tyr gritted out as the shocks rippled through him for thirty seconds (he'd lost so he obviously needed the lesson) before they faded out and all of his muscles stopped spasming. Sitting up, he checked the slices on his side, but the training armor had already sealed off those wounds, applying an ointment that the marines used that would leave the scars in place for about two weeks, as further reminder of the fight.
"Nice," Wooz said. "We're done here so go ahead. Meet me back tomorrow though. You're blade works sloppy, Sergeant."
Wincing, Tyr nodded and took her offered hand as she pulled him to his feet. "Aye aye, Lieutenant." Tyr tested a few ginger steps toward the locker room. He could feel his eye swelling and his nether regions were still not happy with the rippling shocks. "You had to stab me in the privates," he half joked. "I'm a sergeant."
Following him into the locker room, Wooz said with a malicious grin, "And your blade work is like that of a geriatric. Better make that a month of training sessions Tyr."
Once in the locker room, Tyr stopped by the com panel and said, "Shy to Ambrose. Be there shortly." Then he began stripping off his training armor as the lieutenant was removing her own and checking over her bruises.
Fifteen minutes later, Tyr found his way to the holodeck, showered and in a fresh uniform but still walking gingerly. Walking through the hatch on HDeck2, he looked about and said, "Hello?"
His hello echoed in the holodeck, Millie's eyes brightening up when she heard Tyr.
She made her appearance her outfit definitely not in uniform, but more of leather working. Maybe something from medieval times, coming from out of the shop.
"Hi there Tyr. I hope I didn't interrupt you in something work wise." Millie walking up and giving him a kiss. "If I did. I seem to have some bad timing."
Wincing but returning her kiss, Tyr said, "Just another woman working me over. How's things," he asked brightly.
There was a flash of fire in Millie's eyes, them narrowing as she stared at Tyr. "A woman has been working you over?" she frowned, "Who was it?" she fumed.
Chuckling, Tyr said "Lieutenant Wooz and I went a few rounds. She's took over the training officer duties for hand to hand. I think I'll be walking funny for the rest of the day. What's going on here?"
"Wooz?" the thunderclouds that were hanging over Millie disappeared, a slow smile appearing. "Oh okay." she murmured. "yup, she's offered to teach me some skills. I've not said yes or no. Perhaps though I should? Unless you'd like to do so, when you are feeling better?"
It wasn't lost on Millie the wince of pain from Tyr.
"What's going on here? Well" she blushed slightly, "I've been working on leather, I wanted to see if something I've been working on for you, fits or if you would like a design on it. It's a vest. " Millie responded, "Come with me, and lets see if it fits." moving towards the work table where she had been doing some stitching.
She lifted it up from the leather needle dangling down from the vest, still attached by its lacing.
"I didn't know if you'd like fringes or just plain with some sort of design." Millie smiling. "And it is real leather." the scent from the leather permeating the air.
"Very nice," Tyr said, smiling as he reached out, touching the leather. Smiling he tapped the needle to make it swing slightly and said, "Does the needle come with as a piercing?"
"No!" Millie gasped out, she saw his smile. "That would hurt, but..." she placed the vest down on the table to tie the loose leather cord off and removed the needle.
"I am hoping I got the size right, but I think that I'm pretty good at um estimating the fit and well... Here. try it on and we can then discuss a design on the vest if you'd like one?" Millie holding out the vest to Tyr, for him to put his arms through the armholes.
Tyr slid into the vest and then grinned and kept backing into Millie.
Millie's arms immediately, went around Tyr, him backing her up against the other table behind her. She chuckled and started nibbling on the back of his neck.
"You do look rather sexy in the vest." Millie whispered, pulling him closer. Almost forgetting that he had been worked over by Wooz.
Tyr let his eyes close as Millie's whisper sent a shiver down his spine. Reaching down with both hands, he caught her behind the knees and lifted, sitting her on the worktable before turning within her arms and giving her a playful kiss. "Only sexy because of the vest?"
Millie giggled, "No, you are sexy in and out of the vest." as she returned his kiss. "How are you doing handsome? Besides being sore from the tender ministrations from Wooz?" running her fingers through Tyr's hair. "You are an amazing man."
"I'm glad that you think so," he said honestly, still amazed of her opinion. "You're the amazing one sexy." He grinned then, "You would look better in this vest though...just the vest." He left his hands rest on her hips as he stole another kiss.
"Well, I do have a matching vest." Blushing with pleasure from his kiss. "I just haven't come up with a design to put on it. She reached over and pulled out one like his. "I-I didn't know if you like having matching vests."
Tyr looked at the vests and playfully said, "Well. If we're going to be a gang, we do need to have vests I suppose. I think they need to be individualized but have a recurring theme that defines us. We can maybe wait till we're in our seventies to dress alike. That being said, I might change my mind if you model just the vest so I can really get the full effect."
"A gang? hmmnn. though I can model the vest in the way you would like." Millie replied in a suggestive way, slowly batting her eyelashes at Tyr. "I did also think of making an image of Black Betty on the back of your vest. As she is rather beautiful."
"Or you could do a pin-up," Tyr suggested as he took the vest and turned it over in his hands. "Very nice work this. You're even more talented than I thought. So much talent and beauty..."
He loved her work? Oh she was rather happy about that.
"Thank you, and its something that I love doing. I just like working with my hands."
Commenting about Tyr's pin up suggestion,
"A pin up? Hmmnn" Millie trying to envision herself as one. "I've seen the pinups from World War II era and one I really liked was the Petty Girl Pinups. She was positioned leaning upon a clamp."
"A clamp?" Tyr asked as he tried to envision Millie's description. "Sounds like something right up your alley. How bout you tell me more about it and we can talk about you showing me. I'm kinda not smart and am more a visual learner, you know," he said with a smile. "Over food. I'm starving after the workout and you can fill me in on the rest of what's going on around the ship?"
"That sounds wonderful, I am hungry as well." she gathered her leather work, then called for the computer to end the workshop The scenery fading away to the yellow grid of the holodeck.
"Where do you want to eat? And I do need to get cleaned up before we get a meal." Millie putting the strap of her duffle bag over her shoulder.
Tyr walked close to her as they headed for the lift, "I dunno. Showered and new uniform after training. Could grab my guitar and head for After 11. Or might could grab something in the Snake Pit. We uploaded some better junk food files into the replicater and I need calories. Plus, there's a Speed-Cart tournament," he enthused. "Drew found a course someone put together for Andoria."
She'd not really gotten much of a view of Tyr's world, and-the offer to go eat in Marine country, her eyes lit up.
"Done, lets go eat in the Snakepit and a Speed Cart Tournament? That sounds great. It won't take me long to get cleaned up." Millie pulling Tyr in for a kiss.
Returning her kiss while slipping an arm about her waist, Tyr murmured, "Why Millie. Are you saying you're dirty?"
A giggle from Millie as she got a thoughtful expression in her eyes.
"Well... it depends on the sort of dirty you are talking about." Pulling Tyr in for another kiss, having a mischievous smile.
"There are different kinds? Do tell. I am just an innocent sergeant, ma'am," Tyr said with a smile after they kissed again.
Another giggle. "Are you saying that I have corrupted you?" as Millie stepped outside of the Holodeck with Tyr. "I am glad that you like what I've been working on, and this can take its place in the work area of my quarters.
"I'd say it's an ongoing condition," Tyr said with a grin as he walked next to her, their shoulders bumping. "I'd think we need to explore it more though to be sure."
A Joint Post By
Ensign Millicent Ambrose
Engineering Officer, USS Pioneer
Second Lieutenant Diska Wooz
Company Executive Officer, The Cure
USS Pioneer
Sergeant Tyrigus Fry
Rifleman, Team 1, The Cure
USS Pioneer
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