Pilots in Pajama's (Part 2)

Posted on Thu Jul 25th, 2024 @ 10:03pm by Lieutenant Amu Hinamori M.D. & Lieutenant Fubuki Kuchikukan 'Snowflake' & Lieutenant JG Silica Tetsuhiko 'Twin-Tails' & Ensign Rin Kagamine 'Twin 2' & Ensign Len Kagamine 'Twin 1' & Chief Petty Officer Jonathan McHowle & Lieutenant Iowa Riverside 'Grey Ghost' & Lieutenant JG Mika Fujimoto 'Pickpocket' & Lieutenant JG Nozomi Kusuda 'Gemini' & Lieutenant JG Masamune Busujima 'Lost Boy' & Lieutenant JG Aika Thompson & Lieutenant JG Vyse Ingelbard & Ensign Saeko Busujima 'Crazy Horse' & Ensign Lynette Bishop 'Highlander' & Ensign Sora Kobayashi 'Blank' & Ensign Hanna-Justina Marseille 'Desert Eagle' & Petty Officer 2nd Class Millie Jovanka & Petty Officer 3rd Class Will Howard
Edited on on Thu Jul 25th, 2024 @ 10:05pm

1,963 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Starship Graveyard
Location: Pilots Lounge

Previously on Star Trek Tokyo:

“Oh, well, I’ve been meaning to try the trails outside Kantai, and the Bay is supposed to be so refreshing,” Vyse said to Fubuki. “Maybe we could check them out together? You know, when we get out of here?”

Fubuki couldn't help but smirk. "That almost sounds like you're asking me out on a date..." she said. "Plus, I was born and raised on Kantai Colony. So, you after a girl in her home town huh...."

She gave him a little wave with her hand. "Come on then, let's not stand in the doorway all night. Isn't this pajama party supposed to be for..." she lowered her voice to a hush and moved closer to him so only Vyse could hear, "...bonding...?"

"Then let's bond," he said, at the same quiet volume and just for her, and then followed her away from the door.

And now the continuation...

The arrival of the deck crew was heralded by far too many knocks at the door.

Unlike others, those who had a sense of decency and shame, Jonathan wore only a bathrobe and sleeper pants, doing nothing to hide his state of dress at all.

Will Howard had tried to insist he would change there, but Jonathan had forced him back to his bunk and would not let him leave until properly attired. He wasn't used to social events like this, so he was nervous as hell, but there was no way the Chief would let him out of this.

Millie was in a set of matching pajamas that looked like she'd had them for years.

Jonathan had insisted they arrive together and so with an arm around each of his crewmen, Jonathan had knocked, and then knocked, and then knocked again just to be sure.

After what seemed like an eternity, the doors finally slid open and Nozomi stuck her head out. She looked like she was about to open her mouth when her eyes trailed down towards Johnathan's perfectly chiseled six-pack, and her face almost immediately started glowing like a bussard collector.

"Oh, my..." she said as she fanned herself. "Do come in, you three; though, Chief, if it is all my place to say, I do hope you didn't walk down here dressed like that; a body like that could kill on looks alone..."

"I mean, why wouldn't I walk around like this? I once showed up to the flight deck naked," Jonathan said with a boisterous laugh as he shoved his young crewmen through the doorway ahead of him. "Or maybe that was just a really fun dream." He laughed again.

"You know, this may be the estrogen talking, but I'd be willing to pay gold-pressed latinum to see that..." Nozomi chuckled.

“Damn that deck crew looks good,” Aika observed to whomever was next to her, alternating her eye between Jonathan, Will, and Millie.

"Now then, is this a synthihol only night or did someone bring the beer?" Jonathan laughed as he looked around, taking in the sight of everyone in pajamas. It really added to the feel of things being nowhere near as formal.

"We're drinking?" Will Howard whined, his shoulders slumping, he had a notoriously weak constitution for alcohol and synthihol.

"Well, if someone offers you a drink, you can't be rude," Millie said quickly.

"Right," Jonathan agreed.

Will gave a defeated sigh.

"We do have an... eclectic assortment of non-alcoholic beverages for the lightweights," Nozomi teases as she furnished a bottle of Calpico and offered it to Will. "Care for some, Petty Officer?"

"Um... Okay," Will replied and took the offered bottle. "I've never had a drink like this before..." He didn't even recognize the language most of the bottle was written in, but he wasn't about to admit to that.

"You're not getting out of it that easy, Crewmen," Jonathan laughed. "I will get you to drink something stronger than fruit juice tonight, no doubt about that."

Will sighed again. "If you say so, Chief." He then turned to Nozomi and mouthed, 'thanks.'

"Don't mention it," Nozomi smirked.

Mika, Saeko, and Masamune made their way towards the pilots lounge. Something about a slumber party? Masamune didn't understand it- he'd already had his fair share of sleeping on the floor, and he was looking forward to a night in his bunk. However, Mika and Saeko had other plans- the latter dragging Masamune from his bunk to get him moving... Though, once they met up with Mika, Masamune felt better about this.

As they approached the pilots lounge, Mika wasn't anticipating for the doors to be locked, and nearly walked into them.

"What the hell?" She muttered.

"Just a second!" someone could be heard shouting.

There was a slight pause before the doors to the lounge slid open and Nozomi stuck her head out.

"What's the secret password?" she asked with a smirk.

Masamune glanced at the other two with a rather concerned expression.

"Let me handle this." Mika said cooly, strumming her Kantele. "You don't need to know a password..."

"Nice try, but Jedi mind tricks don't work on me," Nozomi teased. "Only spiritual power..."

"Ah, quick screwin' around and let them in, Kusuda:" Iowa called from within.

Nozomi cackled before stepping aside. "Come in, you three; I take it you brought pajamas for the occasion?"

"Had to drag loser boy here out of his bunk, so he didn't get much advance warning." Saeko responded.

"You should have left me where I was comfortable, damnit!" Masamune cursed.

"It's alright." Mika responded. "I brought an extra pair: I swiped them from one of the pilots that got reassigned when the Tokyo relaunched and was going to raffle them off, but since you only have what's on your back, you can have them..."

Mika sized Masamune up and down.

"Although, they might be a bit big on you. The guy I liberated them from was like six foot or something like that."

"Wait, really? Masamune asked, turning a shade of bright red. "You're just... Letting me have them??"

"Of course." Mika winked. "I wouldn't be a good squadron leader if my pilots weren't properly equipped..."

No sooner had the three of them begun mingling with the others did the fr "guest" arrive- a rather apprehensive-looking Ensign Bishop, All saddled up for the occassion with a black, Starfleet-issue camping backpack containing all the essentials she would need for a sleepover- basic toiletries, a change of clothes, a sleeping bag- the works.

"Lynette! So glad you could make it!" Nozomi grinned as she moved over to greet the younger pilot.

"Is it true, Nozomi?" Lynette inquired. "Word around here is that you received a promotion!"

"And howdy," Nozomi winked. "Come on, what's say we have a seat, and I'll tell you all about it..."

---

"So then!" Fubuki said. She trotted over to the bar and placed a dark coloured bottle on its surface. "I smuggled this in the other day. Who wants rum?"

"Rum?" Iowa asked. "What is this? Pirates of the Caribbean? We gonna start singin' that damn song?"

"Somebody here knows how to get a party started!" Nozomi chuckled as she almost immediately lined up at the bar. "Drink up me harties, yo-ho!"

"You?" Iowa muttered skeptically. "Gotta say, you bubblegum pop stars don't strike me as the type of people who could hold their liquor in..."

"Hey, it's not like I'm the type of lightweight who hugs the toilet after just one glass," Nozomi grinned. "That was usually more often Rin than it was me."

"Did someone say rum?" Jonathan asked as he broke from his underlings and went over to sample some local cuisine, by which he meant liquor.

"What sort of Fighter Pilots would we be without us enjoying a drink here and there?" Fubuki asked with a huge grin. She popped the cork out of the bottle and began to pour out several drinks. "You know, this stuff is the real deal. But you only get a glass if you tell me a secret...."

The young pilot looked at her other pilots with a mischeavous grin on your face. "And that secret is going to be..." she paused for a moment. "Who are you crushing on right now!"

Nozomi glanced over at Vyse and Masamune with a shit-eating grin on her face. This was bound to be fun...

"I'm not liking where this is going..." Masamune muttered nervously.

Vyse started turning a few different shades of red, but then laughed and stepped forward, glass held out for Fubuki to pour him some. "From our talk earlier, I get the feeling you already know the answer to that."

Further back, Aika just shook her head. That had either been smooth or stupid, and she was eager to see which.

"Well, don't be shy, Big Boy," Nozomi teased. "Spill the beans; we're all adults here."

“She knows, Nozomi,” Vyse replied, sticking his tongue out at her. “Besides, the deal was to tell her the secret, not you.”

"I think you misread her, Sugarplum," Iowa chimed in. "This here's a group activity; when she says 'me,' she means 'all of us'. Besides, I got something juicy for you all that I think will be well worth that glass..."

"Oh?" Fubuki replied. "And whats that then?" She asked as she slid a shot glass with Rum in it over towards Iowa. "Do tell." She smirked.

"Well, ladies and gents..." Iowa said as she took the glass in her hand and raised it high. "I've officially decided that this is going to be my last tour of duty in the fleet: I'm retirin' once we get back to Federation space! Figured I'd take a bit of Kusuda's advice and give this 'livin' a normal life' thing a try..."

Fubuki looked at Iowa and then eventually she burst out into a laugh. "Thats a good one! Whats your next joke Grey Ghost?!" She asked as she laughed along.

"What's the matter, Snowflake?" Iowa asked teaslingly. "You scared that you ain't gonna have your rival to compete against for kills anymore?"

Fubuki then stopped laughing. "Wait, you were actually serious?" she asked.



"As a heart attack:" Iowa said. "I'm gettin' too old for this crap! I may still look young, but I've been on and off ice for times now, one of which lasted for centuries! They still wonderin' about the effects it's having on my body, and if it's even healthy for me to still be in a cockpit doing what I'm doing. I think with all my years of service, it's time I turn in my wings and take it easy."

Iowa leaned back in her seat.

"Besides, I ain't worried: You gonna have to put yourself on ice if you want to compete with my complete service record..." She added.

A stunned silence fell upon the room. Finally Fubuki held up a glass of the Rum. "Well, lets drink to your retirement and your service!" She announced.

"I second that," Nozomi nodded, raising her own glass. "It's been a pleasure serving alongside you for this past year, Iowa, and I think a few of us here could stand to learn a thing or two from that carefree nature of yours. Here's to your golden years- may they be filled with happiness, health... and perhaps new adventures?"

The sound of glasses clinking filled the room.

To be continued...

 

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