You're so supersonic
Wanna feel your powers
Stun me with your lasers
Your kiss is cosmic
Every move is magic
"After being raised on cargo ships, it must've felt like you had lead in your boots when you got to Earth," Malcolm said to Travis before the two officers stepped into Engineering. The middle-aged armoury officer lifted his gaze to look at Commander Tucker and he could have sworn his heart literally stopped for a total of three seconds. He had met Tucker before, had spoken to him once or twice. But when he saw the engineer in his native element, Malcolm's annoyance with him vanished, at least for the moment. Now the Commander was almost... alluring.
Tucker moved about Engineering as if he owned the place (and in a way, he did). He spoke in an authoritative voice, his words clear and concise in spite of the accent. If Malcolm didn't know better, he'd have said the engineer had literally made himself right at home on this deck.
"Beautiful," Tucker murmured. "Lock it off right there." The Southerner gently- no lovingly- wiped down the warp console. A shiver ran down Malcolm's spine. The Brit instantly and silently reprimanded himself.
"I believe you missed a spot," Malcolm called, carefully masking his expression. "Commander Tucker, Ensign Travis Mayweather. He just arrived."
"Our space boomer." Tucker reached over the handrail and shook Travis' hand, grinning with enthusiasm. Travis smiled back at the engineer.
"How fast have you gotten her?" Travis asked, looking around in awe.
"Warp four," Tucker answered. "We'll be goin' to four five as soon as we clear Jupiter. Think you can handle it?"
"Four point five..."
Not much of an answer, but Tucker took it nonetheless. Malcolm huffed and interjected, "Pardon me, but if I don't realign the deflector, the first grain of space dust we come across will blow a hole through this ship the size of your fist."
"Keep your shirt on, Loo-ten-nant," Tucker told him, still grinning. "Your equipment'll be here in the mornin'." Malcolm wasn't sure, but he could have sworn he detected a foreign yet familiar glint in the Southerner's eyes. Foreign because Malcolm had never seen Tucker give him that look before, but also familiar because the armoury officer had seen it several times in the eyes of his previous lovers. Malcolm didn't know if he liked it or not. But something told him that the look held a bit of something more.
Something... perhaps worth pursuing.
Malcolm planned to do just that- after he got his equipment.
You're from a whole other world
A different dimension
You open my eyes
And I'm ready to go
Lead me into the light