"Pull Out Your Party Hats"
Lieutenant (jg) Dhanishta Eshe
Engineer
Lt. Commander Ethan Suder
Chief Engineer
Lieutenant (jg) Michael McDowell
Engineer
*** Deck 11 ***
Dhanishta was making her way back to engineering after fixing the replicator
in the mess hall yet again. She wondered what on earth they did to that
thing, she was forever fixing it.
"McDowell to Lieutenant Eshe. Could you please report to Main Engineering
on the double?"
Dhani tapped her communicator to respond, "On my way Sir."
she replied.
*** Minutes later in Main Engineering ***
If you stood next to Michael you could see that he was getting a bit
impatient,...and hear it as well as he was tapping his fingers on one
of the consoles of the Master Systems Display panel. He'd expected Dhanishta
to be in Main Engineering only a few minutes after he'd contacted her,
but she still hadn't reported in yet.
~Since when does it take 10 minutes to get from Deck 11 to Deck 36?~
A frown crossed his face. He was about to call of this surprise party
when finally he saw the person he was waiting for.
Dhanishta walked to main engineering, her tool box swinging at her side.
The doors made their usual swish as she entered, the lights were dim and
she could hear the gentle hum of the Warp core, all familiar yet never
comforting. Looking around she saw McDowell and made her way towards him.
"Well, you certainly took your time Lieutenant. I assume you had
your reasons, but next time try to make your way here in less then 5 minutes,
alright?"
"I'm sorry Sir." Dhanishta replied conveying nothing with her
voice. She stood up straight in front of him, her eyes level with his;
well as level as they could be seeing as she was a few inches shorter
than him. She smiled very slightly, remembering that smiling got her sister
out of most situations. But that wasn't her so she let the smile drop
and waited for him to speak.
"Right, now that's taken care of, let's get down to work...shall
we?" Michael said and turned around. He used the computer console
to call up the diagrams of the lighting system used in Main Engineering.
"As you can see, there's something not right with lighting. We think
one of the sub-processors is not responding anymore to commands from the
main processor. But that's all we know."
Michael looked over his shoulder and smiled mischievously. He couldn't
help it knowing what would happen in the next few minutes. "I thought
it would be a nice job for you to figure out what's really wrong. Besides,
all the others are busy with something else, and that includes me."
She was about to reply when her attention turned as she heard the strumming
of a guitar from Suder's office, she was not familiar with the melody
yet she began to hum along. She felt so comfortable for just a few minutes,
like she was home, yet Dhanishta had never had a place to call home. The
closest she had ever come to it was Vulcan where she was born, but Vulcan
was never truly home. In those few minutes though she felt truly home
she could hear voices, like children playing. She remembered playing with
Kala in a sea of sand, rolling and tumbling down dunes but this wasn't
them. Just for a moment she felt loved and being in love. Suddenly the
reality of her world came crashing down around her, she felt a lump stick
in her throat and her bottom lip trembled slightly. She pushed her feelings
of loss aside, and her confusion at such feelings and focused on McDowell
as the melody dwindled, the last few chords floating through engineering.
"Does he often do that?" she asked turning back to McDowell.
Michael eyes went from Dhanishta to the CEO's office and back Dhanista
again. He too was a bit surprised. "No, I can't recall him ever playing
the guitar. At least, not here." Noticing that Dhanishta seemed to
have lost her attention for the 'lighting problem' Michael quickly added,
"But that's not really the issue here. The lights need to be back
at 100 per cent before Alpha Shift starts,...which is in about 5 minutes.
Think you can do that?"
Dhanishta thought for a moment, trying to remember what he was talking
about. It seamed that she was doing that a lot lately, trying to remember
things, phasing out during conversations. She really needed to get some
sleep, which was so not happening at the moment. She hadn't been able
to get any sleep since she joined the Galaxy. She had tried everything
she could think of and then some.
"Erm, no problem," she said, "leave it with me."
She turned to the consol and began to run diagnostics and the like, turning
her concentration to her work and leaving her sleep issue to deal with
later.
"Good. I'm sure you'll tackle the problem." Michael replied.
He started to walk towards the warp core and was soon surrounded by darkness.
From the shadows he said, "Oh, one tip though. Don't be startled
when you get the lights back up again. It can be overwhelming,...the intensity
I mean."
"U-h." Dhanishta mumbled from the darkness, now fully engrossed
in what she was doing.
Unbeknownst to Dhanishta Michael was timing her. It was about 2 minutes
later when suddenly, in a flash of brilliance, the lights came back to
live again. The reaction from the Michael and all other Engineers present
(and who, of course, had been hiding until now) was immediate.
"SURPRISE!!!!"
Dhanishta turned on her heels sharply, dropping her tricorder as she
clutched her chest gasping for air. She could feel her heart thundering
against her rib cage as a surge of adrenaline spurted into her veins preparing
her body for action.
As she looked around at all the smiling faces, she wondered what action
she could take on all these people that wasn't against federation protocol.
A long list of words entered her head, some Trill small amount Vulcan,
mostly Klingon, all of which offensive.
She laughed slightly, nervously, she wasn't sure weather to run away
and hide or enjoy the spotlight. She smiled slightly as she weighed them
up ~run and hide or stare into the light! Humm. How many of them don't
understand Klingon I wonder. Will Suder mind if I run them through with
my Bat'leth? Second question, where is my Bat'leth?~ her face scrunched
up as she mentally located her belongings, ~Still in a box, like everything
else! I digress. I've been standing here too long now to run and hide,
dam it!~ she cursed herself.
"Mike." she paused and closed her eyes for a moment thinking
of his name, the one that she was supposed to use, "McDowell."
She cleared her throat and then continued louder; "Sir." She
coughed again, "The lights." she said pointing up at the ceiling
".. they work fine."
Michael laughed. "Yeah, I can see that. But never mind the lights.
We're here for something far more important. You must know that by now."
Dhani looked blankly at Michael, at this moment in time she had no idea
what was going on except that she was feeling slightly light headed from
all the adrenaline in her body that had no place to go. She took a couple
of deep breaths.
Ethan stepped out of his office and looked around at the Engineers all
grouped together and the newly promoted Dhanishta not too far from them.
He didn't have the usual dark broody look that was so familiar, instead,
a slight look of surprise. He wasn't informed on what was going on, but
it wasn't all that surprising. Junior officers usually worked on surprises
and parties by themselves, why would they inform Senior officers?
The air caught in Dhanis throat as she looked from Suder to Michael and
back again. ~Busted!~ she thought.
He walked back into his office and it was a good few seconds before he
returned, a bottle in hand. He strolled towards the other Engineers.
Although Michael wasn't afraid Ethan was going to put a stop to their
little party, the only thing he did was to look at him with a surprised
look. He hadn't really expected Ethan to join in,...with a bottle of what
he thought to be wine no less. "Wine?" Michael said interested.
Ethan looked at the bottle in his hand as he approached the group of
Engineers. "Sort of." he replied casually. "A Betazoid
beverage, about seventy years old..." he trailed off and watched
as Dhanishta approached them with glasses in hand. Ethan gently pressed
on the cork at the top of the bottle and gradually put more pressure on
it. He half smiled as several Engineers stepped away, either afraid he
would shoot the cork at them or maybe spray them. But the beverage was
not to be wasted in such a tradition. After several seconds, there was
a loud 'pop'. The cork shot out of the bottle. A split second later, several
sparks erupted out of the ceiling and glass fell to the floor, along with
the cork.
Ethan began to pour the drink into the glasses and when finished, held
his up to make a small speech and toast.
"I'm glad my shift is finished," Dhani said looking at the
empty light fitting, "I expect that it will be fixed by the time
Gamma shift comes round again!?" She turned to Suder awaiting his
toast, an idea already set in her mind. When Suder was finished she would
retrieve the Chiefs guitar!
"Oh, no doubt it'll be fixed,...by the Chief himself I assume?"
Michael grinned and for a moment glanced sideways at Ethan. "He broke
it so..."
Ethan glanced back at Michael. "Not like I don't do enough work
already, but sure, yes, I'll fix it." he agreed as he handed out
drinks to last of the Engineers. "I know not everyone is here right
now, specially several who deserve to be congratulated as well. But for
the one who is here, "Ethan said turning to face Dhanishta. "Dhanishta
Eshe, you are a strange individual by the Federation's own definition...
And that's what makes you one of us. An Engineer, and someone who has
fit quite nicely into the family. Congratulations on your promotion Lieutenant."
he said raising his glass. "Lieutenant Eshe." he called out.
Dhani finally came to realize what all the fuss was about and cringed.
Duck and cover, she felt like finding a nice quiet corner and staying
in it. ~Kala would love this.~ she thought, ~She would be able to let
her hair down and take center stage. And she would no doubt push me on
it too. ~she chuckled at the latter thought, remembering several times
when her sister had done just that, usually with a mike in her hand and
back up singers! Instead she just sipped her drink and tried to smile
casually. Hopefully she would get the Chief to sing again and it would
take the heat off her. And seeing as her sister was probably on the other
side of the galaxy she would be able to stay in the shadows for the rest
of the day.
Raising his own glass Michael followed Ethan, saying, "To Lieutenant
Eshe." He took a few sips from the Betazoid wine, then said, "Don't
want to be a party-pooper, but the Delta shift crew will be coming in
soon." Looking around he smiled and added, "We could go to Ten-Forward
and party on. That is, if anyone is interested. I promise there will be
party hats for everyone."
Dane downed the drink in his hand and looked at the others and gave
a nod in approvingly. "Lets make a move then." he said looking
over at Dhanishta. He could sense some discomfort from her. Clearly she
didn't like being in the spot light. He turned to Michael. "Make
the preparations, everyone get to Ten-Forward. I'll meet you all there
when Delta Shift arrives. Share a couple of surprises myself." he
said with a smile. For the first time he felt a little more relaxed than
usual. He was actually enjoying himself and felt a little good. He couldn't
remember the last time he smiled and the last time he felt good, even
if it was a little bit. But moral needed to be kept high, and if he was
the Chief, he was the one who had to keep it high. He understood he couldn't
be broody all the time, he would have to settle as the man with a comforting
side but an iron fist when called for. He would have to use his own time
to brood.
Dhanishta looked around at everyone. ~I guess I'm the reason everyone
has come together so it would be impolite for me to bail now. Though if
it does turn into a huge party it might tire me out enough to get some
sleep.~ Dhanishta nodded. As everyone began to make there way out of Engineering
she stole into the Chiefs office and removed his guitar from its stand.
It was quite a job getting it through Engineering and into Ten Forward,
everyone thought she was going to perform; boy were they in for a shock.........
To be continued...
"Risa On My Mind"
Principal Characters:
Lt. Ella Grey
Lt.(JG) Victor Krieghoff
****
USS Galaxy
Deck 7
Victor Krieghoff's Quarters
Victor glanced at the scheduled rotation for shore leave again to check
his position on it, typed the correct confirmation codes into the pop-up
form on his LCARS panel, and watched it vanish as he hit the key to
enter it. ~Well, that's that,~ he thought, relieved, as he leaned back
in his chair and waited.
A few seconds passed, and the display rippled as the change
he'd
requested worked its way down the line of names and leave times,
shifting people ahead of him and behind him as his name winked out and
vanished. In less than six seconds, it was as if his name had never
appeared on the roster at all.
He stretched, sighed as his muscles tensed and strained
for a second,
and then relaxed. ~I understand why they had to put my name on the list
after the CO said "all crew' in his announcement, but it's better
this
way. Too many people on Risa, too many problems if I went planetside.~
He stood up and looked around his cabin. ~Maybe the quiet
will do me
some good. I know Angelienia will go planetside, so that stress will be
gone for a while, and the rest of the department will head down except
for the skeleton crew, so O'Rourke and the Dream team will be off-ship
as well. They need the break more than I do, especially with Darkstar's
transfer bumping me to Beta Shift so they're actually having to interact
with me.~
He turned back and picked up the picture of his parents
off the desk, looking at it for a long time. ~I need to call you, let
you know that everything's all right. God knows what Ar'resh and Rexa
told you after lanJep. They'll have me married off to Grey and expecting
children if I leave it up to them.~ He glanced at the open door to his
bedroom, and then set the picture down. ~They'll have to get used to disappointment.
She's like Risa, she needs someone to keep the monsters at bay and I'm
good at that. Takes one to fight one, I guess.~
With another look around the room, he shook his head and
turned to
leave. ~I've wasted enough time this morning. I need to get to Security
Main early and finish the paperwork for this shift.~ He smiled once,
thinly, as he started for the door. ~Who knew filling out forms would
be
harder than fighting a Francosian Land Kraken?~
The door opened to reveal Ella Grey leaning casually against
the door
frame. ~~Hey Tiger~~ she signed with a smile.
Victor lanced at the proximity detector wired to the wall
and frowned.
~Doesn't do me much good if I don't look at it, does it?~ he asked
himself as he noted the display indicating someone outside the door.
Ella walked past him and plopped herself down in front
of his terminal.
She cracked her knuckles and then began typing on the keys. She frowned
at the screen and then entered in some more typing. Finally she smiled
and hit one last key. ~~There! All done.~~
"What is all done?" Victor asked, already suspecting
the answer.
~~I made sure you get your shore leave. More specifically
I scheduled it
when Angelina is not on planet and when Curtis and I are.~~
"You're not supposed to be able to do that from a
cabin terminal, Grey,"
Victor reproached mildly.
Ella shrugged. ~~I knew this guy once that liked computers
only slightly more than he liked me. So do you like windsurfing, scuba
diving, what? I figured you wouldn't mind if I took up a few hours of
your vacation.~~
"I don't take shore leave, Grey. Not on places like
this. They don't
offer anything that I want to do."
~~Victor,~~ Ella's fingers began sternly. ~~The Klingons
vacation on
Risa on occasion. The Romulans do. I think the Risan's will know how to
handle you. Now, what do you have to wear? Let's pack.~~ She jumped from
her seat and headed off in the direction of Victor's closet.~~
"Grey..." Victor turned to follow her. "I
just finished deleting myself
from the leave roster, and even if you fixed it so I can't do it again,
there is no one on this ship that is going to try and physically force
me to go planetside. I don't want shore leave here, there's nothing for
me on Risa."
~~I'm sure we can find you something.~~
Victor sighed. "Grey. Stop it. I'm not going."
Ella crossed her arms, her blue eyes fixed with determination,
and
raised an eyebrow. Oh really, her eyes seemed to say, for once her face
even more emotionless than Victor's.
****
His closet had nothing but uniforms in it, with the exception of the
leather clothing the Aunts had bought on lanJep, one pair of non-issue
boots that had seen a lot of field wear, and a large locked footlocker
taking up the bottom of the closet. Ella frowned at the closet and
marched over to the drawers. They weren't much help either and she
refused to let him wear that swimsuit down to the planet. Ella sighed
and moved to the replicator. She could access the catalog here and then
they could go to one of the larger replicators to produce whatever they
picked. ~~I assume you prefer trunks to speedos?~~
"I prefer not to go on shore leave, Grey."
Ella shook her head with a smile. ~~You're pouting like
a child.~~
"No, just stating a fact that you're choosing to
ignore."
She ignored him and looked frankly at the way his uniform
fit him. It
would have been better if he would have undressed so she wouldn't have
to guess at sizes but it probably would have been more distracting in
the long run. She entered what she thought was the most appropriate size
and was pleased to see they had the trunks in an array of colors. She'd
order him at least three. ~~Now, what about casual wear? I honestly
don't see you in Hawaiian print.~~
"Even Rexa and Ar'resh never tried that, Grey. That
should tell you
something."
~~We'll stick to solid colors.~~ Ella tapped a finger
against her lips.
Probably tank tops, she decided. His arms would look good in those.
Maybe a few dressier shirts with sleeves for the evening. A couple pair
of loose pants and a couple pair of shorts. Hmmmm, sandals? Sneakers?
~~You want some input, Tiger? I'd hate to order you something you're
going to hate me for later.~~
"If I hated you, this conversation wouldn't be taking
place. Irritation
is something else though."
Ella laughed and couldn't resist ruffling his hair a bit.
~~I told you I
always get my way. Now, I want you to try to really think about
something you would like to do on Risa. No, really think about it
Victor. Stop frowning at me. They have beaches. They have forests. It's
a virtual paradise. There must be SOMETHING you would like to do.
Hiking? Dirt bike racing? Nude beaches? You think about it while I go
order these clothes.~~ And before he could say another word, she had
left.
Victor stared after her, resigned. ~The only thing that
I'm going to do
on Risa is cause problems, Grey. It's not lanJep where the Klingons
didn't care about fights unless weapons were involved, or where they
figured that anyone with a problem would take it up with me. Risa
doesn't work that way.~
He looked at the LCARS terminal in the other room, shrugged,
and moved
to it, hands dancing on the controls. ~I suppose it can't hurt to try...
no, she blocked me.~ He wiped the screen and stood up. ~I know she's
trying to be my friend, but I wish she'd understand that there are
things that just won't work. My going to a place like Risa is one of
them.~
He glanced around the room, stopped on a framed image
of himself with
Ar'resh and Rexa from a long-ago visit to DS9. ~As much as you two try,
at least you understand that. I tell her and I tell her and she doesn't
understand. What does it take? Do I have to go down there and cause
someone's death, kill someone, before she'll understand?~
****
The large bundle made it impossible to hit the buzzer so she kicked his
door instead. ~~All right, I hope these fit~~ She signed when Victor had
let her in and she had dumped the bundle on his couch.
"Grey," he repeated again, after he'd looked
at the armload of items
she'd returned with, "I'm not going."
Ella let out a sigh and sat down on the couch beside the
clothes. She
patted to the place beside him for him to sit and then positioned her
body so he could see her hands. ~~I'll make sure you have a remote place
so there won't be any trouble, all right?~~
"There isn't any place remote enough on Risa, Grey.
There are too many
people for there *not* to be trouble."
~~Tiger, I want you to have a real vacation and it's going
to happen if
I have to prod you with a hot iron to do it. So stop fighting me and
relax. I'll take care of you for a change.~~
Victor looked at her for a moment, and then shook his
head slowly. "Hot
iron or not, I'm not going to take shore leave, Grey. It doesn't work.
Even my Aunts know better than to try and drag me to a place like Risa."
Ella threw up her hands before signing an irritated ~~Why!~~
"Because," he said slowly, "there are too
many people. There's no place
to get away from them - or for them to get away from me. There are no
facilities to do anything I would do on shore leave. There will have to
be Betazoids down there, maybe one of the other races that react most
violently to me - what happens if they're doing something that requires
attention to avoid disaster and I walk by? What happens if one of the
people that doesn't get scared of me, but attacks me without thinking
is
there? What happens when I kill them?" he sighed. "That's why
I'm not
going, Grey."
She was silent for a few minutes; she had never thought
of it like that.
~~I didn't know that happened often.~~
"It doesn't happen often, but it does happen. I trigger
people's 'fight
or flight' reflex, Grey. It only stands to reason that sooner ort later
someone's subconscious chooses 'fight' over 'flight.'" He shrugged.
"Usually it's aliens that are the most risk for a 'fight' trigger
- and
there are a lot of aliens on Risa."
~~Well, its not fair to you, just because they can't deal.~~
Ella
signed.
"I learned a long time ago that life isn't fair,
Grey. It just is. You
make the best of it and move on."
~~There really are some remote places on Risa, especially
some lovely
waterfalls you can hike to. But I guess you don't like hiking if its on
Risa.~~ Ella frowned, trying to think of things to do planetside that
didn't involve a beach or a bed. ~~Well, what do you like to do that
isn't on Risa?~~
"I hunt."
~~People?~~ Ella signed lightly.
"No. I hunt predators, things that hunt me back.
No energy weapons, no
safeguards, no tricorders, no standby medical teams with transporters.
I
kill it or it kills me - no middle ground. Risa won't accommodate that."
No it wouldn't, Ella thought sourly. ~~Have you ever tried
any of the
stuff they offer?~~
"No. There isn't a point to it."
Ella sighed, sat back, and closed her eyes.
Victor watched her for a moment. "Grey? Are you all
right?"
~~Shush,~~ she said without opening them. ~~I'm thinking.~~
Victor frowned, remembering the other times that she'd
'thought' about
things.
Ella smiled, a slow curve of the lips, and Victor knew
he was in
trouble. ~~All right then. If you can't come to Risa, Risa will just
have to come to you. Modified for your tastes, of course.~~
"I don't think this is a good idea, Grey..."
Ella winked. ~~Keep that time I got you free, Tiger. You're
going to
need it.~~
"Lions and Lunches" Part 1 of 2
Primary Characters:
Lt (JG) Victor Krieghoff
Lt. Ella Grey
*****
Ella Grey's Quarters
USS Galaxy
Deck 5
Ella stuffed the last food item into the food basket and then tested its
weight. Bearable, she decided. Besides it wasn't too far to the
holodeck. She left the basket on the bed and then returned to her
mirror, still unable to decide on what bathing suit to wear. The Risan
sun had left her with a nice tan and her skimpier suits had left her
with very few tan lines. Still this was Victor and she could imagine if
she wore something like the infamous red two-piece, he'd keep looking
around the holodeck for the type of predators that Ella was used to,
even if he knew it was just the two of them.
In the end, she decided on the electric blue swimsuit;
it was fun, a
bikini top and boyish shorts. Nothing too threatening. She checked the
time on the computer and saw she still had a full hour before they were
supposed to meet. Ella sat back on her bed and then stretched out. She
hoped Victor was enjoying himself. Ella had programmed the fake Risa
with an expansive hunting program, pieces of it borrowed from some of
Victor's own isolinear chips. She had adjusted the settings a bit so
they weren't as dangerous as his (Ella had nearly had a heart attack
when she saw his settings, which just barely made safety protocol for
Marine Commando assault simulations) but had still kept the same pace.
He should be getting the workout of his life.
Some vacation, Ella thought with amusement. But whatever
made the man
happy. She closed her eyes, figuring she could allow herself a little
nap, and wondered how Victor was going to react when it was her turn to
show him around "Risa."
*****
USS Galaxy
Deck XX
Holodeck One "Risa"
~ Stupid!~ Victor snarled and jammed his back against the largest
available tree, one hand scrabbling for a pair of rounds from his belt
as the other broke open the rifle, the extractor sending the empty shell
casings spinning into the air. ~You were stupid to try this as badly out
of practice as you are!~
A bolt of lightning sizzled through the air and crashed
into the tree
overhead, sending a spray of splinters raining down like tiny knives,
slicing at him and tearing his clothing.
~What the hell made you think you were ready for a Power
Cat after
almost a year of nothing?~ Victor berated himself, as his hands reloaded
the rifle mechanically and he glanced around the clearing. ~Nothing
besides this tree to use as cover..." Another bolt of lighting seared
through the clearing and blew the top off the tree above him, the
severed portion dropping like the mast on an old sailing vessel to cut
the clearing in half. ~...besides that, of course.~
As his rifle clicked closed, he sprinted forward, dove
over the
smoldering tree and rolled to one knee facing the way he'd come. ~Time
to end this - one way or another.~
As he raised the rifle, the heavy-shouldered form of a
Cappellan Power
Cat slunk into the clearing, electricity crackling around its raised
dorsal ridge. It spied Victor, roared, and dropped its head, power
rushing down the dorsal ridge as Victor raised his rifle, a feral grin
on his face, for one instant truly alive.
The clearing resounded with the crackle of lightning and
a roll of
thunder and then everything was still.
Victor lay where the bolt of bio-electric lightning had
flung him, smoke
rising from his charred shirt, blinked once as his senses cleared - and
sighed to the clearing at large past aching ribs and the ringing in his
head, "You altered the settings, didn't you, Grey?"
With a jerk he sat up and looked around the clearing,
his sense of
victory lessened by the knowledge that he'd never been in real danger.
"Sorry about that," he apologized to the still form of the Power
Cat as
it lay across the clearing, skull shattered from the impact of his
bullet. "I didn't know it wasn't a fair fight."
Shaking his head, he got to his feet, checked his rifle,
and reloaded it
again. "No sense in trying again," he told himself as he winced
and
tested his ribs. "I might as well call it a day if there's no real
risk."
Limping out of the clearing he started back down the trail
towards a
small waterfall and pool he'd passed earlier. "I can at least get
cleaned up before Grey comes bouncing in...."
****
Ella entered the holodeck after making sure that the command
programs
were functioning on her computer PADD. Didn't want to get stuck on the
holodeck, Ella thought. No matter how beautiful Risa was. She hefted the
basket, turned the proverbial corner, and nearly tripped over her feet.
When she told him to clean up, she expected that he'd
go to his quarters
to do so. She didn't expect to find him swimming nude on the Holodeck.
A
small part of her was irritated he hadn't brought some of the new
swimming trunks she had gotten him, but only a small part. Ella gave a
big lusty sigh and then turned away to give the man some privacy.
She set out the blanket where she couldn't see him, reluctantly,
and
started making sandwiches. After a while she heard him approach and
looked up and waved. ~~How do you like the program?~~
Victor shrugged. "You changed the settings - it wasn't
a fair contest."
He settled down on the other side of the blanket, setting the antique
design rifle next to him carefully. "I should have died, or at least
been injured more seriously."
Ella pursed her lips. ~~I can't believe you kept it at
those settings.~~
"It's as real as I can make it without disconnecting
the safety
protocols and setting off alarms. Anything else will get me killed when
I do it for real."
She gave him a long look before shrugging and reaching
for her PADD.
Ella entered a few keys and it was done. ~~Go play, Tiger. But I'm
warning you. If you kill yourself, I'm going to be pissed.~~
He looked at her for a long moment, and then shook his
head. "You're
here now."
Ella waved him away. ~~Go, before I realize how stupid
this is. I'll
still be here. The computer's programmed to keep your little hunts out
of the picnic area.~~ She stretched out on the blanket and closed her
eyes against the holographic sun.
After a minute, a shadow moved across her eyes as he stood
up, and
footsteps slipped away into the underbrush. A few minutes later the PADD
next to her chirruped, signaling that he'd engaged the portion of the
program she'd built in for him, then followed the sound with another,
shorter chirp as he selected an opponent.
Men, Ella thought with a sniff.
Time passed and it was a full hour and a half later by
the PADD's
display when Ella blinked herself awake with a start at sound of
thunder. A moment later, another peal sounded, and she realized that it
wasn't the signal for an impending rainstorm, but the sound of Victor's
rifle in the distance.
Ella scowled and rolled over onto her stomach. She reached
into the
basket to pull out some chips.
There were no repetitions, and minute after minute clicked
by on the
PADD display with no sign of Victor. As she started to rise, the
undergrowth moved aside and he stepped into the clearing dusty and still
bleeding from a line of cuts across his chest, the torn rags of his
shirt hanging down limply. He limped into the clearing stiffly, set the
rifle carefully down on the blanket, and started to sit down, looking
very, very tired.
Her jaw clenched but she said nothing, figuring that if
she did she
would start scolding him for the next month. She reached into the
basket, thankful she had had the foresight to pack some bandages, and
tossed them over to him. She foraged around in the basket while he
removed the shirt and bandaged the wounds. She fixed him a plate of food
and passed if over to him without comment.
He took it with a nod, set it aside, and finished taping
the bandage
down at his right side, the ease with which he managed it suggesting a
disturbing familiarity with operations of that nature.
~~Better?~~ Ella asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes. I was smarter about my choice this time - the
Power Cat was too
much of a jump after that long. African lion was more sensible."
He
reached for the plate and made a face as the movement pulled at the
bandages.
Ella nodded and then looked at him critically when he
winced. ~~Sore?~~
"Hard not to be after a lion knocks you around,"
he admitted. He took a
bite of the sandwich and chewed it slowly. "The bolt from the Power
Cat
didn't help either."
She dusted her hands off and then moved to kneel behind
him.
"Grey?"
~~Massage.~~ Her hands signed before moving to his shoulders.
She
expected him to put up more of a fight but realized he was too tired to
do so.
The muscles in his shoulders were tight, like bundled
wire under
tension, and resisted her efforts to work with them. He held himself
stiffly as he finished his plate of food and she worked, betraying the
fact that he had no experience with what she was doing.
She massaged the skin for a long time, distracting herself
by
alphabetizing common chemicals in her head, until her hands began to
hurt. She patted him softly on the back and then returned to her side
of
the blanket. Victor, she noted with amusement, looked sleepy. It was a
good thing she had a lot of Holodeck time saved up. ~~You should take
a
nap.~~ Ella signed with a smile.
Victor blinked once, nodded, and lay back. "An hour,"
he agreed. His
eyes closed almost immediately and he relaxed, his breathing slowing as
he dropped off.
Ella watched him for a time and then decided to swim.
She practiced
diving for a bit, spent some time lazily floating on her back, and then
amused herself for a long time attempting underwater handstands, her
legs scissoring more often then lining up straight. She grinned, after
one particularly bad attempt, and struck a silly victorious pose.
"You didn't wake me after an hour," Victor said
reproachfully - or as
close to it as he normally got - into the silence of the clearing,
startling Ella.
She blushed slightly but then signed, ~~You needed the
rest. Besides,
you're cute when you snore.~~
He thought for a time before he admitted, "If I needed
the sleep that
badly, you did the right thing."
She swam to the edge of the pool and then carefully got
out. ~~You can
use the program again. I wish you'd keep it at safer settings but I'm
probably wasting my breath, huh Tiger?~~
"Twice was my limit today, Grey. I'm out of shape,
and this isn't
something that you do when you're tired and stiff. The lion shouldn't
have gotten close enough to me to do this," he indicated the bandages
around his ribs.
Ella shrugged and made her way back to the blanket. She
quickly dried
off and then pulled the tie out of her hair and squeezed the extra water
out on the ground. ~~Maybe next time we'll try parasailing.~~ Ella
commented before throwing the towel over her head to dry her hair.
"Next time?"
Ella pulled off the towel and combed her fingers through
her hair. ~~I
was going to come back up tomorrow or the day after that.~~ She
clarified when she was done.
"Grey, there are better things you can do with your
leave than to keep
running back to the ship for things like this."
~~Do you not want me to come up, Victor?~~
He blinked. "I'm not going to tell you that you can't,
Grey," he said
finally.
Hmmm, that wasn't exactly a no, Ella thought. She shrugged
it off.
~~Then don't tell me how to spend my time.~~ She admonished him.
~~Although, next time I would prefer to do something with you and I'm
sorry, Sport, but I hate hunting. Would you try parasailing or maybe
waterskiing with me? It wouldn't have to be long and if it bores you to
tears you can go off and kill your beasts to your heart's content and
I
won't say a word.~~
Victor looked at her for a long moment. "Re-entry
surfing," he said
suddenly.
"Lions and Lunches" Part 2 of 2
Primary Characters:
Lt (JG) Victor Krieghoff
Lt. Ella Grey
*****
~~Excuse me?~~ Ella blinked. Surely he wasn't serious
about...? ~~You
want to go re-entry surfing?~~
"No, I don't, that's why I wanted to say that up
front. Not again. Once
was enough. As long as parasailing isn't like that, I'll try it."
~~I don't know what parasailing is like, actually. I've
never tried it.
I just suggested it so we could both try something new. Now surfing I
can do. Not very well but I can turn in a passable performance. As long
as we keep the waves decent and there are no killer sharks roaming about
I should be fine.~~
"Sharks aren't a problem unless you're wounded and
bleeding or they're
starving. Antillian Horrormouths are another story, they'll eat anything
that they can fit in their maw... but Risa won't have any of those."
Ella winked. ~~It's a date then.~~
Victor frowned. "Why?"
~~Well, typically when two people of different genders,
or hell even
same genders, engage in an activity...~~
"No, why are you trying so hard to do this, Grey?
Is it one of those
friend things that I don't understand?"
~~Let's just say I want to broaden your horizons. But,
yeah, it's a
friend thing.~~ Ella shrugged. ~~You've been on your own for too long,
Tiger.~~
He worked on that for a moment, thinking. "You know
that this is just
making the things people say worse, Grey," he finally offered.
"Especially Lt. Angelienia, since Gunny Goldstein and half the Marine
unit transferred off with Captain Brhode - there's no one to restrain
her now."
Ella rolled her eyes. ~~Like I care what Lt. Angie thinks
of me.~~
"I'm not sure that I'm worth the trouble, Grey,"
he said carefully. "I
don't know that I'm ever going to understand how to be a good friend...
not like you do, anyway."
She smiled. ~~I'm not sure I even do. If you have questions,
you should
ask Curtis. I'm just winging it here. All I know is that why should you
spend your vacation isolated when you don't have to?~~
"Because it's easier for everyone," he answered.
"Because it's what I'm
used to."
~~Well, get un-used to it cause I'm here to stay, whether
you like it or
not.~~
"I think you're better at this than you believe you
are," he said,
changing the topic abruptly. "Being a friend, I mean. At least I
think
so." He shrugged. "But I'm a poor judge, so you ought to take
that with
some caution."
~~So you've said before. And I keep reminding you that
I never listen to
your advice, so you can take that with some caution.~~
"You're exaggerating."
Ella found her hair was still dripping on her back. She
reached for the
towel again and made a 'hmmm?' noise.
"About taking advice - I've seen you do it many times,
especially from
me."
~~That's cause you're so darned convincing.~~ Ella replied.
~~And you
don't make it a command. I really hate being told what to do like a dog,
you know?~~
"Taking orders is part of being in Starfleet, Grey."
~~Maybe I'm in the wrong profession.~~ Ella mused. ~~I
would have been a
great stock car driver.~~
"Stock car?"
"You know, driving automobiles on a track. They did
it a lot in the
twenty-first century.~~
"And the purpose for this activity was?"
Ella rolled her eyes. ~~The joy of taking left turns.~~
"Seriously, Grey. Why did they do this?"
~~For the driver, to outrace the other guy. For the audience,
to see
cars crash. Either way it's a lot of fun. Especially with popcorn.~~
"The drivers... I can see that. But going to watch
crashes? Why would
you want to do that?"
~~It's exciting.~~
"Maybe." He sounded dubious. "And the popcorn?"
~~Haven't you ever been to a movie, Victor? You're supposed
to eat
popcorn when being entertained.~~ She gave a large theatrical sigh.
~~Looks like another thing to add to your list of things to do. Poor
Victor.~~
Victor shook his head. "Of course I haven't been
to a movie like that,
Grey. Why would anyone want to be shut in a dark room with me?"
Ella wished he'd stop making comments like that when she
was eating or
drinking. She choked a bit on a potato chip as the image of her, Victor,
and a dark isolated theater came to mind. ~~I've never had a theater to
myself.~~ She finally managed. ~~We'll definitely have to do that
sometime. Besides you haven't lived until you've seen this old
projection called the Matrix.~~
"The Matrix?" He looked at her oddly. "What
is that about, a math
problem?"
~~Careful Tiger or our first movie will be the Sound of
Music.~~ Ella's
fingers flicked humorously. ~~We can take turns picking movies if you
like. Just keep the carnage tolerably low, okay?~~
"I wouldn't know what to pick, Grey. I don't watch
things like that, with or without carnage."
~~Not even when you were a kid.~~
"No, I haven't, not even as a child."
~~Well, what do you watch?~~
"I watch educational programming. Self-paced classes,
holocourses,
things
like that."
Ella made a face. ~~Well, we'll definitely have to put
an end to that.~~
He looked puzzled. "Is there something wrong with
it?"
She waved a hand. ~~Oh, I think self paced classes are
fine, Tiger. How
do you think I learned to sign? But all the time? Tell you what? You
like to research. Check out the twentieth and twenty first century and
see if anything jumps out at you.~~
Victor nodded slowly, still dubious. "All right."
Ella shook her head. ~~I just know I'm in for a night
of war movies.~~
She sighed. ~~Oh, well. In the name of friendship...~~
"Grey," Victor asked after a second's pause.
"Why would anyone watch a
war and think it was entertaining?"
~~Well, I don't really.~~ Ella sighed. ~~Its a bit trickier
with war
movies. They can be both entertaining for some and educational. Give
ordinary people a taste of what war is like. Show people about the past.
Of course, they're not always accurate.~~ She considered. ~~Maybe you're
a western fan. You know, cowboys and Indians?~~
"Isn't that a game that normal people play with other
children when
they're very young?" he asked.
She smiled. ~~I bet you're a closet romantic.~~
That one stopped him for a moment. "A closet romantic?"
He blinked.
"What do you do in a closet that's romantic?"
She tried to suppress the giggle but failed miserably.
Her laughter rung
out around Risa. ~~It means,~~ she said once she was under control,
~~that you secretly like romance. That watching romantic movies will
make you feel all warm and fuzzy.~~
Victor looked at her for a moment, and then looked down
at his bandaged
chest. "Like I had fur?"
The giggles start up again and turned into howls of laughter.
Ella
buried her head in the blanket and laughed hysterically.
He looked back up, confused. "What did I say that
was so funny?"
~~N..no~~ Her fingers stuttered as she tried to control
herself.
~~They'll make you feel, uh, romantic. Like buying flowers and candy for
loved ones. Dancing with her even though you might hate dancing. You
know, sappy stuff. Stuff to show you care. Like watching a romantic
girly movie even though you're a guy. Guys aren't supposed to like them,
as a general male rule. I'm teasing you, saying that you will like
them.~~ Ella chuckled. ~~Like fur. Christ Victor, you kill me.~~
Victor watched her fingers carefully. "Why am I supposed
to not like
something I've never seen, just because I'm male?"
~~It's the stereotypical norm. Guys just don't like romance
movies. But
I secretly question that.~
He shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder if I really
missed out on things
growing up the way I did. Things like this just don't make any sense."
Ella shrugged. ~~Don't worry about it, Tiger. We'll have
a movie night
sometime and you can sample a wide variety of films. There has to be
something you'll like.~~
"I suppose so." He thought for a short time,
his forehead creasing with
the effort. "I remember... I remember something I watched a long
time
ago, when I was very young. There were ships on it... and they sang."
He
blinked. "I liked that."
Ella wrinkled her brow. ~~Like a space ship? Or a boat?~~
"Starships," he said slowly. "They were
starships. Three of them. I
think they were a family."
Odd, she thought. ~~I don't know it.~~
"I remember..." he thought again. "They
were... happy. People liked
them."
And he liked it. Well that settled it, she would have
to find it. ~~I'll
see
what I can do.~~
"You don't have to do that, Grey."
~~But I want to.~~
"Grey, it was almost thirty years ago. I'm not sure
that what I remember
really has anything to do with what it was actually about. It's okay."
Ella rolled her eyes. He could be so stubborn. ~~Fine,
you win~~ She
replied in an exagerated defeated tone. She would look up this program
tonight.
Victor looked at her. "Your eyes say that I lose.
You're going to find
this program anyway, aren't you?"
~~It never crossed my mind~~ She said as she batted her
eyes. ~~I
wouldn't even know where to begin.~~ Hmmm, she thought. It didn't sound
like the era she was used to.
"Grey, we both know you're not being honest about
that."
Ella was about to respond when she was interrupted by
his comm badge, an unfamiliar masculine voice echoing through the clearing.
"M'Kantu to Lieutenant Krieghoff. Report to my Ready Room ASAP."
Victor closed his eyes, sighed, and stood up as he replied,
"Aye, sir.
I'm not in uniform at the moment. Will twenty minutes be acceptable?"
There was a pause, and then M'Kantu's voice answered,
"Twenty-five
minutes is acceptable, Lieutenant. I'll be waiting."
~~What's all that about?~~
Victor looked at her for a moment as he picked up his
rifle and broke it
open to extract a pair of very large shells and slip them back into his
cartridge belt. "Transfer, Grey. That's what it's always about."
Ella's eyes widened and then temper leapt to them. ~~That's
ridiculous!
Why would he?~~
"I scare people. I'm too violent. I'm a danger to
the people around me.
Pick one, Grey."
Her mouth set. ~~Well, we'll see about that.~~
Victor stopped. "Grey, no. Just let what will happen,
happen. You'll
only make things bad for yourself and it still won't do any good."
Ella's eyes took on a dangerous glint. ~~I can be very
persuasive.~~ She
paused. ~~Well, except with you.~~
"Grey..." Victor looked at her for a moment,
then stood up straighter,
his eyes unreadable. "Don't get in the way. Just stay out of it.
It
isn't worth it - I'm not worth it." Without another word, he turned
and
walked away, the arch appearing on command to let him exit.
She stared after him. ~~We'll see about that too, Tiger.~~
"I Am Going To Risa=Part 2."
Junior Member Of Senate Ramir Omar.
At A Risan Bar.
Junior Member Of Senate Ramir Omar calmly walked into a Risan bar smiling
to
himself. It was true that jamaharon was definitely relaxing to a greater
extent than meditation was. The unfortunate fact that he had not experienced
sexual relations for an extremely long time only enhanced the great
experience.
"Saurian Brandy," he said to the bartender as
he remembered that Romulan Ale
was illegal within of the territory of the United Federation Of Planets.
He
sat at a table while the bartender obediently searched for the bottles
of
Saurian Brandy.
Even though Risans were not discriminative then somebody had noticed his
Romulan heritage. A rather nasty Klingon approached him. He appeared to
be
rather drunk and was trying to remain standing.
"Romulan!" he shouted at Omar.
Usually then the senator was an extremely calm person
but he hated Klingons
and this one just wanted to have a fight with somebody. Omar would not
disappoint him. He stood and looked at his enemy with a defiant glare.
"Klingon Scum!"
The nasty Klingon pushed Omar and the senator then fell
to the floor. He
stood and as his attacker charged at him then he drew his phaser. He shot
at
his attacker.
The blue bolt of energy cut into the Klingon and caused
one large wound. It
was unfortunate for Omar though that Klingons have huge numbers of secondary
organs as the blast did not even impede the charging Klingon and he ran
into
the Romulan.
The two men wrestled as the phaser fell to the floor along
with them. The
Klingon was far stronger than Omar but he was an inferior combatant and
Omar
had the advantage for the Klingon was hardly sufficiently sober to fight
with a former military officer. Of course then there was the additional
fact
that the Klingon was bleeding.
With minimal effort then Omar stood and then shoved the
nasty Klingon back
to the floor. He grabbed his phaser and then realised that three other
Klingons had come to the rescue of his enemy. His three friends helped
with
the bleeding Klingon to accomplish the task of standing and he sneered
at
Omar.
"Something wrong Romulan? You won't kill us!"
Omar hesitated. He knew that the new captain of the Galaxy
was definitely
not tolerant of any of his people and that his days as an ambassador would
be short if he killed an ally of Starfleet.
"You're correct Klingon," he said to his bleeding
enemy and then shot at
him. The very powerful blue bolt of energy blew the legs of the Klingon
right off of the rest of his body. The Klingon howled with pure agony
and
his three friends looked at Omar with uncertainty. However then Omar knew
that he could not shoot at all of them.
Suddenly then eight men managed to come to the rescue
of the senator by
fighting with the rest of the Klingons and Omar assisted with their efforts
to fight with these despicable creatures. Five seconds later though then
he
realised that nearly all of them were Risan men. Apparently then the Risans
were discriminative. However then the senator noticed that three of them
were Starfleet officers.
Five minutes later then all of the Klingons had been dealt
with. Omar looked
at all of those who had helped with defeating them and offered to buy
for
them several drinks.
"I'm Curtis Geluf sir. It was a pleasure to meet
with you."
"The pleasure is mine." Omar then turned to
the Zalkanian Starfleet officer.
"I'm grateful for that Ensign?"
"Elijah Faraal sir."
The third of the Starfleet officers was just one young
crewman who had an
extreme disliking to Klingons and the Romulan was just getting far too
drunk
to ask for the name of the crewman. The bartender along with all of the
other local customers had just fled from the battle and so then Omar was
distributing completely free alcohol to all of his new friends. By the
time
that further Klingons had come to fight with them then they could barely
stand.
Fortunately then several squadrons of Marines transported
to the surface and
asked for the Klingons to just leave from the bar. As all of the Marines
were armed with weaponry then all of the Klingons obeyed with that order.
When the Klingons as well as the Risan comrades of Omar had left from
the
bar then the Marines turned to the rest of them.
"I am really appreciate of this favour-" Omar
said to the soldiers but was
interrupted when they grabbed him and he was thrown to the floor.
"You're going to be punished Romulan! You should have of stayed at
Romulus!"
The Romulan looked at his new friends who had just been thrown to the
floor.
When he looked at Curtis then he realised that the Operations Officer
had an
extreme disliking to Marines. Omar did agree with that opinion and as
the
Marines looked at him with triumph then he began to wonder if it would
have
of been preferable to fight with the Klingons.
Four Hours Later Then.
"One Klingon was very seriously injured namely his
legs were destroyed,
three of his friends were hurt and much of this Risan Bar was destroyed
by
one Romulan energy weapon. Any excuses for this behaviour?"
Omar stood with both of his new friends while Lieutenant
Shelly O'Rourke
disciplined them. The brig seating was extremely uncomfortable and so
then
it was only understandable that standing was preferable. Omar tried to
appear as utterly confident as he could but unfortunately then it was
impossible for somebody with a face as bruised as his to be intimidating.
Most of his bruises though were caused by the harsh treatment that he
had
received from the Marines.
"I shall be talking to Lieutenant Commander Corgan
about this unfortunate
situation if you do not talk to me," she said to them with an amused
but
harsh expression.
"Do not blame them," Omar said to Rourke. "I
was the one who was fighting
with that Klingon and I was the one who shot at him with the phaser. Both
of
these men just came to help with defending me against those nasty scum."
"With those Risan men?"
"That is true. It appears that the Risans are discriminative
and with good
cause."
"I don't think that it would be appropriate to blame
just one person."
"Lieutenant I do."
"Your opinion is not important," Rourke said
to the senator but with
amusement.
"I do beg to differ. I do happen to have very highly-placed
friends. I could
just decide to talk to Admiral Janeway or even Colonel Kira Nerys or even
Seven Of Nine-"
"Junior Member Of Senate!" Rourke was no longer
amused. Instead of an amused
expression then she was nastily scowling at him.
"Very well then. I shall punish you." With one
single wave of her hand then
she dismissed the two Starfleet officers.
"Junior Member Of Senate Ramir Omar you may stay
at Risa for the rest of the
shore leave. When we do leave though then you shall be confined to your
quarters for an indefinite period. Is that understood?" She scowled
at him
with an expression that was anything but amused with the situation. His
triumphant smile vanished from his face.
"Just Another Lazy Shoreleave"
by
Lt. Janelle Reynolds CMO
Lt. Reynolds went to one of those tropical type restaurants,
one
where they put the cute little bamboo umbrellas in their drinks.
She didn't know anyone on the Galaxy and wasn't ready to meet
her medical team. That would come later.
She was set down in a small table outside near the waters
of Risa.
Looking up, she just fell in love with their three moons. The water
was so blue too that you couldn't distinguish where the sky met
the water. She said to herself, "Giselle would have loved this place."
Janelle didn't want to depress herself so she immediately
turned
her thoughts else where. She watch people at each of the tables,
watching their mannerisms and how they related to their dates.
She could tell who was justt on a date because they liked the
attention and those who were truely in love with their dates. She
got her food and ate along with her drink...umbrella and all.
With two more drinks under her belt, she was feeling a
bit tipsy
so she walked along the shoreline, barefoot, enjoying the soft
sand. It was even softer than the sands of Florida or even Hawaii.
She sat down, enjoying the reflections of the moons on the water.
She wished that she could stay there forever but she had a ship
to get back to.
Back on the ship, she went to Sickbay once more and sat
in her
office, reading up on medical journals she hadn't had a chance to
read. She'd remain there until it was bedtime.
"Return of Rebecca von Ernst"
Starring:
Commander Rebecca von Ernst
Holli von Ernst
(Minnesota, Earth)
With a strained 'grunt' of exertion, Commander Rebecca von Ernst
of Starfleet shoveled the steaming pile of warm cow dung off the floor
and
tossed it in the general direction of the barnyard compost heap.
>splut<
"How.."
>splut<
"..the mighty.."
>splut<
"..have fallen." The ancient quote escaped through
clenched teeth as aching
muscles heaved each successive mound of bovine excrement.
Rebecca, a waif-thin girl of diminutive proportions paused
in her efforts to
lean heavily on the large shovel and wipe the sweat from her pale freckled
face.
~~~ 6 weeks leave from the Galaxy.~~~ she mused wearily,
~~An unheard of
chance for rest and relaxation anywhere in the Federation, and what do
I
choose?~~~
She took a grim look about the snow-speckled Minnesotan
farmyard of her
youth. ~~~6 weeks of poop-patrol under the direction of Mommy-the-Hun~~~
she thought with a bemused sigh.
The Von Ernst dairy farm in rural South West Minnesota had never been
an
overly large operation even in its heyday, but even now with its reduced
output, there was plenty of chores to keep the owner and her freckled
faced
daughter quite busy.
Resting her chin for a moment on the handle of her down-turned
shovel,
Rebecca glanced across the yard at her beloved Momma who was busily applying
hammer and nails to a damaged fence section.
Even in this day of 24th century technological marvels,
Holli von Ernst, a
40ish woman with gray-streaked red hair preferred the ancient values of
doing things by hand.
Holli's aforementioned hair was pulled back into a tight
braid that hung
well below her knees as she pounded yet another stubborn nail into a
replacement crossbeam.
Rebecca smiled a small smile, feeling a nostalgic mix
of happy and sad
memories. Life on the farm always seemed like 'real-life' to her while
the
troubled years in Starfleet always took on a blurry imaginary quality.
Saving the universe was fantasy. Shoveling cow poop was real.
With a soft sigh, Rebecca blew a strand of red hair out of her face and
pondered her imminent return to that so-called fantasy.
A lackluster graduate of the Academy class of '74, Rebecca's
career had been
a in essence a comedy of errors, one after the other. If she were more
poetic, she might have described the experience as a piece of driftwood
caught on a rushing tidal-wave that while it swept her into ever higher
levels of achievement and promotion, at the same time destroyed everything
in its path leaving a wake of death and devastation.
Not the literary sort, however Rebecca merely thought
of it as an 'icky
experience.
~~~So why do I stay?~~~ she thought for the umpteenth
time in as many years.
~~~Mainly is it because I cant think of anything else
to do?~~~ That answer
seemed simplistic and naïve.
Another sigh.
"That poop isn't going to shovel itself sweetie!!"
Her mothers call
snapped Rebecca out of her reverie and brought a slight blush to her cheeks.
"Sorry Momma." She replied bending again to
her feces-flinging task.
"Just..ooof."
<splut>
"..taking."
<splut>
".a breather."
<splut>
Holli von Ernst watched her skinny daughter straining against the shovel
and
sighed. Rebecca's wild efforts were really not productive as all she was
managing to do was fling the poop in a random fashion. Once she left back
to the Galaxy Holli would have to re-do the whole compost pile herself.
Still..it was nice to have Rebecca home for a change.
Things got a bit
lonely all by herself on the farm, and now that Old Doc Cook the next
farm
over got bought out, there wasn't even any neighbors to chat with anymore.
Holli idly flicked some dirt off her hammer as she watched
Rebecca work.
She had to go back tonight. Back to the Galaxy. Back to dangerous aliens
and violent conflicts amongst the stars.
~~~..my little baby girl..~~~ Holli sighed in the futility
known by all
empty-nest parents.
Rebecca was grown up now. Older...more serious. She took
her duties to
Starfleet seriously, but it was obvious to Holli that her daughter derived
no joy from those duties. Where was the eager young officer from the
recruitment commercials? Nowhere. Just a burned out 27 year old going
through the motions.
~~~When did my daughter get so much older than me?~~~
Holli wondered.
The soft muffled chirp of an electronic device broke the silence of the
fall
air. Holli looked up to see Rebecca digging into the pockets of her cut-off
shorts to retrieve a small communicator pin.
She was close enough to overhear the ensuing conversation.
=/\= Sorry to interrupt your leave Commander.=/\=
a disembodied voice buzzed. =/\=.but Captain has new orders and
we're pulling out for Risa a bit early.=/\=
As Holli watched, Rebecca seemed to straighten up into
a stiff posture, and
a stern look of coldness washed over her pale freckled features.
"Acknowledged Lieutenant." Rebecca was saying.
" Standby to beam me to the
Galaxy, and assemble the Pre-Launch support team for a briefing in 15
minutes. Last departure was 12 minutes behind schedule and I don't want
a
repeat performance. Of that fiasco."
=/\=Copy that Ma'am. The team is already expecting
you.=/\=
Rebecca nodded to herself, and after a pause looked up
at her watchful
mother.
"Momma. . . .Im sorry but I.."
"...you have to go. I know baby." Holli finished
with a sad smile.
There was another awkward pause before Rebecca stepped
forward into her
mothers waiting embrace.
"I. .I. . I 'm so s..scared Momma." She breathed
into Holli's shoulder. "I.
. .I. . I d. . don't like myself when Im out there. . . .I. . . I'm just
so
scared."
For her part, all Holli could do was hug her daughter
tighter. She felt the
sharp relief of Rebecca's bony frame under her arms and worried. ~~~Losing
her mind. . .and losing her health. . . oh my baby.~~~ she fretted silently.
"There there now honey." She said aloud, reaching
up to wipe a tear from
Rebecca's cheek. "We cant have the Klingons and the Romulans seeing
you all
weepy-eyed now can we." Holli smiled. "Run along now and play
with your
alien friends and try not to break any laws of physics."
Rebecca crinkled her nose in a slight laugh. "O.
. .O okay Momma. I'll be
home for dinner." She joked sadly.
~~~I wish that would be true.~~~ Holli thought as she
crushed her daughter
in another hug. ~~~I wish it were true.~~~
She actually managed to keep the encouraging h smile on her face for several
minutes longer. It was only after Rebecca stepped back and faded into
a
sparkling shower of blue light , when Holli was truly alone again, that
the
smile faded and the tears came.
~~~Damn you Starfleet.~~~ she swore to herself. ~~~I don't
know what you
are doing to my daughter, but she better come back to me.~~~
For a long time the only sound that could be heard was
the wind through the
trees and the soft crying of a mother who had lost all she cherished.
"Communing with the Elements"
Sub-Commander Savar ir-Aihai tr'Khellian
The hike was refreshing. Challenging enough in its own way, though the
route
plotted out by the company he had engaged to provde a starting point,
equipment, and the hotel room for the night, was more suited to beginners
and intermediates than an experienced hiker-mountaineer like tr'Khellian.
Still - for better or worse - it meant he could concentrate less on where
he
was placing each foot, and had some time to think, to clear his head.
It seemed surreal, to be walking through Risian foothills,
on this strange,
sex-obsessed world, on the wrong side of the Neutral Zone. After hours
of
solitary walking, the sun climbing higher in the sky as midday approached,
the two days he had spent onboard the Galaxy seemed almost imaginary,
as if
from some incredibly strange but lucid dream. Had he really met those
people? Had he really relocated his life to what, a year ago, would have
been regarded as an enemy vessel? It seemed too far-fetched to be so.
Whereas this, this was.. what? More real? To be trundling
along in the
shadow of small, purple mountains on a Federation world? Nothing was real
any more. The last real thing he had experienced was narrowly avoiding
contracting bronchitis in that hovel on Galen III. That was the last time
when he felt a stable grip on reality, however grim that reality had been.
Since then, he felt lost in some sort of bizarre and threatening dream.
It
was like one of those dreams where you turned up for duty wearing nothing,
but worse - the shame you felt and the sneers of others were all the more
clear - and it had lasted two months.
In the early afternoon, Savar paused to rest under a solitary
tree by the
side of a babbling mountain stream. Using his scanner to test the purity
of
the water, he filled his bottle, and relished the icy burn of the crystal
clear liquid as he swallowed it. He washed his face in the chilly stream
and
sat back under the shade of the leafy tree. By his reckoning he had only
three miles left on today's route before he reached the hotel for the
evening. He was making rapid progress - not so fast as he might normally,
but he wasn't in the best of shape after recent.. adventures. But, by
the
Elements, it felt good to get out of those clinical, overwhelmingly grey
Federation confines. The Starbase had been the worst, but the Galaxy was
scarcely better. Here, there was nothing between the earth, the water,
and
the air - three Elements in perfect, vocal harmony. That was why he loved
the mountains, loved to spend the night out under the stars, lighting
a fire
at a campsite near to a stream, to complete the set of four Elements,
to
invite the insight of the Archelement. There was something other-worldly,
almost ethereal, about that experience. He never felt more at peace. He
would have liked to have camped out rather than spend the night in a hotel
-
frivolous luxury - but the tourist authorities had advised against it,
citing wild animals, sudden temperature drops and even electrical storms
as
reasons to avoid such plans. Savar had been highly sceptical but with
no
time to double-check such claims, had plumped for the easiest option.
He resumed his trek after fifteen minutes, pausing to
collect a few pieces
of wood and an interesting stone from the area, stowing them carefully
in
his rucksack for use in carving, later. After another hour's walking through
the hills, during which time he silently overtook a number of other hikers,
the mountain-side hotel came into view in the distance. Using an electronic
eye-glass, he surveyed it from afar and was pleasantly surprised - domes
of
glass and spires of green steel and wood, surrounded by a small pine wood
-
a refreshing change from boring, smooth grey.
His spirits rose as he approached his resting place for
the night, allowing
his mind to empty of all his thoughts, ignoring his life situation for
now
in simple appreciation of the landscape and the clear, fresh mountain
air.
Skirting a lake towards the end of his journey, he smiled at the rare
sight - rare for him at least - of children, frolicking at the water's
edge,
some sort of wooly creature playing alongside them, making gruff noises.
The
children's parents were watching on, fondly, then realised the presence
of
another, and turned to look at him. An expression of horror crossed their
faces at the sight of a Romulan suddenly intruding on their family outing,
the woman's mouth beginning to gibber as if tr'Khellian had come armed
with
a disruptor cannon to slaughter them all with. Savar hurried onwards,
shaking his head, trying not to let the negative thoughts return. Perhaps
their reaction was natural. His people had acquired a reputation through
their own actions - actions he had himself denounced, which had put him
in
this very position. But still, he could not help but feel aggreived.
By the time he reached the hotel, not even the sharp,
clean smell of pine
could uplift his mood. He paid little attention to the architecture he
had
previously admired from afar, checked in with haste, and retired to his
room. Stripping off the warm, figure-hugging clothing he had selected
for
the hiking trip, he got into the shower - a real shower, with real hot
water, not these despicable things the Starfleet used, bombaring you with
sonic waves to shake the dirt off - how revolting! The heat eased some
of
the tension in his bunched-up muscles, and the wind down left him feeling
more weary and exhausted than anything else.
After dressing in simple, comfortable clothes, he picked
up one of the
towels the hotel had provided and left his room. He was determined to
try
out this 'Risian sauna', whatever it might be; though he was naturally
suspicious of new experiences, he was also very much aware that he had
paid
for the privilege. He asked directions from a porter, and set off. Ten
minutes later, he was lost. Somehow he had managed to end up on the northern
side of the hotel, in a long room whose outer wall and ceiling were made
entirely of glass. It gave a wonderful, panoramic view of the landscape
outside, darkening as the sun set, the Risian moon beginning to rise,
a few
bolder stars becoming visible in the night sky. Savar stood there for
a
moment, caught in the beauty of it all, and did not realise that he was,
again, intruding. A robed man was kneeling on a mat, his eyes half-closed,
apparently in a meditative rest. The light was murky, and so Savar could
not
make out the man's features. But he needed to get past him, in order to
exit
at the far end of the room. It seemed the only way to get back on track.
He approached, stealthily, trying not to disturb the man,
but as he came
closer his eyes picked up the unmistakable point of Vulcanoid ears. Had
he
stumbled across a Vulcan meditator, here on Risa? Was it possible? He
paused, uncertain of how to proceed, not wishing to be rude, but also
not
wishing to pass up the opportunity of dialogue with a Vulcan. For though
he
thought the Vulcan reunification movement foolhardy and idealistic, he
certainly did not see it as a threat, and sympathised with many of their
aims.
He crept a little closer. At that moment, the sun reached
the horizon, and a
red crack of light escaped beneath the cloud that it had been sinking
into.
It lit up the meditator's face, and Savar gave an audible gasp when the
raised bone structure of the man's forehead was suddenly revealed.
It was Senator Omar.
"Friends"
Sub-Commander Savar ir-Aihai tr'Khellian
&
Junior Senator Ramir Omar
Omar's eyes flicked open at the sound of Savar's gasp. Tr'Khellian took
a
step backwards, his mind already racing with the social ramifications
and
embarrassment inherent in this position. He had never expected to meet
another Romulan on this side of the Neutral Zone - and certainly not a
junior member of the Rihannsu Senate, and certainly not on Risa, and
certainly not... meditating!
When two Romulans meet, the protocol is defined on the
spot, at that minute,
by their relative positions and ranks. A low-ranking officer onboard a
Galae
vessel would be most deferent to his Leih, his Captain, if they were to
meet
to discuss military matters; but if that low-ranking officer were the
head
of a patriciate House, and the Leih were to be consulting him on matters
related to that house, the deference would be duly reversed. Both rank
and
position were minutely considered in the sometimes tortuous Rihannsu social
system. But situations such as this were not provided for in any of the
literature. Omar was a Senator, tr'Khellian the son of a Senator; Omar
was a
politician, tr'Khellian a military officer; this was a chance encounter
-
and they were not even in Romulan space - and what business had they to
discuss?
In the few seconds Savar's mind had grappled with the
awkwardness of the
situation, Omar had hurriedly risen to his feet. The two men opted for
the
safest and most respectful form of greeting, and bowed to each other.
"Jolan'tru, Senator," tr'Khellian said, unable
to keep his surprise from
entering his voice. "I am.. surprised to see you here."
"Jolan'tru, Sub-Commander," Ramir replied, guardedly,
a suspicious look in
his eyes. "I might say the same."
"What are you doing here, Senator?"
"I was enjoying the silence," Omar said to Savar.
"I was fighting with
Klingons earlier and I came to this place to recuperate."
"Senator? A doctor has healed your wounds-"
Omar quickly raised his left hand and Savar paused. Omar
smiled to himself.
Even though this military officer had been exiled then he acted with the
perfect training of a member of the patriciate class. He politely deferred
to the Senator.
"I have been healed physically but my mind is a rather
different matter and
it has to be returned to the calm that it had attained."
So he *was* meditating! A junior member of the Romulan
Senate, doing Vulcan
meditation? Savar was too shocked to process the information, let alone
discuss it. He looked at a Horga'hn Statue that the senator was holding.
"The purpose of that?" he asked of Omar.
"Senators rarely have chances to relax with females.
We do not ignore these
type of opportunities." His eyes were still very suspicious. "Do
you have a
reason for being very nearby to my location? That is apart from
surveying Romulan Senators?" A great amount of irritation entered
into his
voice. It was extremely unfortunate that he had just been discovered to
be
delving into Vulcan meditations and it was unfortunate to an even greater
extent that it had been a Romulan who had been the finder of his meditation.
"I was relaxing," Savar said to the senator.
When Omar glanced at his rather
decorative Horga'hn Statue with a questioning look then Savar hastily
added
to the sentence. "My methods of relaxation are rather different from
yours."
Omar did not reply to that. He was trying to calm himself.
He reasoned that
Savar was a Romulan exile and that nobody would believe that he was truthful
if he decided to talk to the Senate about the meditations.
For several very long seconds then there was an uneasy
silence. The
conversation again seemed to be steering itself back to Vulcan meditations.
Finally then Omar spoke to Savar.
"You are partially fortunate that you are not at
Romulus."
"Really?" Savar was highly sceptical about that.
"Yes. The reconstructed Senate is very unstable.
The Praetor herself has
just managed to escape from an assassination attempt no less than four
times
during the previous month alone."
"Really?" Savar said to the senator again but
this time it was with interest
instead of sheer disbelief. Romulan politics fascinated him and he had
not
been aware of this fact. Of course, such news would never be allowed to
leave ch'Rihan, let alone the Star Empire itself. The information Omar
had
just revealed made Savar feel his isolation all the more keenly. An idea
started to form in his mind. He had something over this man - this man
who
could be a useful link right back to the very Senate that had exiled him.
"Yes." Omar then removed a bottle of authentic
Romulan Ale from his bag.
"This place has an excellent bar. We can discuss all of these matters
further. The last time that I drank one whole bottle of this liquid though
then. I would rather not repeat that experience but I don't wish to discuss
politics without alcohol." He was definitely not smiling at Savar
but the
suspicious look was gone from his eyes. "Would you like to have a
drink of
Romulan Ale Sub-Commander?"
"Alas, Senator," Savar replied, grimly, "I
do not enjoy the protections of
diplomatic immunity." He had met Omar once, in 2368, whilst home
on
shoreleave, at a diplomatic function. He had attended with his father,
Senator Belar, and Omar had been officially appointed Ambassador to the
Federation at that ceremony. Omar's meteoric promotion had been a cause
of
surprise to most observers. Within nine short months, he had become Senator
for a large city on the western continent, and been given this crucial,
prestigious posting. Belar had remarked in private that it could only
have
been the Omar family's vast wealth - new money, of course, not like the
old
landed elite - that had landed him such an assignment. Savar concurred
at
the time, but this revelation of Omar's interest in Vulcan practices would
force a reassessment.
"Then perhaps we can retire to my suite," Omar
suggested.
"That would be agreeable," Savar said, nodding.
He hadn't tasted Romulan ale
in quite some time, and knew Omar's collection would be most fine - his
family had reputedly made quite a lot of money about five years ago from
an
enormously lucrative alcohol contract. The two Rihannsu walked back along
the corridor towards the staircase that would lead to Omar's chambers.
"Forgive me, Senator," Savar said politely, "but is it
really necessary to
travel across the Federation to Risa, just to enjoy the company of women?
Surely there are places closer to Deep Space Nine?"
"Ah, but I am no longer stationed on DS9," Omar
smirked. "I recently
transferred to the Federation flagship, USS Galaxy."
Savar was again stunned into silence. He had to assume
Omar knew that he was
already exiled and stationed on the Galaxy, since he had not reacted with
sufficient surprise when they first met to suggest otherwise. Perhaps
his
luck was improving. "I see. I am fortunate then, to have a compatriot
onboard the Galaxy."
"Indeed," Omar remarked without a trace of emotion.
Tr'Khellian glanced at the bourgeois Senator, wondering
if he, too, shared
the sentiment of his colleagues who had exiled the Sub-Commander. Well,
if
he did, their relationship would be less than cordial - but that was
irrelevant. They both knew that Savar had stumbled across something
valuable.
Within minutes they were seated in Omar's chambers. The
Senator had poured
them both a glass of Romulan ale. Lifting their glasses, they toasted
one
another politely, before drinking some of the fiery blue liquid. Savar
smiled as the vintage beverage stung his throat. "It has been too
long since
I felt the burn of such good ale, Senator Omar," he smiled, gratefully.
"Indeed, it is a good year," Ramir smiled back.
"So tell me. What news from the homeworld?"
"The Remans are not returning to the mines quietly,"
Omar said to Savar with
a great amount of regret. "A group of mercenaries are assisting with
their efforts. My father himself is leading Romulan soldiers to eliminate
these rebels." His irritation turned to pride. "The Tal Shiar
have forced
most of them to return to Remus but some of them are incredibly stubborn
and
it has even been rumoured that the schematics of the Reman Warbird Scimitar
are going to be put onto the Romulan black market."
When the powerful Scimitar was mentioned then Savar again
felt regret that
he had been unable to return to Romulus prior to the departure of Lord
Shinzon. But the talk of using foreign mercenaries to force the Remans
back
into slavery was simply abominable. "What of my father?" he
asked of Omar.
The senator put down his glass onto the pine table and
turned to Savar.
"Your father has returned to the Senate. He is as proud as ever but
his
prestige is not as high considering these recent events."
Savar understood the rather obvious implication. "I
do not regret any of my
actions," he said to the senator defensively.
Omar laughed slightly at his response. "I do agree
with you that the Senate
can be rather militaristic occasionally but there was just no need for
that
type of extremely radical actions."
"With respect Senator: nonsense."
"Would you care to enlighten me?" Omar was genuinely
curious about the
circumstances that had led to those actions.
"Why do you think Shinzon was able to lead the Remans
into all-out war
against ch'Rihan?" he demanded. "Do you seriously think it was
because he
was rather persuasive and they were bored of working in the mines?"
Omar
made a bland facial expression as if to admit that same possibility.
"Centuries of oppression, Senator, that's what forced the Remans
into
rebellion," he snapped, his eyes flashing angrily. "What right
do we have to
subjugate those people - or anyone else? What right do we have to force
them
into slavery?"
Omar sneered. "Have you ever seen a Reman, Sub-Commander?
They are inferior
genetic material. They are lucky that we allow them to serve the Empire
instead of exterminating them."
"Lucky? How lucky would you consider yourself if
you had been born a Reman
slave rather than the son of wealthy merchants, Senator Omar?" Savar
shook
his head and downed another mouthful of ale. "It's happening all
over
Romulan space - the Remans are just the first. The blowback has only just
begun - this is the cost of empire, Senator."
"We have defeated the Remans, Sub-Commander,"
Ramir bit back. "We shall
defeat anyone else who defies us."
"At what cost?" tr'Khellian spat. "The
entire Senate was massacred! My
father only survived because he was fighting off a disease, and
your life was only spared because you were on the wrong side of the Neutral
Zone. Not to mention our losses. The Dominion War claimed a third of our
fleet, Senator; defeating the Reman Rebellion cost us a dozen more ships
and
thousands of men - and the rebellion continues still! We cannot continue
annexing new territory, raping barely-subjugated worlds of their resources
to fuel further expansion, using enslaved troops to fight our battles,
then
profess surprise when the slaves rise up against us."
Omar stood. "What would you have us be Sub-Commander?
Pathetic pacifists? We
have taken a large number of casualties against the Dominion and against
the
Remans but we have prevailed!"
"We have never been weaker," Savar countered.
"We cannot sustain these
losses indefinitely and just carry on the way we have been doing."
"Yes We Shall! We Are The Romulans! It is our great
destiny to be the great
empire that we are! You do say that the Remans are not inferior to us!
Would
you ever get married to a Reman Sub-Commander?"
"No, but I fail to see--"
"Exactly!"
"If you care not for the Remans, surely you have
some consideration for the
men and women who died in these needless conflicts?" tr'Khellian
demanded.
He was not far away from citing his own considerable campaign experience
and
using it to override this former science officer's naivete. He doubted
Omar
had ever been in battle, and as for his father, he had earned little
independent respect in Galae circles. Most of the fleet despised him for
his
Tal Shiar connections - and that included Savar.
"Those soldiers knew that they might be honourably
killed at a battlefield!"
Ramir declared.
"Where is the mnhei'sahe [honour] in dying in a pointless
conflict we
brought upon ourselves?" Savar demanded, about to launch into a rendition
of
the passage on what Romulans call 'mnhei'sahe' from his now-infamous speech
to the Senate.
However then Omar interrupted him. The senator was trembling
with pure rage.
"You do speak of the cost of empire but what of the cost of being
an utterly
subjugated people Sub-Commander? Would you prefer to have us to be a
subjugated people?"
Savar shook his head in a gesture of contempt. "If
you really think there is
such a dichotomous choice between slavery or slave-owning, then you really
have no conception of state craft, Senator. I cannot believe this is so."
As
heated as this debate was getting, as enraged as Omar clearly was, Savar
was
careful to leave him the opportunity to regain 'dathe', to save face.
This
was critical for Rihannsu in all discourse. If either party lost face
irrevocably, this was a 'khlihlan', a loss of honour, a grave result for
any
exchange, and not one easily forgotten. It was considered the height of
bad
manners and wars had been fought over lesser things.
"Surely you can see, Senator, that constant expansion
and the subjugation of
peoples makes us weaker, not stronger? I am not calling for disarmament,
or
for pacifism, merely for an end to aggrandisement for its own sake, for
a
period of consolidation and co-operation with the Empire's subject worlds."
He paused for a moment. "Though I have to say, Senator, that I find
it
remarkable that someone with such an 'interest' in Vulcan would refer
to
pacifists as 'pathetic'."
Omar looked as if he was going to roar with anger. He
stood trembling with
rage for several seconds. Finally then he spoke to Savar.
"My interest with Vulcans is none of your concern
Subcommander. I do not
believe that pacifism itself is pathetic merely that Romulan pacifists
are
pathetic. I can agree with consolidation of our territory. However than
we
do not negotiate with our subjects! We Are Romulans! When we conquered
those
species then they lost their ability for freedom! If we negotiate with
them
then we are no longer an empire! I am sorry for the fact that you do not
know that there is not an obvious answer to a problem. If there was then
do
you not think that politics would be very easy?" He was nearly shouting
at
Savar. "If it is not pacifism that you are saying to me then what
is it?
Democracy? We are a proud empire and not a rather pathetic grouping of
planets!"
Tr'Khellian resisted the urge to smirk. Omar had clearly
revealed his
vulnerability in the area of his Vulcanophilia, and was so enraged that
he
was becoming irrational. Just what Savar had intened. "In fairness,
Senator,
it is you who takes the 'obvious' line. I am proposing something 'radical',
as you yourself pointed out. But it is not as if I am really suggesting
democracy, despite what the Federation has achieved with it," Savar
replied,
maintaing a level tone in the face of Omar's shrieking.
"Humans are very cunning!" Omar hissed at Savar.
"Do trust me. I have human
friends and they are very resourceful."
"As are we," Savar said to the senator.
Omar did not reply to that. He sat down and then drank
all of the ale
contained within of his glass to calm
himself. "Even if I did agree with you then it would not be my place
to
alter our empire as radically as that."
"Of course not," Savar replied evenly, taking
another mouthful of Romulan
ale. "It would be a project too vast for any one man. A project requiring
a
new mentality from the ruling class and its military servants. I am no
idealist, Senator, I do not expect a change overnight. But I *do* see
more
trouble on the horizon for the Empire if it continues on its present
course."
Omar would have replied, but at that moment came a strange
chirping noise.
Savar reached into his pocket and took out the Starfleet commbadge. It
seemed such an alien object in the palm of his hand, a thousand light
years
away from the things these two Romulans had been discussing so heatedly
in
their native tongue. He pressed it lightly.
"All personnel from USS Galaxy are instructed
to return to the vessel as soon as possible. Shoreleave is being cut short.
We have new orders. Repeat, all personnel must return aboard immediately."
Tr'Khellian looked back to Omar. "It seems we must
cut short our discussion,
Senator. I hope we can resume it aboard the Galaxy at another time."
He rose
from his chair. "Thank you for the ale."
Omar rose also, and the two men bowed to each other, though
it was clear
that Omar was still fuming and Savar's own passions were running high.
Formal politeness helped smooth over many awkward occasions - this was
one
of them. Omar had nothing but contempt for this 'pathetic, pacifist' exile,
whilst Savar looked down on Omar as socially inferior and militarily -
and
possibly politically - inept and unimaginative. It seemed a typically
Romulan relationship had been established: they cordially detested each
other, but were now bound to each other, not only through race, but by
mutual knowledge -- Omar was a direct link back to the Senate, and could
foil any attempt Savar made to rebuild his career; but tr'Khellian had
seen
something he really shouldn't have, and if Omar's links to the reunification
movement were exposed, his career would be wrecked, too. And at the moment,
Omar appeared to have most to lose.
Savar smiled for the first time in too long as he thew
his things together
in his bag. He had made a 'friend' today.
"You Name it"
By:
Lt (jg) Kay MacFarland,
Science Officer (APC)
Lt (jg) Dr. Klaus Fienberg,
Medical Officer
**Holodeck 2**
Kay is walking towards the holodeck where her
boyfriend Klaus was at. The young redhaired woman was
planning to get her boyfriend to Risa one way or
another, so the young half Betazoid walked towards the
holodeck wearing an red two-piece swimsuit and walked
right into the holodeck.
With Ren in hand he darted through the pretend
Ventnor. Thinking "Screw
it"
he looked behind him and yelled "ARCH!" Looking
forward he could do
nothing
but scream like a little girl. "H....hi."
Kay walked up toward his handsome, German boyfriend
"Lovely to see you too lover." she replied in her
Scotish voice.
"So......You got any holodeck time? Where-ever you
want." His paranoia
was
knocking with full force. 'She's one of them. She
wants to take you to
Risa.
EVIL!' were t! he only thoughts in his head. He began to
sweat terribly.
Ren
howled a little bit and wriggled as if to say "Get on
with it, just
go."
"So do you want to do to Risa with me, or do I have
to
tie you up and take you? Because I was hoping you can
do that to me at my house on Risa."
Dok kinda flinched a little bit, remember the last
time he was tied up
on
Risa. "Uh.....um....."
It was as if two voices started arguing in his head.
"Don't go you
idiot!
Remember last time?" "Go on ahead, it's not like
you're a swinger
anymore.
You're a one woman man!" "SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW
WHAT'S IN THAT
HOUSE!"
"Uh, um......" Dumbfounded, he finally said,
"ok."
while remaining very
reluctant.
An few minutes later both officers beamed down at
Kay's house that was giving to her by Rose MacAllen.
The young woman sat the man on the floor by an leather
black couch and started to rub his shoulders and back
while trying to make him relax and horny.
Still nervous as hell, "Well, this isn't so bad."
He
was jittery to the
point of Seisure.
Ren was nowhere to be seen. He was finally starting to
relax, when he
heard
a noise in the background. He jumped and looked
torward it.
"Are you ok my love? I can stop if you like?"
Kay
asked while kissing his neck gentle.
"No, it's just that I had some bizarre times down
here."
He calmed down and became putty in her hands.
"So what now love, you can do anything you want with
me."
"Come Now, I am a guest in your home, it is your
choice my dear."
Kay sat on his lap in front of the roaning fire place
and told him, "Your my master and I been very bad."
Finally totally calm, the gentleman felt the wolf in
his belly.
"OH? What did you do? I need to know how to punish
your."
Kay starts to purr like an kitten and smiles, "An
way
you want."
"I see, been bad eh?" He began to massage her
body in
random points. He
also
started kissing his neck and cheeks.
The Makeout sorrta spawned at this point, and midway
they both stood
up.
This was somewhat awkward, so they rushed to the Bed
Room and continued
their little make out.
Kay giggles while Klaus walked her toward her bedroom,
"What if I try to escape and you know I'm an wildcat."
"Well, I am in the lair of this wildcat, technically
I'm an invader. I
don't
really know if you'll escape, but it's likely, but if
you do I'll catch
you."
"Really now, ready set go!" the young woman
said while
running around the bedroom and though out the house."
Klaus took chase. The Blood was pumping, a good thing.
He started to
catch
up.
Then the young woman fell on the floor when Klaus
catch her, she grins at him, "I'm yours now, do
anything you want with me."
With! an Almost Evil smirk, Klaus Hoisted her up and
carried her back to
the
bed.
"Really?"
"Yes really sir!"
Plopping her down on the bed, he removed his shirt.
"Well, you asked
for
it!"
"I love you Imazdi!"
OOC: Lets just end it there, you make
your own Conclusions. Gotta get into the real meat of my Risa Arch.
"The IceQueen Cometh"
by
Rebecca von Ernst,
Chief Executive Officer
The familiar sights and sounds of the USS Galaxy drifted
into Rebecca von Ernst's awareness just as she faded into view atop the
Main Transporter dais.
The long trip from Earth to Risa aboard a cramped Runabout
was finally over,
and she was at last back aboard her personal albatross.
The young XO waited patiently for the suspensor field
to release its grip on
her before stepping off the platform and back aboard Starfleet's newest
Battlewagon.
"Welcome back Commander." The Transporter chief
behind the console offered
with a hopeful expression. "Enjoy your time on Earth?"
Without a word Rebecca turned to study the Chief as if
he was a bug on a
mounting pin, and narrowed her brown eyes critically.
Never known for her socialization skills, the petite redhead
had slowly
modified her adolescent shyness into the pinnacle of detached
emotionlessness. Social entanglements were messy and inefficient. Chit
chat was not necessary in the performance of her duties as First Officer
and
thus habitually ignored.
Still..this Chief was the first crewman in a long time
to dare speak
casually to the infamous Ice Queen of the Galaxy, so Rebecca continued
to
study him as if trying to isolate the source of his brashness.
The chief shifted his weight uncomfortably under that
gaze which seemed to
last for several agonizing minutes.
Finally, Rebecca decided that the insignificant man before
her had no real
bearing on her duties and without deigning to offer a reply, she turned
neatly on a heel and strode out of the transporter room leaving the Chief
alone to breathe a sigh of relief.
~~~What the Snarf was I thinking?~~~ he berated himself
when she was gone,
~~~Trying to make smalltalk with the Ice Queen?~~~
Outside in the hall, Rebecca ran into a veritable beehive
of activity. What with Galaxy preparing to leave Risan orbit within the
hour, the passageways were chock full with crewmembers stowing various
gear and supplies in every available nook and cranny.
She recoiled a bit nervously as the swarm of pressing
bodies threatened to
crush her helplessly against the bulkhead, her natural aversion to people
in
general briefly overcoming her stern demeanor. A lumbering team of 6 foot
tall Ensigns wrestling with a cargo pallet dwarfed her own waifish 5-foot
frame as they went by barely noticing her.
It was only when a large Bolian lugging a mysterious lumpy
package
inadvertently bumped into her eliciting a small squeal of surprise did
the
assembled crew take note of who exactly it was that had materialized in
their midst.
"Great Gotan's Goat!!" someone swore, "It's
the. . . .Queen."
Startled crewmen paused in their tasks, some almost dropping
their bundles
in surprise as they took note of Rebecca.
Commander von Ernst (the Ice Queen) had been offship for
the last 6 weeks
and the crew had almost forgotten her icy cold discipline. They had
relegated her to no more than a distant unpleasant memory. They thought
her
endless drills and inspections, and impossibly high standards of performance
were likewise a thing of the past.
Rebecca's natural fear of being in such a small crowded
hallway faded into a
frozen mask of emotionlessness as the tiny redhead drew upon the pain
in her
soul and channeled it into disdain for those around her.
For the last six weeks she had been a simple farm girl on earth, but now
it
was back to the bloody business of Starfleet, and playtime was over.
There was an eerie silence as she considered those assembled.
Finally she said, "Pre-launch countdown is in effect
people and it seems you
are behind schedule." Her soft whispery voice was barely audible
yet
brooked no argument. "Finish stowing this gear in an orderly fashion,
and
clear MY passageways of obstructions."
A smattering of mumbled. 'Aye ayes', and 'yes ma'ams'.
Another pause.
"Well. . . . .then MOVE!" The latter word came
out as a whispered hiss, and
the crowd popped into motion again.
Rebecca stood in the midst of it all for several minutes..an
immobile rock
in the river of humanity (and inhumanity) observing it all with a critical
eye.
Her memory taking quick notes in the back of her mind
to bring up and
forthcoming crew evaluations.
One thing the crew of the Galaxy had learned..if you screwed
up..no matter
how trivial...the XO would remember it weeks or even months down the line.
Finally satisfied that the traffic patterns had smoothed
out, Rebecca wormed
her way into the flow and at length made her way to her Deck 8 XO's office
just a few doors down from her cabin on the Starboard side of the Saucer.
Similar in arrangement to the Captain's Ready Room on
Deck 1, Rebecca used
this space and a work area for the never-ending list of jobs her position
required.
Almost as soon as she established herself behind her small
desk, a virtual
swarm of yeomen descended upon her bearing PADD's with all manner of
checklists for her to sign off on.
Matters too trivial for the Captains notice always got
flagged to her
attention. Oh well that's what an XO was for.
As First Officer, it was Rebecca's job to ensure the smooth
day-to-day
running of the Galaxy thus allowing the Captain the freedom to make
necessary decisions without needless distractions.
Cargo Manifests
Efficiency Reports
Crew Transfers
Routine Diagnostic Results
ETC
ETC
All of it had to be skimmed over and either signed off
on, or bumped
upstairs to the Captain for his input.
Rebecca rarely bumped things to the Captain however, and
viewed anything she
could not handle personally as a failure on her part.
Speaking of the Captain...it was time she met the new CO. Her memory
supplied the name quickly...M'Kantu.
Yes that was it.
“The Betrayal.”
February Of 2370.
At Romulan Military Headquarters.
“Who was this pathetic alien who nearly destroyed
the Romulan Senate?”
Ramir Omar walked to the interrogation room with Centurion
Rakar.
“We are unsure of that Senator. We do suspect that
he might be a mercenary.”
“It shall be revealed to us when the Tal Shiar interrogates
him.”
“You Are Correct Senator,” The centurion said
to the senator. He had a
particular disliking to the senator for he was the only son of the very
ruthless Admiral Omar who was very greatly despised by much of the Romulan
military for having a very large number of Tal Shiar friends.
The senator walked into the room and was then utterly
surprised by the
prisoner. He was a Vulcan male. Multiple bruises were covering much of
his
face but Omar was able to recognise him. It was a member of the Vulcan
group
that had been founded by the legendary Spock. This unfortunate Vulcan
had
been looking at Omar while Spock had been training him.
It was obvious that the man recognised Omar. He looked
at him.
“Senator Omar?”
Unfortunately then Omar knew that this man would be talking
to the Tal Shiar
interrogator. When he did talk to the interrogator then Omar would become
to
be a criminal. That could not be allowed to happen to him.
“You are to kill him,” he said to Rakar.
“Sir?”
“You are to kill him,” Omar then looked at
Rakar with annoyance. “Do you
have a problem with that?”
“Sir The Tal Shiar interrogator is due to-”
“You are to kill him. Is there a problem with that
Centurion?” He greatly
emphasised the rank of Rakar but not with a respectful tone of voice.
“Aye sir.” It was fortunate for the senator that Rakar did
eventually very
reluctantly decide to comply with the command to kill the prisoner. As
the
phaser beam sounded then Omar did not look at his prisoner for he knew
that
he would witness the look of one who has been utterly betrayed by a senator
who had been trusted by Spock himself.
“The Betrayal: Part 2.”
December Of 2374.
At Romulan Military Headquarters.
“It is your brother who has disgraced the Tal Shiar
And Your Family!”
Admiral Omar had been shouting at Centurion Rakar for
the last ten minutes.
It was just because of the fact that his only brother who was Rekar had
been
unable to give to the Tal Shiar the new vessel that Starfleet had created
for combat. About two weeks ago then his brother had said to him that
it was
named the Prometheus. Unfortunately then Starfleet had captured his brother
and the Prometheus had managed to destroy one Romulan Warbird. Rakar had
been utterly disgraced by the actions of his brother.
Senator Omar stood behind of his father. He looked as
utterly confident as
ever and it added to the anger that Rakar was feeling against the Omar
family.
Suddenly then Rakar interrupted the constant shouting of Admiral Omar.
“Is there a way to compensate for this disgrace?”
he asked of the admiral
who stopped with the discipline of Rakar.
“There is a way to compensate for this disgrace.”
He handed to Rakar an
electronically powered notepad. It had the names of two Vulcan prisoners.
“You are to kill them,” Admiral Omar calmly said to Rakar.
He was unsure of
why exactly it was that his only son wanted to kill these Vulcans. It
was
obvious that he had given to his only son his hatred of Vulcans and that
was
not a problem to him.
“Very well then.” Rakar left from the office
of Admiral Omar. It was with a
great amount of reluctance that he had agreed with the assignment but
he did
not wish to live with that type of disgrace. It was troubling to him that
Senator Omar seemed to just have a hatred to captured Vulcans. He had
only
expressed a very small amount of disliking to Vulcans who were living
at
Romulus.
It was as if he did not wish to allow for them to talk
to the interrogators.
"A Day at the Circus"
by
Legate Kylar Curran
*** Ten-Forward Lounge ***
"Yes, yes, yes! Everything is so splendid, Legate!"
The Risian Ambassador,
Jonas Galali, positively beamed from ear to ear, betraying the leisurely
attitudes of the planet he hailed from.
"Now, it isn't the same as the real thing, mind you!"
The short, plumpish
man, nodding at everyone who came near him, shaking hands with those who
had
time, now sat at the bar, engaged in a banter with Erin Friel. The redhead
gave her best smile, but shook off his advances.
"I told you, Ambassador, I couldn't possibly leave
this wonderful crew! And there is a certain someone keeping me here, after
all." She wiped the bar counter down with a silver kerchief where
Galali had sloshed some Risian Amber Ale in grandiose fashion. He'd brought
it on board with him and decided to share it with his companion, the Kelvan.
Kylar Curran, Chief Federation Liaison Officer to the
Galaxy, was pained by the laxness of the Ambassador's attitude. How
could the Federation send this idiot to negotiate with a new species?
This fool, representing the Federation? He groaned.
This distracted the flamboyant Ambassador from courting
the bartender for the moment. Erin took the opportunity to conspicuously
desert her patrons.
"Is something the matter, Legate?
The alcohol getting to you? I've heard about Kelvan digestive systems
not holding their liquor. Is that the case?" Ramble, ramble, ramble.
This man gave him a headache.
"No, Ambassador, it isn't the alcohol." He swished
his golden liquid
around. He'd hardly touched it. The Ambassador was right about Kelvan
tolerance for alcohol.
"Oh, then it is my zest for life that bothers you!
I almost forgot...
Kelvans have no sense of fun." He took a swig of Ale and returned
to
macking Erin, but she'd disappeared out back, to be replaced by an
El-Aurian. He beamed, but was cut off before he could open his mouth.
"Don't even try it, Ambassador." She held up
a hand, twirling the ring on her third finger. "I'm happily married."
Curran shook his head. He almost wished Brhode was
here. *Almost*.
The Lounge was fairly busy. The crew, having little to
do this mission,
simply carried over their shore leave to the ship. Since the Galaxy was
on
patrolling duties for the next month, the only personnel with any kind
of
work to do are Sciences and Engineering. Maybe Operations as well, acting
as
referee in power distribution over conflicting requisitions.
Only his higher clearance had allowed him to over-ride
scheduled slots in
Holodeck 1 as well. He'd arrived to find a group of junior officers
gathered in angry protest that their rock-climbing trip had been cancelled.
Only the threat of having Security remove them allowed them through.
The Risian Ambassador had generated a recreation of his
home planet. Curran
had escaped it while at the real thing, but Galali hardly let him go from
the holodeck. He was forced to endure women, dance, and song.
And now he was being enticed to drink. He could already
feel his pores sweating out the little alcohol he had to drink. It only
enhanced the agitation of being trapped under Terran skin.
"Legate, I want that Karyn Dallas to accompany me
on the delegation." Curran would've spewed out his drink, if he'd
be drinking. He only had the amber liquid touch his lips to simulate it.
The idea struck him like a ton of bricks.
"Ambassador, she is not a delegate, or diplomatic
in any way. She
single-handedly brought the Federation to the brink of economic ruin."
He
wanted to slam down his glass, but refrained from letting his anger rise
to
the surface. It would do no good to let this Risian get to him.
"Decidedly so, Legate, but nevertheless..."
He cast a dangerous eye over the
lip of his glass, and slammed it down, gesturing Zerhi for a refill. "It
isn't up to you. It's up to me. Maybe I could teach her a thing or two."
Wonderful. It's like the blind leading the blind. They
should both be
dropped into the ocean. Good riddance. Curran coughed.
"You have a problem with my methods, Legate? Well,
never you mind. I am a
member of the Federation Council for a reason, and I'm not here to impress
you. I have a job to do, and I'm going to damn well do it."
[Legate Curran. We've just entered orbit around Quentin.
We are receiving a transmission from the Observational Team on the surface]
Curtis Geluf, prompt and always at the fulcrum of things.
"Thank you, Mr. Geluf. Direct the communication to
myself at this
commline."
[Aye, sir. Quentin, go ahead. Legate Curran is on
the line.] The audible switch echoed as the lines converged.
[Good morning, Legate! I trust the Ambassador is with
you?] The voice, distinctly female, tunneled through but sounded
faint.
"Good morning as well, Commander Creighton!"
Jonas had leaned into Curran
so that he could be heard clearly.
"Mr. Geluf, is there any way to boost the signal?"
Curran picked off his
communicator and placed it on the counter to keep old beer-breath away
from
him.
[That would be us, Legate. The Quentites have developed
radio technologies that could possibly intercept our messages, so we're
on a low band.]
"Then I suggest we keep our conversation short and
to the point, Commander."
[I agree, Legate. Ambassador! We are pleased to invite
you and your delegation party to our humble abode. Please join us. We
have much to discuss about the planet and its inhabitants.]
"We shall depart immediately, then Commander!"
[Excellent. I am transmitting our coordinates now.
In one hour, then?]
"One hour exactly. I've brought some Risian Amber
Ale for us to celebrate
with!" Jonas grinned and rubbed his hands excitedly. Curran raised
an
eyebrow.
[None for me, thanks, but the others here may appreciate
a little reminder of everyone's favourite planet. Until then, Creighton
out.] The transmission cut.
"Are you ready, Legate?"
"Let me gather your data packets and I will deliver
them to Transporter Room
2 for your delegation's beamdown." Curran slid off his barstool,
and
smoothed out his uniform. He re-attached the communicator to his jacket's
lapel.
"Yu aren't getting away that easy, Legate. You're
coming with us!" Galali
palmed the remnants of the bottle of Amber Ale and slid it into a deep
recess of his lavender robe. He reminded Curran of a magician. He just
needed the tall, pointy hat. He slapped Curran on the back, knocking the
wind out of him.
"Someone has to show you how to have a good time!
Maybe we'll get you and
that lovely Karyn Dallas together...." They shuffled off out of
Ten-Forward. Kylar's face was a deep shade of red.
"Secretary"
Lt. Curtis Geluf, Chief OPS
OPS is a high-stress job.
The resource allocation and functionality of an entire
starship, especially one as large as the Galaxy, are
basically all in the hands of the OPS officer on duty.
Don't press the wrong button kiddos, or the ship
could suddenly explode.
Such were the thoughts of one helluva bored Curtis as
he checked the sensors for the 50th time since Alpha
shift started.
While in transit, the Kerelian chief's duties amounted
to making sure there wasn't a big rock in the middle
of the ship's path and if there was, to pass that info
along to helm. Of course, he also had to keep a look
out for possible hostile ships, cause, you know,
hostile ships were always popping up in the middle of
Federation space.
Most of all, though, he was a secretary, monitoring
communications and taking hails and whatnot. Yeah,
that's exactly what he was right now, a secretary.
He allowed his thoughts to drift to the subject of the
new Captain. Certianly different from Brohde from
what Curtis could tell. Still, not exactly Mr.
Rodgers, probably better that way too. But the
Captain hadn't been around much since he came aboard,
so Curtis was saving any and all judgement for the
time being.
Giving a short glance to Lt. Savoie to signal a sensor
blip (a small, rouge asteroid), Curtis settled
back down into his routine and checked the scanners
for the 51st time...
"Fear & Loathing on Risa"
Lt. JG Dr. Klaus Fienberg
Backpost (Before departure from
Risa)
Behind a beach on Risa (in visible range and almost
on it...but not.)
Soundtrack: Yoko Kanno and the Seatbelts - Bad Dog No Biscuit (Drug Trip/Chase
scene)
Dok had finally overcome his fear of Risa after about
an hour of arguing with himself at his girlfriends villa. He decided that
he would like to go alone though.
He had noticed a few of Galaxy's Crew on the surface but he didn't know
them on a first name basis so he didn't bother talking to them. There
would be time aboard ship, besides he didn't wanna be in one place at
any one time. He was the most unique looking person in the vacinity with
his signiture long black trenchcoat on.
Dr. Fienberg approached a small bar near the beach. He turned up the large
collar on the coat to help hide his face, this was a popular hang out
of his and people he used to know back in his wilder days.
He recognized many a face and made damn sure not to get noticed. He failed
recognize the bartender, one that had a bit of a grudge agains't him.
The house band began to play a song, a rather old jazz tune, a fast one.
"Barkeep, could I have just a water with a spike of Vodka?"
The Barkeep nodded and walked off, returning with the drink, handing it
too Klaus. Klaus Sipped at it noticing an odd tang. Probably nothing.
Suddenly the world around Dr. Fienberg began to warp and distort. Colors
and feelings he hadn't felt in a long time rushed him. Despite feeling
rather high, he realised something was terribly wrong. The Barkeep was
staring him in the face. Pat, The Transvestite.
Klaus made a shrill scream and darted out of the bar, into a frigthening
distorted nightmare. he did however realize through the distorted nightmare
that he was being chased. Pat was behind him, and gaining. Klaus made
a quick turn, whatever Pat slipped him in the drink had given him inhuman
agility and speed. Pat was still gaining on him.
Klaus made his way out onto the beach, slowwed down and stood there. For
some reason, his distorted nightmare world turned dark and grim, he was
surrounded by monsters and demons.......he turned to find Pat gone, having
given up chase. The Nightmare ground to a halt, and Klaus passed out,
falling face first into the sand.
"Aftermath" Part 1 of 3
[Backpost]
[Takes place between 'Memories
of Home' and 'Anything Can Happen']
Primary Cast:
Lt(JG) Victor Krieghoff
Lt(JG) Ella Grey
****
USS Galaxy
Deck 7
Victor Krieghoff's Quarters
She rang the buzzer, watched her feet while Victor made his way to the
door. ~~Hi.~~ Ella signed quietly when he appeared.
Victor looked at her for a long moment, unreadable, before
slowly
lifting his hands to respond. ~~Hello.~~
~~Can I come in?~~
It took longer than she thought it would for him to answer,
like he had
turned the words around in his head several times to make sure there was
no hidden meaning to them... or to decide that there was no danger in
allowing her in. His answer was a single wordless step to the side,
allowing her entry.
Ella walked past him and sat carefully on the couch. She
looked around
her, for once paying attention to the sparseness of the quarters. It was
very spartan, so clean that one wouldn't know there had been as a
struggle between two people just days before except for the empty spot
where one of his plants had been. She would have to buy him a
replacement plant sometime in the future. Ella was quiet a long time
before signing. ~~It's my fault.~~
~~What is?~~ He seemed more deliberate with his sign today,
as if the
extra effort and time it took to form his words was necessary.
~~I should have stayed.~~ Ella replied. ~~Dallas came
because I
misjudged the situation.~~
Victor winced visibly, the pained look startling because
it was the
single most emotional reaction she had ever seen on his face. It
remained there for several seconds before his normal look dropped over
it and wiped it away. ~~No, you shouldn't have.~~
He had stopped long enough that she was about to respond,
when he held
up a hand and added, ~~Would have hurt you, then.~~ He debated a second,
then added, ~~Worse than hurt you - you had no hypo to stop me with
before I could....~~ He let his fingers drop without finishing the
sentence.
Her eyes flickered up to him. ~~I wouldn't have stopped
you.~~
He started back at her uncomprehendingly. "You..."
He blinked and raised
his hands to continue in sign. ~~Why?~~
~~Because I'm your friend.~~ She signed. She didn't add
that, for her,
their friendship was blooming into a full blown crush - something she
hadn't felt for years and would have acted on if he were anyone other
than himself.
Victor's head tilted to the side and he regarded her silently
for
several heartbeats. ~~No one would let that happen to them, even if a
friend was doing it. It's wrong.~~
Ella managed a weak smile. ~~I never said I was the role
model for
friendship.~~
He frowned and moved to sit in a chair, careful to keep
a good distance
between them - almost exactly two meters according to Ella's practiced
eye. The same distance that he'd been drilling into her was the minimum
space to keep a possibly dangerous opponent at to give you time to react
to their approach.
~~Who told you?~~ he asked abruptly.
~~No one told me.~~ Ella answered.
~~Then how did you know? The Counselor said she'd ...
covered it up,
hidden it.~~
~~I'm smarter than the average bear.~~ Ella said, then
sighed. ~~I know
the signs of a victim. I could tell something was wrong. So I hacked
into her file in Sickbay.~~
Victor's frown appeared as if by magic. ~~I'll make sure
to fix that. Or
have her do it. Most people would ask and let it go at that out of
common decency.~~
Ella raised an eyebrow at that comment. ~~Do I strike
you as a
particularly decent person?~~
~~Yes.~~ She noticed suddenly that he'd retreated again,
fallen back to
the strictly controlled body language he'd had when she first met him.
~~Too decent to be here.~~
~~Stop it!~~ Ella signed before slapping her hand down
on the arm of the
couch. ~~And move over here. It is nice to pretend that you distance
yourself from me because you are afraid of me, but we both know
otherwise.~~
Victor didn't move more than it took to answer, ~~Not
afraid of you.
Afraid *for* you.~~
~~I am not afraid of you.~~ She signed.
~~You should be. I am.~~
~~That's your problem, not mine.~~ Ella told him. She
sighed and moved
towards him. There wasn't a chair handy so she sat on a table and hoped
it would support her weight. "Why are you afraid?"
~~Because I am what I fear myself to be.~~
She clenched her jaw. ~~It was an accident... the chemicals...~~
Her
fingers trailed off. There were only so many times they could have this
argument.
He kept looking at her, eyes unreadable. ~~What did the
Defiant show
you?~~ he asked suddenly. ~~What did the creature use to make you
afraid?~~
~~What would have happened if he hadn't stopped hitting.~~
Ella replied.
~~But mostly it was going through the experience again. Being helpless
again. Knowing for sure that no one would help me, that at best I had
to
hope that someone would interrupt again. Which you did.~~
He nodded. ~~It showed me that what I've always been afraid
of - the
only thing I've been afraid of - was true.~~
~~Don't believe something that the Defiant told you, Tiger.~~
Ella
warned.
~~It wasn't something that I didn't already know, Grey.
It just made me
face the fact that there was a reason for me to be afraid.~~
Ella frowned. ~~There isn't a monster hidden in you.~~
~~Yes there is. I can bury it, deny it, try to hide from
it - but it's
there.~~
~~I shouldn't have left.~~ Ella signed. She rubbed at
her temple,
wishing the problem would just go away.
~~You did what you should have done,~~ he insisted. ~~What
I tried to
make the Counselor do and couldn't. What...~~ He stopped and dropped his
hands.
~~Training tomorrow?~~ She asked, ignoring him.
"No. I don't think that's a good idea, Grey,"
he said quietly, the first
words he'd spoken since she'd arrived. "You should find someone else.
Someone safer to be around."
She gave him her sweetest smile. ~~Victor, trying to get
rid of me now
is only going to make me redouble my efforts. And since you think you
know me *so* well, try and guess what happens when I don't get what I
want.~~
His look was unreadable, but the tone in his voice was
sure. "Stop
trying, Grey. Find another person to be a friend to. Someone who can be
a friend back."
Ella reached out to take his hand and sighed when he drew
back. ~~Call
me when you're up. I have the day off.~~ She stood and moved to leave.
Victor watched her leave silently, not moving until the
door had slid
closed behind her. Then, with a sigh, he stood and moved to his desk.
His fingers danced on the LCARS panel inset there, calling up the
standard block of duty forms that were available for access by the
entire crew, paging down until he reached the one that he was looking
for: 'Commission, Resignation of.'
It was easy to fill out, just a few lines. He worked his
way through it
in less than a minute, face never changing expression. If his first
solution wasn't a good one - and he had to admit that the Counselor and
Dr. T'lan had been right that it wasn't - then this would have to do.
There wasn't any other way to do what he'd sworn to do when he took his
oath. If he was going to protect and defend the ship and her crew from
threats internal and external, he had to leave. It was the only way he
could protect them from the threat that he, himself, represented.
He stopped when he was done; the few words on the screen
that he'd
needed to enter beating at him like hammers. This was all he knew, all
he'd ever wanted to do, and all he'd ever done. With one touch of a
finger he was going to wipe all that away, make everything he'd done
with his life meaningless - and he didn't have a choice.
He reached for the screen, finger descending to keep true
to his oath.
No matter what it cost him, the crew and ship would be safe.
*Beep*
Victor frowned and depressed 'send' again.
*Beep*
He tried a third time.
*Beep*
~Enough is enough - that's not a system slow-down, it's
a denial of
access signal. Quick's handiwork again?~ He pushed the thought aside and
keyed in a different sequence, requesting a clarification of the denial.
=/\= Authorization required for request,=/\=
the computer chirped at him.
~Authorization? I have to be *authorized* to resign my
commission? I
knew BuPers was ludicrously overdoing it with the latest regulations
revisions, but this is a real winner,~ Victor sighed to himself. He
keyed in his personal authorization code.
=/\= Krieghoff, Victor Heinrich, Lt. (jg) is denied
access to this function, =/\= the computer replied. =/\= Please
access file 348B2 =/\=
Victor's frown deepened and he mechanically called up
the file, already
suspecting what he'd see there.
The attached message was short. -Nice try- it said. -Ella-
His frown fell over the edge into a scowl as he closed
out the screen
and stood up. "Computer, what is the current location of Lt. Ella
Grey?"
=/\= Krieghoff, Victor Heinrich, Lt. (jg) is denied
access to this function, =/\= the computer repeated cheerfully. =/\=
Please access file 348B2 =/\=
Victor's eyes narrowed. ~All right, we'll do it her way.~
****
=/\= Renkert to Grey =/\= Indigo's voice came
shakily over the comm.
Ella raised an eyebrow as she put down her computer PADD
to hit her comm
badge. Indigo sounded upset, unnerved even. And there was only one
person that she knew of that upset her roommate. Damn the man, she
thought. Didn't even wait five minutes after I was out the door.
=/\= Are you there? =/\= Indigo asked.
Ella snapped her fingers once and then picked up her PADD.
Indigo would
know to turn on their terminal to access her replies. *Was he angry?*
she wrote.
=/\= Like a thundercloud. =/\= Indigo replied.
=/\= He scowled when I said you weren't here and he was muttering
to himself as he left. Honestly, Ella, I don't see... =/\=
*He's my friend* Ella wrote, ending Indigo's thought.
She wasn't going
to be able to explain to her roommate so she left it at that.
=/\=Well, I suggested he try Engineering and that
was about a minute ago. It took a minute for my heart to calm down. Are
you going to see him?=/\=
*No, I don't think so. He's annoyed me and now he gets
to think about
his actions.*
=/\=Christ, Ella. Sometimes I don't understand you.
I'm going to stay the night at Bill's.=/\=
Ella frowned. It wasn't unexpected but made her a little
sad. *All
right, see you later, Indy*
=/\=Take care of yourself, El =/\= Indigo said
and then was gone.
So Victor was seeking her out. Well, he was just going
to have to wait.
Ella waved goodbye to one of the ensigns, she'd come on the late shift
just to help out with a minor problem, and headed for the arboretum.
"Aftermath" Part 2 of 3
[Backpost]
[Takes place between 'Memories
of Home' and 'Anything Can Happen']
Primary Cast:
Lt(JG) Victor Krieghoff
Lt(JG) Ella Grey
****
USS Galaxy
Assorted Decks and Locations
"T-the arboretum."
"Ahhh... the j-jefferies tube on stardrive d-deck
10, near t-the
l-lateral sensor arrays...."
"Main replicator control. Please don't kill me."
"N-not h-here. I d-don't know w-where."
"Oh God, you're... him. No, I, ah... I didn't mean
it that way. I
just... Who? Oh! Ummm... Main Engineering. Yes, Main Engineering."
"No, I'm not answering that, especially for *him.*
You tell him to go...
Oh crap, he's right behind me isn't he? Quarters. She's gone to her
quarters."
****
USS Galaxy
Deck XX
Ella Grey's Quarters
Ella frowned at the replicator. She was an engineer, for Christ sake,
she should be able to program a decent meal. The door buzzed and Ella
ignored it, figuring that Victor knew how to override the locks easy
enough. She watched as the replicator materialized a strange meat-like
thing in front of her and scowled slightly. Maybe she was spelling her
request incorrectly.
The door slid open as she regarded the meat-like substance,
Victor's
presence filling the room in a way it normally didn't as he entered. It
was almost a palpable sensation pressing against her, and she knew
without looking up that he was, for the first time, angry with her.
"Grey." His voice was flat, but not the calm,
contextually-scrubbed
tones he normally used. Instead it was flat and sharp like a sword, the
edges of the words cutting through the air.
Human after all, she thought. She'd probably pushed his
buttons too far
but it was too late to regret it. She frowned at the meat and tossed it
in the waste recycling. She half turned. ~~I was going to make a meat
dish for dinner but my stupid replicator won't cooperate. Do you like
chicken?~~
When he spoke, the words were coming from closer, the
sense of his
presence stronger as he crossed the room. "Not your place, Grey.
My
decision, not yours."
Ella turned. ~~No, I don't think so.~~ Her eyebrows raised.
~~Are you
going to hurt me, Victor? I'll fight back. I daresay I'll lose but you
don't have to have my death on your conscience as some mindless
slaughter.~~
He stopped literally at the two meter mark, though she
couldn't tell if
it was to give her time to react to an advance by him or vice versa. His
eyes were angry - the first time that she'd seen them that way - and the
way he stood was different, like a predatory animal held in check by the
thinnest of margins. "It was my decision, Grey," he repeated
in a growl.
~~It isn't the right decision for you~~ Ella signed, happy
to throw his
words back at him. ~~For me maybe. I'm not attached to Starfleet. I can
leave any time and never look back. This is your whole world. What would
you do if you weren't a security officer?~~
"Doesn't matter," he replied. "I swore
the oath to protect them from all
threats, internal and external. What price I pay in doing that wasn't
part of the deal."
~~That's stupid.~~ Ella said.
"Whatever it takes, Grey. I'll do whatever it takes."
Ella set her jaw. ~~So will I. Resignation denied.~~
"Grey..." He made a fist at his side, and for
a flickering instant he
was something terrible, something that made an atavistic tickle of fear
touch Grey's nerves... Then he forced his hand open and seemed to
shrink, withdrawing in to himself until he was merely an angry Victor
and not Death itself. "It's better than my first choice, Grey,"
he
growled.
~~I can just imagine.~~ Ella's fingers flicked. She purposefully
sneered
at him so that she could forget that for a moment Victor had really
scared her. ~~Some great noble gesture of sacrificing yourself to the
Federation? How weak.~~
"No. Nothing great. Nothing noble. I'm neither."
He leaned forward
slightly, as if being restrained from moving closer by someone Ella
couldn't see. "What I am is too dangerous to be here."
~~Everyone has the potential to be dangerous.~~
"Grey, you can say what you will, but it doesn't
change the fact that I
am not like you." His feet shifted, moving him forward a few inches.
"I
don't think like you." He moved a few more inches. "I don't
act like
you." Another few inches closer. "I'm... not... like... you."
Ella scowled and then she stepped forward to him. ~~Good...
for... you.
I wouldn't want you to be.~~
"Who would want to be?" he growled back. "Weak?
Afraid? So scared of
shadows that you can't even speak?"
Quick as a flash, Ella's hand snuck out and smacked him.
Eyes wide, she
inhaled but stood her ground.
Victor stood there for a moment, silent, as the red imprint
of her hand
appeared on the side of his face. A pair of heartbeats passed before he
tilted his head to the side and looked at her, as if seeing her from a
new viewpoint. His eyes changed, something moving in them that Ella had
never seen in them before, something dark and primal and deadly. Another
heartbeat passed, and then he smiled a tiger's smile at her, the kind
that was the last thing that prey saw before everything went black.
His hand flashed out, faster than any blow that he'd ever
thrown in
their sparring, filling Ella's field of vision - and stopped, her
eyelashes brushing one knuckle.
Ella flinched and it took all of her willpower not to
move backwards.
She looked back at him angrily.
"It's that easy, Grey," he growled, withdrawing
the hand slowly, the
movement obviously taking some effort. "That's all it takes. Just
one
blow and I'm gone and something else is here instead. Something that
would have killed the Counselor, or done worse if given the chance.
Something that would kill you, or worse, if it gets out. Something that
doesn't care who you are, or if you're my friend or not."
He stepped back, still angry, his fist still clenched.
"I have to go,
Grey. Before I kill someone. Before I hurt someone else. If you won't
take the lock off, then I'll resign in person. I can't stay, not and be
true to my oath."
She set her jaw but then sighed. Ella moved forward slowly,
just in
case, and reached up to brush a hand where she had hit him. Victor
didn't stop her.
~~I'm still here. I haven't run away screaming. And you
haven't hurt me.
I trust you not to. I know evil and you're not it. So run away if you
want. I can't stop you forever.~~ Ella turned and went started to head
for her room. ~~Incidentally, Flitt has nothing to do with me not
speaking. Imply that again and I'll kick your ass.~~
Victor remained absolutely still until she'd started to
turn away - but
his eyes were his own again when her hand moved back to her side. He
watched her take three steps, and then spoke. "You're not good enough."
She turned. ~~Excuse me?~~
"To beat me. You're not good enough. Not yet."
Ella snorted. ~~Never underestimate a woman, Tiger.~~
His body language was different. Not normal, or what passed
for it with
him, but less fierce, as if the anger had begun to leak out of him. He
waited just long enough that the silence between them was uncomfortable
for her before he spoke. "I never said I was evil, Grey. Dangerous,
yes.
Evil... no. You have to make a conscious choice to be evil - and I can't
do that. Not when I'm like that. I just act, there's no thought
involved."
She shrugged. ~~Maybe you should work on that.~~ Ella
held up a hand
before he could comment. ~~You're a good person, Victor. Whether you
believe it or not.~~
"I don't." He regarded her in his odd, tilted-head
fashion. "I'm not
certain why you do."
~~I just do. I guess we'll have to agree to disagree.~~
She moved closer
to him again. ~~What would keep you here? What would make you stay?~~
"I'd have to be sure I wouldn't hurt anyone else,
Grey. Not you, not the
Counselor, not anyone."
Ella tilted her head. ~~How would you do that?~~
"I don't know how." He watched her move closer,
but didn't back away, as
if testing himself. "That's why I have to leave, because I don't
know
how to do that."
~~I don't suppose it helps to know that *I* believe you
wouldn't~~
"The problem isn't that you believe, Grey - it's
that I don't."
Ella moved to sit on her couch. She rested her head on
the back of the
sofa. ~~I thought about suicide once.~~
Victor frowned. "I wouldn't have thought you would....
oh. Control. It
was a control issue, wasn't it? At a time when you had none - or thought
you did."
She barely nodded. ~~It was when Flitt had me. Second
day. I had been
singing, he made me sing for hours on end, for a few hours, my voice
beginning to hoarsen and he let me take a break. He was talking to his
friend and I saw these scissors nearby. And I thought to myself 'just
end it, he's going to kill you anyway.'~~ Ella sighed. ~~Didn't even
occur to me to take the scissors and stab him.~~
"People don't think that way, Grey. It's been bred
out of them. That's
why they're sheep: because they've forgotten how to defend themselves
-
or why they'd need to." He shook his head. "You're not most
people,
though. Why didn't you?"
~~I think I had hope then.~~ Ella shrugged.
"Why don't you have it now?"
She waved a hand. ~~Oh, I meant it in a different sense.
I thought
someone would come rescue me. Doesn't happen that way though, does it?
You have to save yourself.~~ Ella looked at him sharply. ~~Suicide is
weak, nine times out of ten. A cowards way out.~~
"And the tenth time? What is it then, Grey?"
Ella said nothing and closed her eyes instead. She had
what would become
a killer headache forming.
Victor moved a step closer, frowning. "Are you all
right, Grey?"
Her eyes suddenly opened and she smiled. ~~You said I
was your friend~~
Victor blinked, thought a moment, and then nodded, "Yes.
Should I not
have?"
~~True friends don't let each other starve to death. I've
changed my
mind; I feel like eating fish. Want some? We can still talk over dinner.
The beauty of sign language is that you can talk with your mouth full.~~
Ella got up and headed towards the replicator.
"Fish is fine." Victor watched her walk to the
replicator, without
further comment, not speaking until she was coding in the order. "My
mother has a recipe that's good if you'd like to try it."
Ella grinned. ~~All the better.~~
He nodded and walked over to reach around and punch in
a code. "Ar'resh
and Rexa make her fix it every time they visit. They say the replicated
version isn't as good."
~~My friend Laura used to make her meals from scratch.
I especially
liked her cakes and cookies.~~ She watched as the dish appeared before
them. She took her plate and headed for the table. Victor followed.
"I can normally tell," he continued. "Between
replicated and
non-replicated food, that is. Not always, but most of the time. The
replicator food seems... dead. Lifeless."
They sat down at the table. Ella pushed some of Indigo's
art work aside.
~~I'm glad you said I was your friend.~~ Ella said abruptly. ~~Makes me
happy.~~
He blinked. "I don't think I'm very good at it."
Ella raised an eyebrow.
"Being a friend."
~~You're learning.~~ Ella smiled. ~~Me too.~~
He looked down at his fish and cut a portion free before
he answered.
"No. I think you already know how."
~~I don't think so~~ Ella took a bite, coughed a bit at
its spiciness
but liked the overall taste, and followed it with some water.
"Yes, you do. You might not know it, but you do."
He put the fish in his
mouth and chewed slowly.
~~I could say the same of you.~~
"No. I don't understand. I don't understand why you're
even talking to
me."
She smiled as she took another bite. ~~This argument can
go on for
hours. I want you to stay.~~
He worked his way through another piece of the fish before
he responded
with, "Why?"
~~Why not?~~
"Why?" His repetition was accompanied by a look
that told her he truly
didn't understand.
Ella sighed. ~~Because I'd miss you if you went away.~~
That comment earned her an outright stare of confusion.
She'd only seen
Victor look that way twice before - both times when dealing with why
she, or someone else, would want to try and get to know him - and it
pushed the last traces of his anger away. "Why would you do that?"
~~Because I enjoy your company. And before you ask, I'm
not sure why.~~
It was a lie, Ella thought, but one she could probably get away with.
She liked Victor because he knew, or almost knew, the real Ella. It had
been a long time since she hadn't needed to pretend with anyone.
And also because she thought he was cute.
"Aftermath" Part 3 of 3
[Backpost]
[Takes place between 'Memories
of Home' and 'Anything Can Happen']
Primary Cast:
Lt(JG) Victor Krieghoff
Lt(JG) Ella Grey
****
Ella took another bite, prepared now for the spiciness
of the dish.
~~You owe me some money~~
Victor blinked once, slowly. "Yes." He ate some
more fish, making the
fifth mouthful he'd had without something to drink. "You don't owe
me a
truth."
~~I'll tell you one anyway. I love the sound of coins.~~
"You'll have to wait - I don't have any dollars with
me."
She nodded as she took another drink. ~~I'm sorry for
hitting you.~~ Not
that she didn't think he didn't deserve it. But she had provoked him.
"I made you do it."
Ella started to move her hands but he interrupted.
"No, I did. I'm good at it - I always know what to
say to make people
mad, so mad they do stupid things. I win a lot of fights that way."
He
had another bite of fish. "That and not stopping unless they kill
me."
~~Why?~~
He frowned, the expression seeming normal on his face,
almost relaxing.
"I think... I think I wanted you to hit me so you'd understand that
I
was what I said I was."
Ella shrugged. ~~I'll admit you scared me but not in the
way you wanted,
I think. I wasn't... I didn't think you would hurt me. You might have
hit me but I've been hit before. I guess what I'm saying is that I
trusted you to stop.~~
His frown deepened, and he stopped his fork before lifting
another piece
of fish. "I don't understand."
~~I know.~~
"Why would you think that? Why would you trust me
like that? I didn't, I
still don't."
Ella mimicked his frown. ~~Not sure. I've never been one
for blind trust
but I trust you.~~
"Why?" He seemed to say that a lot in conversations
with her.
~~Maybe because I've always been a sucker for men with
Andorian aunts~~
Ella winked.
"How many men with Andorian aunts have you met?"
~~Tiger, just believe that I have faith in you and leave
it at that.~~
"I... That's not easy, Grey."
~~Why? Just nod your head and smile. Or scowl. Whatever
works best.~~
She signed.
"Because I'm not used to it. People don't act this
way to me, around me.
Never. I don't know what to do. If you hit me or call me a 'soulless
bastard', I'd know, but not when you say things like that."
~~You're a soulless bastard.~~ Ella signed slowly, her
gestures as flat
as the emotion on her face.
Victor just looked at her. "You don't mean that.
There's no life behind
the words."
~~Sorry, I just couldn't muster up the enthusiasm. You
could insult me
some more, I suppose. But I'm ready for it now so it probably wont
work.~~ She took too large of a mouthful and coughed some more.
~~Besides, I wouldn't want to ruin my digestion.~~
"Too spicy?"
~~A bit. But I'm a trooper. This isn't like any German
food I've ever
had.~~
"Traditional German cooking is fairly bland compared
to many cultures,
but the family recipes all started to change once we spread out. First
with other Terran cultures mixing in, and then with extraterrestrial
ones. You're likely to find Vulcan spices in the bratwurst and Andorian
chilies in the fish as not now."
~~At least its always interesting.~~ Ella signed.
He polished off another piece of fish without responding,
finally took a
drink of water, and spoke without looking away from his food. "Did
you
read the report the Counselor wrote, or just the summary?
Ella shook her head. ~~I read the medical report.~~ her
fingers replied
calmly. ~~It merely listed the injuries.~~
Victor nodded. "I hurt her badly." His voice
was back to the flat,
emotionless tones she recognized as a sign he'd retreated within
himself.
~~Yes, you did. But it was an accident.~~
Victor seemed to not be listening. "I didn't want
to - not at first."
Ella remained quiet. Victor rarely gave up information
and he needed to
get this out.
"Hurt her. I didn't want that at first," he
clarified.
~~Are you sure you wanted that at the end?~~
"I did. There's a part of me - the part that I keep
locked away so it
won't hurt anyone - where violence and... attraction, are two sides of
the same thing. I think..." He stopped speaking and ate some more
fish.
~~What?~~ Ella asked. ~~You think...~~
"That I thought it was foreplay," he said bluntly.
"At least the part of
me that was in control did, anyway."
~~I guess we need to reeducate you in that department.~~
Ella signed
before thinking. She coughed a bit to cover her embarrassment and gave
the fish a glare. We? Oh, great one, Ella.
"Why?"
~~So you won't scare off the next girl.~~
"I'd need someone that would do those things with
me before there would
be a point, Grey." He speared another bite of fish. "It seems
like a low
priority given that lack."
Ouch, Ella thought. That hurts. But at least it will remind
you where
you fit in the scheme of things. She popped up from her chair.
~~Definitely time for cookies.~~ She faced him while she waited for the
plate of chocolate chip cookies to materialize. ~~It never hurts to be
prepared.~~
"Just because I believe that there's a One for everyone,
doesn't mean
that I think I'll find them, Grey. Or even that I'll find family to fill
the hole until, or if I never, do." He looked up from his fish. "Or
that
I should even look, knowing what I know now."
~~Well, if you ever have a question, let me know.~~ She
bit into her
cookie and smiled. It wasn't as good as Laura's but it still tasted like
chocolate. Ella came back to the table and set down the plate.
He frowned at her. "Why are you my friend?"
Ella raised an eyebrow. ~~I meant about foreplay. And
didn't we already
cover this?~~
"No. You keep not answering me." Victor conveniently
ignored the fact
that he did the same thing with greater frequency.
Ella shrugged. ~~I like your company.~~
"No, that's not why. That's just what you get from
being my friend." He
peered closer. "Why?"
She tried not to fidget and put on a bright smile. ~~It
must be these
deep meaningful conversations we keep having.~~
"No."
Ella sighed. ~~I can't answer without losing the bet.~~
Victor nodded. "Then I'll let you say it this once
and not demand a
truth."
~~I can almost be myself around you.~~
"Almost?"
She shrugged. ~~Almost. I don't have to pretend as much
around you.~~
"Why not? What are you that I haven't seen before?"
~~Someone I don't think you would be friends with. But
I don't think you
would agree.~~
"About being friends?" he frowned. "What
could you do that would make me
stop?"
~~You'll see one day, I'm sure.~~
Victor looked at her for a long moment, and then turned
his attention
back to the last of his fish. "You're not as bad as you claim. You're
not evil."
~~Oh?~~
He looked up as he set his fork down. "If you were
evil, I would have
killed you."
She smiled. ~~I didn't say I was evil, just someone who's
belief system
differs. You said it yourself. I'm not like you. ~~
"You shouldn't be like me. No one should," Victor
responded. He studied
her for a moment. "Different how?"
She took a sip of water. ~~You see people as needing protection.
I see
them as tools. You would give your life for a stranger. I would not. You
wouldn't sleep with someone you didn't care about. I would. I...use
people.~~
"Everyone uses people, Grey. The rest... if you're
not happy about the
way you are, change."
Her smiled widened but it didn't reach her eyes. ~~Who
says I want to
change?~~
Victor reached up and touched her with a fingertip just
beside her right
eye. "You do. Here."
Ella looked down at her plate. ~~Maybe I do.~~
"Why don't you, then?"
~~I can't.~~
Victor nodded once. "Why?"
She looked at him. ~~Because I won't let myself.~~
"Why?"
Ella laughed nervously. ~~I blame my parents.~~
"No, Grey. I was born the way I am, you chose to
be the way you are.
Why?"
~~I don't know.~~
He just looked at her, refusing to let her escape without
answering.
~~I... can't be used again, Victor.~~ Her fingers said,
barely moving.
~~I don't know what I'd do.~~ She looked away, blinked back the
beginnings of tears, and exhaled. ~~I should have replicated some Ben
and Jerry's.~~ She took another cookie instead.
"Used?" Victor's frown was back, the one he
wore when he was concerned
this time, not his puzzled frown.
Ella shook her head. ~~No more, Tiger. I can't give up
all my secrets in
one sitting.~~
After a moment he nodded. "Fair enough." He
looked down at the cookies.
"Ben and Jerry's?"
Ella gave a genuine smile. ~~A brand of ice cream from
a long time ago.
I loved this one with chocolate and caramel and little chocolate
fishes.~~
"Ah. I don't eat much of that sort of thing."
~~Poor thing.~~ Ella signed. ~~You should try it sometime,
especially
when you're feeling down. Women have been doing it for centuries. Now,
about your staying on Galaxy.~~
Victor looked at her for a long time, over a minute of
silence, before
he spoke. "I think it's a bad idea, Grey."
~~Possibly. I don't care though.~~
"One condition."
~~And what's that?~~
"Do you have the replicator code for that ice cream?"
Ella smiled. ~~Of course.~~
“It Is Just A Feeling.”
Ramir Omar.
At His V.I.P. Quarters.
Ramir Omar as a scientist was very curious about these
wormholes. He knew that it was extremely strange for a single place to
have this amount of wormholes. He had nothing else for occupying himself
since Lieutenant Shelly O’Rourke had ordered to have him confined
to his quarters for fighting with those Klingons.
Omar sat at his desk and looked at his ornate screen.
“Computer Is Access To Stellar Cartography Restricted?”
“The Access To Stellar Cartography Is Unrestricted.”
“Excellent. You are to show to me these wormholes.”
A map of this place appeared with all of the locations of the wormholes
having been marked onto it. Omar knew that something was just wrong with
this territory.
“Computer you are to conduct a scan of this place.”
“The scan has been conducted.”
“Is there anything about the wormholes?” Omar
was very impatient.
“All of those phenomenan are consistent with Type
One wormholes.”
Omar was disappointed by this result. “Computer
you are to recalibrate the sensors.”
“The sensors have been recalibrated.”
“Computer the results?” Omar was hoping that
he would just discover that his unusual feeling was actually correct.
“All of those phenomenan are consistent with Type
One wormholes.”
Omar was disappointed again.
“Great.” He dismissed his feeling.
“It was just a feeling,” he said to himself. 814 |