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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Every Ship Needs a Trill Girl - JP== | |||
===by David Kiel and Brian V. Mansur | |||
SD 2261.141 | |||
MD Post Mission | |||
Scene: NAV's Office, USS HOOD | |||
Sean felt better than he had in years. Though the bittersweet taste of saying | |||
goodbye to the mirror Jeri lingered, she had given him an unexpected blessing | |||
with her kind words. He felt at peace. Finally, he knew he could move forward | |||
with his life. | |||
It didn't take Sean long to realize that he had not had found the time to | |||
acquaint himself with either their new NAV or their COMM officer. Cedria, being | |||
the decidedly more attractive of the two, earned her the first stop. | |||
Walking into the NAV's office unannounced, he was surprised to see the Captain | |||
just leaving. | |||
"Ah Sean, come pass on congrats to Zade?" | |||
"Huh? Oh did you get her the Bronze Star then?" | |||
"Yes indeed." | |||
"Well good for her," Sean said genuinely pleased. "Which reminds me. I'll have | |||
to stop by sickbay sometime here and say hola to the new Commander. You know it | |||
really is going to suck that I can't pull rank on him anymore." | |||
"Like you could before?" | |||
"Whenever he's wasn't acting under the direct orders of my senior rater." Sean | |||
eyed his old friend severely. Steele slapped him on the shoulder and laughed. | |||
"You'll make O-5 sooner or later Sean. Then you'll get to see how little | |||
respect you really get." | |||
"If I ever make Commander, *I'll* bring the tequila and cigars." | |||
"Bribery will get you no where." | |||
"Bribery? Hardly. More like tempting fate. They have a tendency to make XO's | |||
into CO's eventually. If that ever happens, I'm really screwed." | |||
Steele nodded warmly. "Good to see you turned around Sean. I was worried." | |||
"You should be. I found religion again." | |||
Shaking his head and smiling, the Captain left for his next stop. | |||
*** | |||
Sean stepped into Zade's office to see Cedria reading through the certificate of | |||
award that accompanied her Bronze Star. | |||
"Congratulations Lieutenant. Well deserved." | |||
Cedria looked somber. Mixed emotions played over her face. "Thanks Commander. | |||
Umpteen lifetimes and there are still things to take my breath away." She | |||
turned to face the newcomer and her expression switched to one of amusement. | |||
"You should read about how heroic I am. It says `heroic and/or meritorious' | |||
right there on a certificate no less. I'm thinking of developing a Napoleon | |||
complex. I've never had one of those before. It should be a hoot." She flipped | |||
her hair back and faced him, hands on her hips smirking. | |||
Commander Merrick smiled at her offsetting sense of humor. "I didn't get the | |||
chance to meet you or Mister Tamura before the latest mission so I decided to | |||
pay a visit to your respective departments." He stepped forward and offered his | |||
hand. "Sean Merrick." | |||
"Cedria Zade." She shook his hand. | |||
He noticed a glossy folder on her desk and picked it up. He was surprised to | |||
find an old fashioned wall calendar. "The Women of the Constitution Class?" | |||
"Yes, yes." She said, thoroughly embarrassed that she had left it on her desk | |||
the whole time the Captain had been in her office. "A friend shipped one from | |||
the Academy. A cadet joke I'm assuming. Apparently I'm July." She looked | |||
oddly proud of the last part. | |||
"Oh my freaking gosh," he laughed, then sobered. "You want me to get to the | |||
bottom of this?" | |||
"No need, really." She snatched her copy from him and paged to July. "Just | |||
cadets being cadets. Besides I look good, don't you think?" She lifted her | |||
picture up, it showed her in the skirted version of the academy instructors | |||
uniform in Starpoint Park at sunset, hands running through long flowing brown | |||
hair. | |||
Now it was Commander Merrick's turn to blush. How had he lost complete control | |||
of this situation? He'd only been in the room a minute or two. "Um." He | |||
searched for a response that didn't violate any codes of conduct. | |||
She let him off the hook, tossing the Calendar back to her desk with various | |||
star charts and duty reports. "After all, you're only twenty eight a couple | |||
dozen times, tops. I'd offer you a chair but I haven't requisitioned any yet." | |||
Sean chuckled, glad the calendar portion of the conversation was over. He | |||
seized the opportunity to move the conversation in a safer direction. "Now your | |||
counterpart was named Quall, right? So Zade is the symbiont and your name | |||
pre-joining name was Quall?" | |||
"Quall? Never heard of it." She shook her head, weird universe that other one | |||
they had found. "My name was Cedria Vylex when I first started the academy. I | |||
was Zade a year later." | |||
"And you aren't an assassin?" | |||
"No, I'm a pilot, and a navigator, and a gymnast. And a bunch of other things | |||
by association but not any of them involve killing people." | |||
"Well that's good to know." This Trill did seem friendlier and somewhat less | |||
violent than the version he had met on board the TSS HOOD. "I thought perhaps | |||
an informal get to know each other session might be worthwhile. After all we | |||
may be back to back on some alien world in a fight for our lives against | |||
predatory insects someday." He chuckled at the notion until he realized she was | |||
staring openly at him. | |||
"That's not our mission is it?" Cedria said genuinely concerned. "I don't like | |||
bugs, and alien bugs, they are way worse." | |||
"Um, no, no bugs, I promise." She could be a little bewildering this one. "I | |||
was just making conversation…" | |||
"We should make a detailed tactical plan for this possible alien bug invasion. | |||
Come on," She grabbed her hand comp slipping it into her skirt pocket and | |||
leading him out of her office. "You can buy me some fruit juice at the | |||
commissary." | |||
"Hmm," Sean commented. "I didn't know I was expected to buy you things." | |||
She smirked pointing to the bronze star on her desk. "The Captain got me | |||
jewelry. You don't want to fall too far behind the curve here." | |||
NRPG: Commissary scene to follow. | |||
Girls of the Constitution class was lifted from a Rob Meier post on the Defiant. | |||
I was surprised to hear my character in it so I embraced the idea and worked it | |||
into this post. | |||
Respectfully Submitted Jointly, | |||
David Kiel | |||
LT Cedria Zade | |||
NAV, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
& | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
