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Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<br> | Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<br> | ||
Ens. Siqor CEO USS Tesla<br> | Ens. Siqor CEO USS Tesla<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ummm, Let's Eat! | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ummm, Let's Eat!</h3> | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 3-28-1996</h4> | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 3-28-1996</h4> | ||
Stardate: 80328.0319<br> | Stardate: 80328.0319<br> | ||
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NRPG: Did you really think Krysa would skip a change at a feast<VBG><br> | NRPG: Did you really think Krysa would skip a change at a feast<VBG><br> | ||
Kristen<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Where, Oh Where Has Our Science Officer Gone?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 3-28-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80328.2043<br> | |||
Scene: Malia’s restaurant<br> | |||
MD: 2.1200<br> | |||
Krysa had been having a splendid time. First such wonderful food and now | |||
dancing. Two of her most favorite things in the world. She couldn’t | |||
understand why the Commissioner was taking such a hard line with these | |||
people. | |||
Her dance partner was a middle-aged man named Logam. He was teaching her | |||
some wonderful new steps. Tok seemed to be enjoying himself as well. | |||
Malia definitely was. She looked around for Fobok but didn’t see him. | |||
While she was thinking that maybe she had better locate him, Logam | |||
twirled her in a new step. | |||
“What was that?” she asked, laughing. | |||
“Here, I’ll show you.” He did it again, this time a little more slowly. | |||
Krysa followed and after a couple of practices, she was doing it like a | |||
pro. “You’re very good,” the man told her. | |||
“This is fun,” she said. | |||
“So tell me, how many children to you have.” he asked her. | |||
“Me?” asked Krysa, “Oh, I don’t have any children.” | |||
The man frowned slightly, “Oh, I’m sorry. Well, no matter. Maybe after | |||
spending some time at the fertility festival you will. Why I know a | |||
woman who all the young women go to see, whether they are having | |||
problems conceiving or not. She has many a conception to her belt!” | |||
Krysa laughed, “I’ll keep that in mind.” | |||
“If you like I could get you in special, cause she’s a friend of mine. | |||
We want to make a good impression on the federation. Perhaps having one | |||
of thier members conceive during our fertility festival would help.” The | |||
man was grinning from ear to ear. | |||
“Oh, .... well ... ummm ...” Krysa stuttered, a bit taken aback by his | |||
suggestion. “We have slightly different customs where I come from.” | |||
“Oh,” he said, “You don’t put great value on children?” | |||
“We do. But in our culture people usually don’t have children unless it | |||
is within the confines of a stable relationship between a man and a | |||
woman. I am not in that position yet.” | |||
“Our children are raised in stable homes as well. Who their biological | |||
fathers are, isn’t the important part. It’s that they are loved by their | |||
mothers and taken care of by all.” | |||
“I think that’s a wonderful system, Logam.” Krysa smiled. The two | |||
continued to dance as the morning turned into afternoon. Soon Malia was | |||
begging the Feynman’s Operations Officer to eat again. | |||
“Lot’s of food is good for conception!” she was telling the flustered | |||
Lt. She was eating quite a bit as well while keeping her eye on the | |||
squirming doctor. | |||
Jasker, their server from earlier in the evening was smiling happily at | |||
Malia. “She would know too. Our Malia has seven children!” | |||
“That’s wonderful Malia. You know though, we are on an official | |||
assignment from Starfleet ... and we ...” Krysa paused looking to Dr. | |||
Tok for help. | |||
“We need to continue our investigations,” Tok said happily, “Don’t we, | |||
Lt. Fobok?” He turned to find the Vulcan still missing. Krysa also began | |||
looking around. Concern growing on her face. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Okay so these people really, really like children<G> Now where do<br> | |||
you suppose we will find our missing Science Officer?<br> | |||
Kristen<br> | Kristen<br> | ||