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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: Reception Continues</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 4-24-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80424.1600<br> | |||
MD: 7.2130<br> | |||
Scene: Lounge adjacent to Officer's Dining Room<br> | |||
"Onta, you look like your going to be sick!" Zane observed as he | |||
handed his friend a drink. | |||
The first officer accepted it gratefully and drank it down before | |||
accepting another. This one he was content to just hold. | |||
"She'll be fine, don't worry." | |||
"I know its just...Gomel in the bureacracy!" he exclaimned in | |||
frustration. Zane nodded sympathetically wondering what Onta would be | |||
like if the labour extended long into the morning. He needed something | |||
to keep his mind busy. As if on queue Kavan's father joined the two | |||
officers. | |||
"I hear congratulations are in order." he said as he grabbed | |||
Maril's hand and began pumping his arm vigourously. | |||
"Well almost. I'm afraid the baby has yet to make an appearance." | |||
"A good omen captain, having a birth on your ship." he announced | |||
happily. "A good omen. I understand that you were born on a starship | |||
yourself...." | |||
"Well grown is closer to the truth." Zane grinned. "But yes, I | |||
was born on the USS REPULSE." | |||
"The REPULSE, the REPULSE....hmmm" Devon seemed lost in | |||
thought. "Why does that name seem familiar....I've got it!" He snapped | |||
his fingers triumphantly. "I was attending to some business on Starbase | |||
GAMMA a few months back and I remember seeing the REPULSE exiting as our | |||
ship approached. She was quite a ship but certainly not that old." | |||
"No, the ship you saw was the new version, an ENDEAVOUR class if | |||
I'm not mistaken. My REPULSE was one of the old AMBASSADOR class ships." | |||
"Ahhh...I see. But Captain as fascinating as this is I think we | |||
are neglecting our patient here." He nodded towards Maril "Commander, | |||
believe me there is no need to worry. Why don't you enjoy yourself a | |||
little." Seeing his wife close by he waved her over to join them. | |||
"Commander Maril has just asked my permission to ask you to dance." | |||
"Why Commander Maril I'd love to." Mrs. Grall replied happily | |||
Zane grabbed the drink from Maril's hand as his first officer looked | |||
at Devon in complete surprise. "Here let me hold that for you." | |||
"But there is no music...." Maril stated hopefully, not knowing | |||
how he'd been volunteered for this. | |||
"Allow me. Computer, music appropriate to the occasion." He | |||
grinned as Maril was led to the middle of the room. At least his first | |||
officer would now have something else to keep his mind occupied. Zane | |||
wondered just how Onta would get his revenge. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Just a short one to pass the time... | |||
Max: <BEG>! | |||
regards, | |||
Andy | |||
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br> | |||
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br> | |||