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Charles Jencks<br>
Charles Jencks<br>
Ensign Krazny Oktyabr, CNS, USS FEYNMAN<br>
Ensign Krazny Oktyabr, CNS, USS FEYNMAN<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Reception</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-22-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80422.1555<br>
Scene: Counselor’s Office<br>
MD: 7.1540<br>
Krysa frowned at the Counselor’s use of the word, ‘disability’, but she
supposed he was correct. To a Betazoid it was a major disability. But
she pushed the thought aside not wanting to deal with it.
“My brother thinks I’m ‘giving in’. But it is a important tradition for
us. I want to respect it. Is it really so horrible to take my father’s
choice in this matter.”
“I think only you can answer that for yourself.” answered the Counselor.
Krysa nodded, “I know... I wouldn’t let me off the hook either if I were
you.” She gave a weak laugh. “Well, I’ve kept you long enough, Ens. I’m
going to go back to my quarters. My fathers reception is tonight and
he’ll have my head if I’m late. He’s definitely one for decorum.”
“Lt., I would like to meet your fiancé, perhaps talk to the two of you
together?” said the Counselor in front of her.
“You can meet him tonight, I’m sure. As for the other... well, it will
be almost a week before we make it to Earth, perhaps between now and
then we can see you.”
“Excellent, I’ll see you tonight at the reception then.”
“Thank you... For talking to me and also for coming to the dinner
tonight. I appreciate it.” Krysa turned and headed to her quarters.
Scene: Officers Dining Hall
MD: 7:1900
Krysa had taken a lot of time choosing just the right outfit. Something
that would make her look great, even if she wasn’t feeling particularly
great. She finally settled on a blue sleeveless dress, which she was
particularly fond of. Looking in the mirror she realized how much she
missed wearing blue, which was a very good color on her. She sighed
knowing those were the trials of promotions.
She headed to the Officers Dining Hall and was of course on time to the
reception. However, her father and his entourage were still there ahead
of her. Commander Zane was, of course, already there as well, chatting
with the ever exuberant Devon Grall and his wife. She saw Kavan sitting
at a table talking with her brother, surprisingly they seemed to be
getting along quite well.
“Krysa, I’m glad to see you are joining us this evening.” said her
father walking toward her; her mother as always right behind him.
“Of course,” said Krysa smiling.
“So where have you been keeping yourself all day? Kavan says you left
him hours ago.”
“I had some duties to take care of. I wanted to make sure they were done
so I could spend as much time with you and mom as possible.” said Krysa
smiling, knowing that neither one of her parents were likely to buy her
explanation. But of course, her father not wanting to disturb decorum
did not question her.
Ever the good little diplomat, Krysa wondered around the room making
small talk and greeting the other officers as they arrived. She had
hardly said two words to Kavan since entering the dining hall as Krysa’s
father had commandeered him and was doing the job of introducing him,
himself. Though he had caught her eye several times.
She watched her father. He really looked happy in his new role as
‘father of the bride’. She couldn’t help but smile as she watched him.
While her father was normally a very somber, formal man; with Kavan he
seemed much more animated. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to
find her mother watching her father as well.
“He’s very happy, you know.” she said.
“I can see that.” Krysa said softly.
“So you wandered the ship for several hours, did you?” Krysa turned and
looked at her mother in surprise. But Baris just nodded, “I know,
Krysa... I did the same thing almost 30 years ago. I had my doubts and
fears, but you know... it was the best thing I’ve ever done. Not by any
means, the easiest... but definitely the best.” Krysa just nodded, glad
to know that her mother truly did understand her feelings.
Just then there was a gong sounded. Krysa smiled. She hadn’t heard that
sound in a while. Commander Zane, now that everyone was startled into
silence by the gong, informed them that dinner was ready. Everyone moved
to take a chair, as Bat’s staff began to serve the meal.
Dinner conversations remained light and relaxed. It was good to everyone
enjoying themselves, thought Krysa. Even she was beginning to relax. It
was just after the main course that Ambassador Jenn stood and addressed
the dinner guests.
“I would like to thank the Captain and crew of the USS FEYNMAN for
allowing us to accompany you all back to Earth. We appreciate your
hospitality and we welcome your company tonight.” He looked at Krysa and
smiled. She couldn’t help but smile back. It was so rare for her father
to smile like that.
“I would also like to make an official announcement. My wife and I,
along with Mr. and Mrs. Devon Grall, would like to announce the joining
of our children, Krysa and Kavan. You all are invited to the wedding
which will take place at the Betazed Embassy on Earth the day arrive.”
Krysa noticed that most of the crew were not surprised. She hadn’t
figured they would be. Most likely her father had told them as he was
introducing Kavan around.
“For those of you who are not Betazoid and not fully comfortable with
Betazoid joining traditions, I would like to assure you that you are
still welcome to attend.” He paused looking at the others at the table.
“Clothed quests are not seen as an offense to the bride and groom any
longer. So please, feel free to attend.”
Bat’s staff began to serve the dessert, and the Ambassador decided to
cut his speech short. “I see dessert is here, so I won’t talk any
longer. Though I would like you to join me in wishing my daughter a
happy birthday.” He sat as Bat brought out a beautifully decorated
birthday cake and sat it in front of the surprised officer.
“Thank you, Bat, it’s wonderful.” he winked at her and moved back. Krysa
turned to her father and kissed him on the cheek, “Thanks, daddy,” she
whispered. The day wasn’t turning out to be as bad as it had appeared to
be.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: I think I left it open enough that you all can come and interact
as you please. I also didn’t force anyone to be there, other then Zane
and Bat <G>
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Reception (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 4-23-1996</h4>
SD: 80423.1200<br>
MD: 7.2100<br>
Scene: Officer's Dining Hall<br>
With dinner over the group had moved into the small lounge adjacent
to the Dining Hall to continue their conversations in a more relaxed
setting. Facing directly aft, it was one of the more serene areas of
the ship. One wall was composed of transparent steel and allowed
magnificent view of the retreating star field. A second, similar, wall
provided a view of the arboretum as well as a small iron gateway through
which guests could enter for an after-dinner stroll. The two remaining
walls were composed of a darkly stained oak joined by a large fireplace.
It was easy to allow one's self to feel they had left their technological
world and stepped into the past.
Zane stood staring out the window watching the stars race away,
his mind cluttered with thoughts and half-thoughts. The dinner had been
a great success, everyone had enjoyed themselves immensely. All of the
guests had been most interesting and he had even 'allowed' Kavan's father
into manouvering him into a tour of the ship. So why did he feel
so....depressed?
He turned slowly to look over the room and sipped his ice wine.
Noticing someone approaching to his left he turned to face them.
"Just thought I'd let you thank me for the best dinner you've
ever had."
"The Baked Alaskan was too frozen."
"Heathen. You wouldn't no good food if it jumped on your plate
and did a little dance. I noticed you ate enough of the satays."
Zane smiled and returned his gaze to the room. "You know my
metabolism."
"Kavan seems like a good kid."
Zane simply shrugged. "Where did you learn to cook like that anyway?"
"Well CSO on a deep-explorer can be very exciting and very, very
boring. When all the science types were drooling over themselves because
we found a star that was the 'wrong' colour or some temporal anomoly I
kept myself busy by learning the fine art of being a chef. I baked your
first birthday cake."
"Thanks. Did I enjoy it?"
"I'll say ya did. Within two seconds of putting it in front of
you you had sunk both hands into it and threw a glob of icing at the MCO!
For your second birthday we took the picture first."
Both men turned silent as their thoughts drifted to old memories
and lost friends.
"Excuse me sir?" Ensign Serra extended a hand.
Zane grasped it. "Welcome to the FEYNMAN Mr. Serra, I apologize
for not being able to officially meet you until now." Both had been busy
before the dinner had begun and had not been able to meet. During the
dinner they had sat at opposite ends of the table and had to be content
with a smile and a nod.
"Thank-you sir. I'm glad to finally be here."
"Yes, Commander Maril told me of your run-around to get here.
Not to ironic we're now heading to Earth."
"No sir." Serra grinned. "Of course I can't complain, being
granted shore-leave a week after taking my first post. Seems a little
unfair."
"I'm sure you'll manage."
"I'll try my best!" With a nod to both he turned and headed to
the dessert buffet."
"Any plans for when we dock, Bat?"
"A few old friends to visit, a little relaxation. Nothing to
spectacular. You?"
"To be honest I haven't spent all that much time thinking about
it. Perhaps stopping by the Academy to see some old instructors." He
unconsciously frowned at the thought. "I don't know, maybe a ride on the
Orient Express. I always wanted to do that but missed out after I almost
failed second year exo-biology. Who knows maybe I'll just stay aboard
and catch up on some reading."
Bat considered the blank look on his friends face. *Now what's
eating you?*
<<<NRPG>>>
Hi all, just placing myself at the reception. Wasn't too sure as to what
was happening re: the Maril's and the birth so I didn't touch on it.
regards,<br>
Andy<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Reception</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-23-1996</h4>
SD 80423.1830<br>
Officer's Dining Hall, 7.1930<br>
Krazny, after all, had '''known''' what was going to be said, so he glanced
around the room when the other officers were told there was going to be a
Betazoid joining ceremony...
... and saw exactly what he'd felt was going to happen. Some of the
officers, like himself, didn't mind at all, and some were already thinking
up excuses not to go before it was said that "Clothed guests are not seen
as an offense... any longer."
To that he felt two reactions. Among the minority (albeit a large one),
including himself, was a great deal of amusement, and the others seemed to
let out a simultaneous subconscious sigh of relief.
But when they hauled out a '''cake''', of all things, he was puzzled...
Betazoid joining announcements weren't exactly a cake kind of occasion.
Then, after listening to the ambassador, he understood. The cake had
nothing - or not much - to do with the announcement. Krysa hadn't told
him... and he hadn't read - from ANYBODY... that it was her '''birthday'''!
Arrrggghhhhhhh..... Krazny never did like birthdays.... especially those
of people who were much older than his paltry eighteen. Even when he'd
gone into the Academy - just after turning fourteen - he'd hated
birthdays... perhaps because his father's birthday had been the day he got
killed.
After the meal, Krazny got up and headed for the window where Krysa was
standing. "You didn't tell me it was your birthday, too."
"Thought you wouldn't understand the mood I was in if you knew." Krysa
whispered.
"No, I hate 'em." He lowered his voice. "Always have... though maybe my
nineteenth could change that... because, and I don't usually talk about
before I was in the Academy, but... my father died on his birthday, when I
was seven."
NRPG: Well, here's Krazny's take on things. Oh, and I realize he's been
drinking under age, but then, he's a Starfleet Officer, who's gonna check
his ID? That is, if there still IS a drinking age...
Charles Jencks<br>
Ensign Krazny Oktyabr<br>
CNS, USS FEYNMAN<br>
BTW My machine had a fit every time I tried to read the last note...
seems it didn't want me to read past the second page. I ended up printing
it out just to get to read the end! Servers....
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Maril's Thoughts... :)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 4-24-1996</h4>
SD 80424.0130 (GMT)<br>
MD 7.1845<br>
Sickbay<br>
Maril was watching the proceedings with some interest when Nurse Tamy
suggested, "Sir, I think it would be better if you and the father would sit in
the Doctor's office until the delivery is over."
"Very well," Maril replied. Turning to Asfero Cupel, the soon-to-be father,
said, "Servants of Cabeli must do their work. There is the shelter of
Simbago." As he said the last sentence, Maril pointed at Dr. Tok's office.
Both Tamarians walked over to the office and sat down.
Maril sighed. He was fatigued. First the Furjen mission, then the BrOT,
then the unauthorized beamdown...the list of stressful situations went on.
Finally, he had been terribly worried about his family, and when they were
found, Mikel had had a baby.
Maril sighed again. Cupel hadn't spoken much. Even at his wedding to
Maril's sister(back when Maril was the Ensign CSciO of the Feynman), he had
been rather quiet.
"The impari has picked away at you?" Cupel finally spoke.
"Yes, the impari of Diabot Cave," Maril replied. Cupel grimaced, as the
impari is a Tamarian bird, almost like a cross between a vulture and an eagle,
and the impari of Diabot Cave was a particularly large, ruthless one.
Suddenly, Maril remembered something about a reception having to do with Lt.
Jenn. When he had heard about it, he had still been seriously worrying about
his family. Very well, he would check anyway.
"Computer, give ship's time," Maril said.
<nowiki><USS Feynman time is 1856 hours.></nowiki>
"Is there going to be a reception soon?"
<nowiki><Define 'soon'.></nowiki>
"Within the next four hours."
<nowiki><Affirmative. Reception for Ambassador Jenn, family, and friends, as well as
senior officers will be held at 1900 hours.></nowiki>
Maril jumped up. "The fastest horses!" he cried. Turning to Cupel, he said,
"If the source is found, call the eagle." Remembering that his family would
not know the correct terminology to contact anyone. Quickly, he said,
"Computer, allow for phrase: 'The Eagle, Person X; The Owl, Person Y.' to
substitute for the phrase: 'Person X to Person Y.' during intraship
communication."
<nowiki><Command carried out.></nowiki>
With that, Maril hurried out the door....
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:
Just putting Maril at the reception. If anyone wants to have Maril arrive,
it's okay. If not, well, I'll have to think of something else. ;))
Lysle: You're the medical expert(right?), so you handle the medical details. I
personally have no idea what to write....;)
All:Any thoughts on the new baby's name? :)
Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<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,<br>
Andy<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Reception and Naming</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 4-26-1996</h4>
SD 80426.0230 (GMT)<br>
MD 7.2145<br>
Lounge adjacent to Officer's Dining Room<br>
Maril struggled to keep up with the pace of the fast dance. Although Maril
had danced before, Mrs. Grall was definitely a better dancer and was keeping
him moving. He certainly didn't have time to think about anything except
keeping up with Mrs. Grall.
Suddenly, the music changed and the tempo slowed. Although Mrs. Grall was
still dancing much better than Maril, he did get a chance to catch his breath.
"I didn't expect you to ask me to dance, Mr. Maril," the Betazoid woman
smiled.
"Well, I suppose it is sort of like Ciapo leading Fedri down the wrong
trail," Maril smiled back. Mrs. Grall seemed confused by the metaphor.
"Never mind. It is just a metaphor. You may be hearing many of them in the
near future, as almost my entire immediate family is aboard."
"Really? I'm sure I would like to meet them," Mrs. Grall replied.
"Perhaps you will," Maril sighed.
"Is anything wrong, Mr. Maril? You seem rather uptight."
"Well...my sister is in labor right now, and...."
"I understand, Mr. Maril. I know it can be terribly worrisome waiting...."
The music switched once again. This time, to a more medium tempo.
[Sickbay to Commander Maril. The baby has...arrived.]
"Understood. I will be there soon. Maril out." To his dance partner, he
said, "I am sorry, Mrs. Grall. I must leave. My sister just-"
"I heard. There is no need for an explanation."
"Good." Maril looked around. Finally, he smiled. He pointed to Commander
Zane. "I'm sure, however, that our Captain would like to continue in my place."
They had reached Zane. "Wouldn't you, sir?" Maril grinned.
"Well...I'm...not sure. I never really learned how to dance," Maril could
tell Zane would say anything to get out.
As Maril walked out of the room, he could hear Mrs. Grall say, "Nonsense.
Anyone can dance. Commander Maril just...."
MD 7.2215<br>
Sickbay<br>
Lt. Commander Maril entered the room to see his sister cradling the newborn
baby. She looked rather cute.
"Congratulations, sir! You're an uncle!" Dr. Tok noticed Maril.
"So, Doctor, did everything go smoothly?"
"Well, we had to use the fetal transporter, sir, and at first the baby wasn't
breathing, but we were able to revive her."
"Good job, Doctor," Maril smiled. Walking over to his sister, he said, "May
I watch the new river flow?"
"Ambado to Iperi," Mikel said as she handed the new baby girl over to Onta.
He smiled. It had been a long time since he had seen a newborn baby.
"Iperi back," he said as he handed her back. "What should the new river bee
called?"
"Hmmm...I am Digabo. Asfero, can you guide us?" Mikel said. Asfero just
shrugged, a gesture common to all species.
Maril smiled. "I am not Digabo. If Sibak allows it, we call this river the
same as another whose river started this day, though many sun-circles ago."
"Who?"
"Krysa...no, must meet the sea with an inflexible letter...."
"Krysel!" Mikel called out.
"Name rivaling Dorai," Maril smiled.
This baby, the baby that all this fuss was made over, just lay in her
mother's arms and smiled....
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:
And so, Krysel Tuelchi is born (Maril's sister is named Mikel Tuelchi). The
little bit about the "inflexible letter" was just because, for some reason (I
forget why), all the males' names in Maril's family end in vowels, while all
the females' names end in consonants. Just FYI. :)
Andy: Now your character has to dance with Mrs. Grall! <evil laugh> :)
Kristen: Glad that I named the baby after Jenn? :) It actually made sense,
though. ;)
Lysle: I moved the time of the delivery up, so that everything worked out OK. :)
All: Where is everybody? If you're not going to be at the reception, you could
at least be somewhere. ;)
Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<br>
Ens. Siqor CEO USS Tesla<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Welcoming Dr. Tok</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-26-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80426.1231<br>
Scene: Reception<br>
MD: 7. 2300<br>
Krysa saw Dr. Tok walk in. She headed over to the Bolian. “Dr. Tok,
you’ve missed most of the reception.”
“I had to deliver a baby,” he told her grinning.
“Yes, I heard. How is Commander Maril’s sister?” asked Krysa. She hadn’t
had a chance to talk to the Commander, but Mrs. Grall was making sure
everyone was aware of his good fortune.
“Mother and child are doing well. You’ll be interested to know that she
had a girl. They named her name is Krysel Tuelchi, in honor of your
birthday.” Tok told her with a smile.
Krysa’s eyes sparkled, “Really. That is exciting. I am really honored.”
Just then Krysa’s father walked up behind her. “Honored for what, my
dear?”
Dr. Tok, smiled at the Ambassador, “Krysa just had a baby named after
her. Only born a little over an hour ago.”
“A baby! See Krysa, I knew there were good things in store for you and
Kavan. This is certainly a sign,” said the Ambassador with a hint of a
gloat.
Tok looked confused, “Who’s Kavan?”
“Dr. Tok has only just arrived, father.” Krysa said, quickly, still
uncomfortable with her newfound role, “He missed your reception because
he was delivering the baby,” she turned to introduce the doctor to her
father, “Doctor, this is my father, Ambassador Quarn Jenn.” Krysa said
quickly. “Dr. Tok is our CMO on the FEYNMAN.”
Her father shook the Bolian’s hand. “Pleased to meet you, Dr. Tok. I’m
sorry you missed Dinner. It was splendid! But Krysa I’m surprised you
haven’t introduced your fiancé to all your friends,” he scanned the room
quickly for the young man. Spotting Kavan, the Ambassador was able to
catch his eye, and motion him over.
Tok looked at Krysa in surprise. She shrugged slightly, as Kavan joined
their group. “Kavan,” said Ambassador Jenn, “ I’d like you to meet the
CMO here on the FEYNMAN, Dr. Tok. Doctor, this is my future son-in-law,
Kavan. He has some very interesting news for you. Excuse me please,
won’t you, I see someone else I must speak to.” With that the Ambassador
turned and left.
Kavan smiled at the doctor, “News? What news, doctor?”
Tok looked a bit confused, “Well, I suppose he was referring to the fact
that I just delivered a baby tonight, and it was named after Krysa
because they will share a birthday.”
Kavan laughed and turned to Krysa, “Let me guess, he thinks it’s a good
omen.”
Krysa nodded, and began to laugh as well, “Yes.”
The both turned back to the doctor and Kavan held out his hand. “I am
pleased to meet you, doctor. I’m Kavan Grall.”
The Bolian shook the man’s hand, “Well, you are a surprise, Kavan. I
didn’t even know Krysa was engaged.”
Throwing a teasing glance at Krysa, he said, “No, I imagine she didn’t
tell anyone.”
“Congratulations to the both of you.” He looked at Krysa with a frown,
“Krysa, you aren’t leaving us are you?” Tok asked.
Krysa looked at Kavan, “Well, no, I guess not.”
Kavan smiled, “There’s no reason for her to. As long as I’m allowed to
‘tag-a-long’. You see Dr. Tok, I would follow her anywhere.” Krysa
blushed. “I’ve already been dragged from Betazed to Starbase Epsilon,
and now I understand we are on our way to Earth.”
“Yes, we have been granted shore leave for a week. Just perfect for a
honeymoon, wouldn’t you say,” said Dr. Tok smiling.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Lsyle, well, you made it :)<br>
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: What's Wrong, You Can Tell Me</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-26-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80426.1504<br>
Scene: Reception<br>
MD: 7.2330<br>
Krysa allowed Tarrent his excuse. She motioned to the handsome man
standing just off to the side of her. Tarrent hadn’t noticed him before,
“Kavan, I’d like you to meet our Chief Engineer, Lt. Koreth. Tarrent,
this is Kavan Grall, my ... well, we’re...”
Kavan chuckled at her and turned to the Lt., “Don’t mind Krysa. I’m not
sure she’s gotten used to me yet. I’m her fiancé.”
Tarrent’s eyes widened slightly as he looked from Krysa to Kavan. “I’m
pleased to meet you. Though a bit surprised.”
Kavan laughed. He was incredibly good natured about the whole thing.
Krysa had yet to figure him out completely. So far all of her fellow
officers seemed to like him. She was finding it hard to understand why
she still had her own doubts.
****<br>
As the evening wore on, officers began to trickle out, calling it a
night. Ens. Krazny had asked to meet with the two before the reached
Earth. Kavan readily agreed, and Krysa simply nodded, going along with
it.
“I’d like to turn in as well, Krysa. Do you want me to walk you to your
quarters?” asked Kavan.
“No, thank you. I want to help Bat clean up a bit. You go on. I’ll see
you in the morning for breakfast with my parents.” Kavan nodded and
headed out. Krysa looked and noticed Commander Zane sitting by one of
the windows. She walked over and sat down next to him.
“Thank you for the reception, sir,” she said.
“You are welcome, Krysa, we were glad to do it.” The Commander told
her.
“You know if you don’t mind me asking, you seem ... distracted tonight.
Is there a problem you’d like to talk about?” she asked concerned.
“You sound like a Counselor...”
Krysa laughed, “I suppose, it’s a habit I guess. Something a Counselor
never loses. But really, I would like to know what you’re thinking.”
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Yeah, Tarrent made it!! :)<br>
Charles... I will write a post with Krysa and Kavan coming to see you
probably tomorrow (that would be around 9am EST :) If you would like to
start it before then feel free.
Andy, just thought I’d follow up on the depressed commander :) Yes,
Krysa still has the heart of a counselor <EG> And no she’s not trying to
take Krazny’s job, she happy with the one she’s got, thank you:)
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: What's Wrong, You Can Tell Me (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 4-26-1996</h4>
SD: 80426.2230<br>
> Scene: Reception<br>
> MD: 7.2330<br>
> Thank you for the reception, sir, she said.<br>
><br>
> You are welcome, Krysa, we were glad to do it. The Commander told her.<br>
><br>
> You know if you dont mind me asking, you seem ... distracted tonight. <br>
> Is there a problem youd like to talk about? she asked concerned.<br>
><br>
"You sound like a counselor.." Zanecursed himself silently. It was
Krysa's evening and he had not meant to put a damper on it in any way.
Yes, he was depressed but he shouldn't be showing it.
> Krysa laughed, I suppose, its a habit I guess. Something a counselor never<br>
> loses. But really, I would like to know what youre thinking.<br>
He looked up at her and smiled. He couldn't say anything so
instead lied. "I appreciate the concern but really I'm fine."
Krysa wasn't convinced, and said so.
He shrugged in mock surrender. "Well maybe I might be a little
weary lately. Can we just leave it there?"
Krysa thought better of it but decided she'd let it go....for now.
"I'm glad your both here I've got a great idea!" Bat exclaimed
as he approached.
Zane put his head in his hands. "Bat with another idea, now I
am depressed.
Krysa laughed. "What's your idea Bat?"
"We..." He pointed at Zane and then himself. "...throw a
bachelor party for Kavan! What d'ya think?"
"Well I don't know, I'd have to ask Kavan."
"Well what are you doing standing here? Go and ask him! There's
plans to be made!"
"I think it will hold til morning Bat. Earth is still 5 days away."
Bat ignored him. "Yes sir it'll be great. First we'll have to
come up with a really good holoprogram....he's not allergic to anything
is he?"
"I don't think I want to hear any of this so I'm heading off to
bed to leave you two to your planning. Good night and thanks again."
They both watched her go in silence and once the doors closed Bat
turned to Zane. "Now what's your problem?"
_______________<br>
Scene: Sickbay<br>
MD:8.0015<br>
Zane looked down at the FEYNMAN's newest arrival, Krysal who was
sleeping contently in sickbay's makeshift nursery. One of the nurses
came over and stood beside Zane. "Cute little guy isn't he?"
"Very."
"Your about the 20th person to come in here in the last 90
minutes. It seems he's quite a celebrity."
Zane nodded not surprised. A new birth was definitly not an
everyday occurrence on the FEYNMAN. A birth, a wedding and now maybe a
bachelor party. It was certainly turning out to be quite a week.
<<<NRPG>>>
Just a short one...
Kristin: What do you think, would Kavan be interested in a Bachelor
Party or should we put a leash on Bat before he gets rolling. <G>
respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Party??</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-27-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80427.1312<br>
Scene: Kavan’s quarters<br>
MD: 8. 0800<br>
Krysa rang the chime on Kavan’s door. She heard him call ‘come in’ as
the door slid open. She entered, but didn’t see him right away.
“Kavan?”
“Just a minute, I’ll be right out came his call from the bedroom.”
Krysa took a seat on the couch to wait for him. She didn’t have to wait
long, as he came out almost as soon as she had sat down. His short, wavy
hair was wet and freshly combed. “I apologize, Krysa. I got a late start
this morning.”
“That’s alright, I don’t think my father will mind if we’re late. I
think as far as he’s concerned you can do no wrong.” she said chuckling.
“Well, your dad’s not such a bad guy. A little stuffy perhaps,” Kavan
sat down next to her and took her hand. “Besides it’s thanks to him, I
have you.”
Krysa blushed. She found that she rather liked Kavan’s sweet remarks.
She was beginning to warm up to this marriage idea after all. At least
Kavan was a good man, and he seemed to genuinely care for her. She
smiled, “I do have a request for you.”
“Anything, you have only to ask.”
“Well, it’s not my request exactly... it’s Bat’s. You met Bat last
night, didn’t you?”
“Oh yes, the bartender,” laughed Kavan, “Quite a character.”
Krysa laughed, “Yes, he is. He would like to throw you a bachelor
party.”
“A what?”
“A bachelor party. It’s an Earth tradition to hold a party for the groom
just prior to the wedding. ‘One last chance to party with the guys
before you get tied down’.”
“And Bat would be throwing this party?” Krysa nodded and Kavan smiled,
“I think it sounds like an excellent idea. So you wouldn’t be there?”
“I think that’s the general idea.” said Krysa raising an eyebrow at him.
“You needn’t look so happy about that.”
Kavan stood and pulled her up. Grinning, he said, “You can tell Bat that
I would be honored to have a ‘Bachelor Party’.”
“I’m sure he’ll be glad to here that,” together they headed out to meet
the Ambassador for breakfast.
Scene: CNS Office<br>
MD: 8.1000<br>
Krysa and Kavan entered Ens. Krazny’s office. Krazny motioned them over
to the couch, “Come in, have a seat.”
“Thank you, Ens. Krazny,” said Krysa. She and Kavan sat down and looked
at the counselor.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Sorry, I can’t write more Charles... My DH (dear husband) is up
early an wants to get out of the house on this beautiful Saturday. Go
ahead and start the session though :)
Kristen
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