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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: 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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