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Max: <BEG>! | Max: <BEG>! | ||
regards, | regards,<br> | ||
Andy | Andy<br> | ||
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | -CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | ||
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br> | -LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br> | ||
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<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 | |||
Sickbay | |||
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> | |||