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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: By the Pricking of My Thumbs...</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-6-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80206.1635<br> | |||
Ship Time: 2005<br> | |||
Scene: Ten Forward<br> | |||
Ensign Cartright was the last person who Ensign Jerran would expect to | |||
come sit at his table at this moment, but she did. She sat down | |||
nonchalantly, and smiled at him, as if the night before had never | |||
happened, not to mention the entire day in the shuttlebay repairing the | |||
NOGURA. | |||
He nodded to her and said, "Ensign," taking a sip of his Raktageno while | |||
glancing over at the command officers. | |||
"Hi, Terri," she said in return. "How are you enjoying the party?" | |||
He was surprised that she had gotten to the small talk so soon. He | |||
didn't have to use telepathy to tell that something was on her mind, but | |||
he was also not about to pry it out of her. If it was up to him, he | |||
would just let the whole matter go, but he could tell that it probably | |||
wasn't going to be that easy. | |||
"It's fine, I suppose. I'm not one for social gatherings, though, and | |||
besides, I still hardly know any of the people here, except for you, of | |||
course, Ensign." | |||
She smiled to him and said, "Yes, I suppose that's true. I think you've | |||
handled your transition from the Academy rather well, though." | |||
Jerran nodded to her and said, "Thank you." | |||
There was a long pause which lasted a couple of minutes. Terri guessed | |||
that she was hopefully out of small talk. | |||
"Terri?" | |||
"Yes?" | |||
"I wanted to talk to you about last night," she said reluctantly. | |||
"Oh?" he replied. | |||
"Yes. I think I moved a little to fast. I presumed way too many | |||
things. And, I'm sorry for any discomfort that I caused you," she said, | |||
looking down at the table. | |||
*Oh, damn,* Jerran thought. *Emotional response. What am I suppose to | |||
do now?* He knew that if he said the wrong thing at this point that it | |||
could either plunge him into a relationship that he wasn't really ready | |||
for at this time, or it would cause her to request a transfer off the | |||
FEYNMAN, in which case, Jerran would loose one of his best AFCO's. He | |||
really wished that the red alert klaxons would go off right now, but | |||
there was no such luck. He even tried to telepathically call out to Lt. | |||
Jenn for advice, hoping that some of that telepathic link which they had | |||
shared on the NOGURA had remained for her to hear him. But, as expected, | |||
not even that would work. | |||
So, the only thing he could do was... | |||
<NRPG><br> | |||
Anyone, feel free to come over and save Jerran by interrupting the | |||
conversation, if you like <G> | |||
Respectfully Submitted,<br> | |||
Ensign Jerran Terel<br> | |||
aka Joseph Baker<br> | |||
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu<br> | |||
jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu | |||
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the chief parts of the Ruling * | |||
* meillunsiateve * Passion, only this can be truly * | |||
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * said: * | |||
* Mnahe afw'ein quii; * Hate has a reason for everything, * | |||
* rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable. * | |||
* mrht Hes'he ehl'ein quii. * | |||
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* Joseph W. Baker * | |||
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
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