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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Close Your Mouth, Dear</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-175-1997</h4>
Stardate: 90517.1326<br>
Scene: HMS FEYNMAN<br>
Jenn settled into a spot along the side of the boat next to Zane a smile
still on her lips from the practical joke on the poor Mr. Heywood.
"You know you really shouldn't tease the crew like that," he grinned,
"They might get the wrong idea."
"It made Allard happy. Besides it was kinda fun." She wiggled a bit
pulling on the corset, "Well, at least now I know why the women were
always in such a blooming hurry to get these things off!"
Zane nearly spit out the second mouthful of grog since arriving on the
HMS FEYNMAN.
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It wasn't long before they were approached by the green-skinned Orion
CMO. She towered over the diminutive OPs officer by at least a foot. But
Krysa was not easily intimidated.
>"Hello Doctor. Mary isn't it" Krysa said as she looked into the
Orion's black eyes.
>"Yes. I noticed the lively conversation and decided to join the
group. I guess I'm not the only one who is made "uncomfortable" in this
hideously misogynist costume." Mary said as she pointed to Krysa's
harlot trappings.
"Ah yes. I couldn't help it. J.C.'s costume just wasn't my style and I
couldn't pass up the chance to have a little fun on our mission
briefing. The young woman was more then happy with the trade. Though, I
hear she made a fool of herself, parading around in the naval garb."
Krysa said as she took a sip of her drink.
>"Well she won't have to worry about anymore. I ended her holographic
life about 10 minutes ago. The only good thing about this naval costume
is that the rapier is quite real" Mary said to her amazed audience.
Krysa's mouth dropped open and Zane thoughtfully pushed it closed for
her. "Care for a cup of Grog?" He asked the newest FEYNMAN crewmember,
diplomatically.
Regaining her composure Krysa smiled at the woman, "Well, she is only a
hologram after all."
"Not fond of blood, Commander?" The CMO asked pointedly.
"Um," Krysa sputtered for a moment, a bit caught off guard by the woman,
"Not really I suppose. Though I imagine as a Doctor, you get used to
it." She smiled uncomfortably and looked at the Captain, "So where do
you suppose Commander Maril is."
He grinned at her. Krysa was rarely off kilter, but this new CMO seemed
to have done just that in only a short conversation. "He'll be alone
soon, I'm sure. Look, here comes the Admiral."
Regards,<br>
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<br>
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br>
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NRPG: Well, David, Mary seems to have surprised my Krysa :} I wouldn't
worry about it. I'm sure she can pull herself together :}
Kristen
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