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