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<p class="MsoNormal">Mission:<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>A
Cure
Delayed</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Day: 3</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Stardate: 2445.10.27</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">(USS Illuminar – Deck 3 –Personal Quarters- COps
Lieutenant
Dieter Gregory – 1800) </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Gregory had finally gotten off shift, for a bit
at
least.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He planned to go to the
holodeck
for a workout.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He was still
hoping to
get a few days off to go free climbing the Vulcan L-langon Mountains.<span
style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>A fellow climbing enthusiast got him
in
contact with T’Kisi, one of the curators at the Institute for the
Transmission
of Vulcan Culture, who had contacts and maps of the mountain range.<span
style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Gregory sent a message and was
waiting. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Removing his uniform, he went into the en suite
to take a
shower. It always felt good at the end of shift, and if he decided to go
to the
Prancing Pony tonight, he’d be refreshed.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Reolra stood outside Gregory’s quarters.<span
style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He’d been really busy the last few
days with
his promotion to 3<sup>rd</sup> officer that they had not had a change
to get
together. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>She had made some
discrete
inquiries and found out he was off-shift.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>Never being a shy one, she got dressed up and headed to his
quarters.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Gregory had given her access to his quarters, so
she entered
her access code and slipped in. She was about to call out when she heard
him
singing from the shower in the back.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Slipping
off her shoes, she moved to sit on the bed, stretching her legs out,
waiting.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Dieter grabbed his towel, and walked out into the
main
living space, drying himself as he entered the space. “Computer, Allira
punch,
cold.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The hum of the replicator filled the room as
Gregory turned
around.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“Reolra,” he said. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Surprise,” the woman replied as she jumped out
of bed to embrace
Gregory in a hug, planting a kiss on his lips.<span
style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>“You’ve been so busy and I’ve missed our … chats.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Gregory smiled, returning the kiss, “Indeed, I
have as well,”
he said coming up for air.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Computer, lights to 35 percent.<span
style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Play Euphoria.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The lights dimmed, gentle jazz music filled the
room, the
sound of a zipper opening and a dress falling to the floor.<span
style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“Dieter,” she said.<span
style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">(USS Illuminar – Deck 3 –Personal Quarters- COps
Lieutenant
Dieter Gregory – 2000)</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Reolra kissed Gregory on the cheek, “That was an
excellent
chat,” she said, “What are you thinking?”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Gregory rolled over, “I need sustenance woman
before you
wear me out.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She playfully hit him in the arm as she stood up.<span
style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“Well then, let’s get you fed Mister.<span
style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I have more things I want to chat
about.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Gregory rolled out of bed and helped Reolra zip
back into
her dress.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>While she was putting
on her
heels, he got into a clean uniform.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Where shall we go?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>Here or down to Vulcan?”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>he
asked</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“The Pony is fine with me, less travel time,” she
replied. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Let us about it then.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">(USS Illuminar – The Prancing Pony- COps
Lieutenant Dieter
Gregory – 2030)</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Gregory and Reolra walked into the lounge.<span
style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It was quiet at the moment, with many
crew on
shore leave, so the two found a table in the corner, looking out into
space,
with the planet on the left side.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Hey Reolra, Lieutenant,” Sam said from behind
the bar.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“The usuals?”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Please.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And
a plate
of shrimp and oysters,” Gregory replied. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Sam raised an eyebrow, “Having a good night
Lieutenant?” </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Reolra chuckled, “Better than you Sam.<span
style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Better than you.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">(Reply, IYW)</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">(Posted by Tim) </p>
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