Starbase Geneva

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Mission: Inalienable Rights, Day Nine
Stardate: 2405.08.27
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(Starbase Geneva - Admiral's Module - SQNCO Admiral Eileen Greeley - 1920)
(Starbase Geneva - Sickbay - SPC Louise Palmer - 1940)
(Starbase Geneva - Park Deck - OO Crewman Montro - 21.30)

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Mission: Inalienable Rights, Day Nine
Stardate: 2405.08.27
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(Starbase Geneva - Admiral's Module - SQNCO Admiral Eileen Greeley - 1920)

Eileen scrambled to her feet, kicking off the high heeled shoes that were 
making it rather difficult to maneuver, when she realized that she had 
knocked Lise right into Aragorn.  She was bracing herself for Lise's 
retaliation when Aragorn jumped up.  "STOP IT!" he bellowed.  When Lise did 
not stop, Aragorn took two steps closer and grabbed the back of his FO's 
uniform, pulled her off and flung her to the other side of the room.

Seeing her opportunity, Eileen charged towards Lise, heedless of Aragorn 
grabbing to stop her too.  Blinded by rage, she was even heedless of her 
negligee as it ripped and came off completely, until she was jerked to a 
stop by Aragorn as he grabbed her hair, and then flung her onto the sofa, 
quite naked.

"STOP IT! DAMN YOU!" Aragorn bellowed again, breathing heavily.  "HOW DARE 
YOU! DON'T YOU REALISE THAT AT THIS VERY MOMENT MY SON COULD BE DYING?!"

Eileen looked at the man of her dreams, the object of her desires, in shock 
and confusion as his face suddenly turned quite pale.  "I...I... I have to 
go!" he stammered, then he slapped his  commbadge.  "MISTER ROFT! GET YOUR 
BUTT OVER TO THE ADMIRAL'S MODULE! .... NOW!"  With a final look back, he 
then turned and ran out of the room.

Suddenly realizing her state of complete undress, Eileen quickly grabbed 
her dress and pulled it on over her head, so that at least she would not be 
completely nude when the counsellor arrived.  Still her mind was reeling 
from what had happened.  ~What could have caused me to react that way?~ she 
asked herself as she walked over to her tattered negligee lying in a heap 
on the
floor, picked it up, and dropped it into the recycling chute.  She tossed 
the high-heeled shoes into a corner and dropped into the armchair, leaning 
forward with her head in her hands, which was when she noticed that her 
necklace was gone.

She straightened up and looked around, thinking it must have fallen off at 
some point, when she saw Commander Arianna standing on the opposite side of 
the room, apparently stunned as well by Aragorn's hasty 
departure.  "Computer, lights."  Eileen then stood up in the now brighter 
room and with what little dignity she could muster, addressed the young 
officer as she walked around the
room extinguishing and recycling the candles.  "Commander, I owe you an 
apology.  There is no excuse for my behavior, and I have no idea what 
caused me to react in such a manner.  Please understand that I have never 
done anything like this," she said, gesturing around at the room, the 
candles, the champagne, "before, and don't know what inspired me to do it 
now."  She suddenly thought of Aragorn and what he must have thought of the 
whole situation!  It had all been a complete disaster!

(reply Arianna, Roft, any)
(posted by Aaron Scifres)

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(Starbase Geneva - Sickbay - SPC Louise Palmer - 1940)

Louise, still shaking from her row with Aragorn, sat down quietly by 
Meh'Nor. He still lay as still as the grave, the rise and fall of his chest 
barely perceptible, even when she looked hard for it.

"The sad thing is, sweetheart, I don't know what to think any more," she 
said softly, sadly.

She blinked hard, squeezing back the tears.

"Just get better, Meh'Nor," she begged. "If I lose you too......."

Sitting beside her son, Louise's mind free-wheeled back to the encounter 
with Aragorn. It replayed the evening in detail. When had things started to 
go wrong, she wondered. He had seemed so - so normal at first.

~Well normal for Aragorn~ she amended.

He had always been so open, so honest. Louise would have staked her life on 
it. HAD staked her life on it once.

Only once before had looked at her in *that* way... long ago, back in their 
Nimitz time. The Cardassian war of 2403/4. He'd thrown himself between her 
and the Cardassian who'd been about to shoot her and had nearly died 
himself. She felt sick, still, thinking about it. The damage to his brain 
had meant he had temporarily lost his memory,  he'd even in his confusion 
thought she had betrayed him to the Cardassians. But even then he'd been 
unable to hurt her. She wondered if he remembered that or if it was lost to 
him.

~But then you still loved me, Aragorn~

Even blinking couldn't hold back the tears now, and they fell unheeded, 
rolling silently down her face and dropping onto her hands.

~And if you loved me now, then none of this mess would have happened~

Of that she felt certain. Aragorn was incapable of deceit. Or so she had 
thought, before tonight.

~But then maybe I've been wrong all along. Maybe he's just been a bl**dy 
good actor~

~But Vegans don't lie~ she reminded herself.

Then again, he didn't actually *lie* when telling the truth was unsafe, or 
undesirable. Not directly. She had known him to lie by omission, as it were.

So had he just 'omitted' to tell her he didn't love her any more?

Somehow that didn't ring true either. Not deep down.

~But what about that lipstick, on his collar, at the back of his neck? Such 
an intimate place for a kiss. He said *she* - ~

Even in her mind Louise refused to name the woman

~ - gave him a peck. Surely not even Aragorn could class a kiss *there* as 
a peck?~

No, the only conclusion she could come to was that there was indeed 
something going on between Aragorn and *her*. And probably the Admiral too. 
Why else would she receive Aragorn (and *her*) in her nightwear?

Louise had rarely in her whole life felt so alone.

~Inform me of any progress of my son~

How cold that sounded, how utterly, utterly cold.

The sound of the door opening brought her out of her reverie, and she 
looked up, unaware of the tears still running down her cheeks, to see 
another doctor.

"Yes?" she said, wondering if he had come to check on Meh'Nor.

(Reply du Pounte, Any)
(Posted by Liz Geuken)

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~What a strange day.~ thought Montro as he wandered onto the Park Deck, an 
air tight container tightly clutched in his hands.

~Now where could she be?~ he wondered, as he adjusted his eyes to the 
darker area, as the simulated  sky was now darkening with the sinking of 
the holographic sun.

He'd have to hurry and find Gertie, so he could have breakfast before he 
went on shift.  He had tried to put electronic locators onto Gertie, but no 
matter what he had done, she had managed to somehow lose the device.  He 
suspected that Izzy was somehow responsible, but he was never able to prove it.

~I wonder where she could be?~ he thought, as he moved through the 
park.  ~She always seems to find me quickly when I have sugar.~

The park was relatively deserted with only the stray person walking here 
and there.

"Gertie!" called out Montro.  "Gertie!!!  Where are you????  I've got some 
new sugar cubes for you!!!"

Montro's eyes detected a slight bit of movement by a tree and walked 
over.  "Gertie?  Is that you?" he called out, when he realized it was a 
humanoid sitting under a tree.  As he drew near, he could see that the man 
seemed rather down trodden.

~The poor thing.~ he thought, as he walked up to the man.

"Hello," he said gently.  "Want a sugar cube?"

<<Reply Aragorn>>

"Are you okay?" Montro asked.

<<Reply Aragorn>>

Montro listened intently to the man, when he noticed the fluttering of 
wings and a sinking feeling, as he heard the accompanying plopping sounds.

"Ohhhhh..." he said, as he looked at the man who was now sprinkled with 
droppings.  Looking at his own uniform for the tell tale spots, he looked 
up into the trees and spotted Boris and Doris "sleeping".

"Boris!  Doris!  That wasn't nice!" he scolded.  "I'm sorry, Mister.  Here 
let me get those stains out."

Placing the sugar cubes down on the ground, he opened his bag and began 
rummaging for that bottle of cleaner.  "Need a rag." he said to himself, as 
he scrounged about in his bag, pulling out various items.  From a ball of 
twine to some shiny paper.  "Here it is.  And here is that cleaner." he 
said triumphantly, as he popped opened the bottle which made a peculiar odor.

Montro wasn't really sure what the bottle was, but he knew he could use it 
to clean stuff and it would smell pretty good.  He tried drinking it once, 
but it didn't really catch his fancy.  The label said Vegan Black.  That 
sounded like a cleaner didn't it?

"Here hold this," he said, as he handed the man the bottle.  "Now hold 
still and I'll get the stain out.  I'm really sorry about this."

<<Reply Aragorn>>

(Reply Aragorn, Any)
(posted by Kaweo Kanoho)

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