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(Echo Earth - Mayor's Building - E/SYO Ensign Boone Foster - 0859)
(Mars Facility, Security Complex,  Ens(jg) Garek Dapeg - 1850)
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(Echo Earth - Mayor's Building - E/SYO Ensign Boone Foster - 0859)

Boone had never left the room. He walked around some, and drank some water as he anticipated their return. When he was told the committee members were on their way back he sat and waited. One to two minutes later the members strolled back in and took their seats behind the heightened bench. The man in the middle with his growly voice spoke. 

"Mr. Foster, although you didn't do as well as some of has hoped, you were indeed successful in the goal this committee set for you. You have permission to continue in this role on behalf of Each Earth. But Mr. Foster, we have high expectations of you. And soon, you may not be the only one from Echo Earth in Starfleet. Your orders remain the same. This meeting is over." He banged the gavel on the wooden bench to close. 

Boone smiled. After thinking his career is Starfleet might be over even before it began, how could he not be happy that he would definitely continue. The news of another joining Starfleet was heard, and he wondered briefly if it was a threat to him or a gift. Time would tell he thought. 

(reply none)
(posted by Calvin Capps)

(Mars Facility, Security Complex,  Ens(jg) Garek Dapeg - 1850

Darpeg to Carson, The subject is starting to give out information.

=/\=Excellent," Carson replied. =/\=I'm monitoring the interogations from Secops, keep going. Taya seems to be doing well also and Ensign Foxglove from Intelligence is coming across to help.=/\=

"With my subject, I have to get him with little slips of the tongue.  But he appears that he is part of a wide ranging network."

=/\='If all of this is linked, it's a massive conspiracy than spans large portions of the Federation and beyond. From Earth to Betazed, Trill & Delta Angoris. I suspect that we're possibly investigating seperate issues- the leak of information from the base, A burglary from the archives and the attack on the Mystique.=/\=

"Somehow I think that they are all connected in someway, you have more data than I do right now."

(Reply Carson)
(Posted by Gary Dupree)

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Day: 5
Stardate: 2444.06.05
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(Mars Base Intelligence section – Intel Ens(jg Evalynn Rozen – 0600)
(USS Mystique - Ready Room - Counselor Quinna Solice & Luma’lenai - 11.01)
(Mars Base Intelligence section – Intel Ens(jg Evalynn Rozen – 1900)
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(Mars Base Intelligence section – Intel Ens(jg Evalynn Rozen – 0600)

Eva had turned in early knowing that her Aunt had a meeting to attend that she would not tell her where or with whom. It bothered her that she was kept in the dark about things that her Auntie had going on, but, she had to accept it being that her Auntie was the head of Mars Intelligence here. There were thigs that her Auntie was keeping to herself trying to keep her out of possible harm. She disagreed as she was a trained operative by Starfleet and by her Auntie.
She could feel that her Aunt was near somewhere but could not pinpoint where. She could tell there was a lot on her Aunts mind, but, it had always been hard to enter her mind when she was gaurding against eva's probing, So Eva decided to go on to sleep and talk to her later.

(USS Mystique - Ready Room - Counselor Quinna Solice & Luma’lenai - 11.01)

=^= Was the Sol's Ice informed as to what happened to Luma? Luma was trapped here for a long time by those of the federation intelligence. Luma was visited by one this morning, but Luma does not trust the Jaelle. The Jaelle plays games.=^=

Quinna could sense sadness in Luma's comment.  You did not need to be a telepath to do that. Trust was not easy to obtain.  "Luma, I am sorry you had that experience. I would like to earn your trust. I do not know much about you at all.  Please talk to me."

=^= Luma has felt lonely and lost for a long period of time. She was the last of her race and she was left here, imprisoned by those who told her that they were going to help her. Do you know of any bondmates? The Sekal has agreed to be the Luma's temporary bondmate, but a bondmate ideally needs to be a telepath who can be one without needing to touch the skin. It is difficult when you lose connection because the skin rocked and threw one's hand off the controls. =^=

"To be honest Luma, I do not know anyone to be your bondmate.  But I am determined to help you." Quinna snuggled back in her seat.  She was going to be here for a while. turned to Sienna and gave her a reassuring Grin.

Luma seemed..sad for a moment, staying quiet. Staying too quiet. Sienna tried not to listen in, but she was a telepath and she cared about Luma as well. 

"Luma, tell me about your race."  Quinna was hoping to learn more. To get a mental picture of Luma. Something more than a computer system.  "What happened?"

=^= The Lenai were a race of… peaceful people. Crystalline, not like you humanoids. But our sun imploded and most of us died. There were few of us, we do not reproduce easily but our structure gave us longevity.  It was a balance. But when the sun went, we were told to use our mental abilities and move ourselves to the stars. Of the several thousand Lenai only about a hundred made the transition, and of those hundred, Luma is the last.  Luma was not what I was called among the Lenai, the name that I was given by my progenitors is unpronounceable in your dialect. The Sienna, please turn your desk viewscreen towards the Sol’s Ice.=^= Sienna did as was asked and a crystalline snowflake appeared on the screen with glacial blue eyes. It had no mouth, and no resemblance to any other race. 

=^= That was what Luma looked like. When Luma made the transition to space, Luma found a generational ship that housed a race of telepaths, and Luma bonded with the ship and stayed with it for several centuries. The shielding failed on the ship, and the people were unable to reproduce even with Luma’s help, and they all died out. Luma was trapped there, until she was found by the Vanyssa and brought to this skin. They interfaced the crystal and Luma was able to bond with the computer core and the skin. Essentially Luma is now the ship. =^=

Luma sighed audibly, =^= The Starfleet intelligence left Luma here, said Luma was uncooperative and that Luma would not do what they wanted, but Luma was incapable of doing as they desired. So Luma was abandoned here with no bondmate and had only the  telecommunications broadcasts for company. They disabled the drives and said that Luma was too broken. They sent the blue skins to try and strip the skin but Luma had learned from when they disabled the drives and removed the blue skins. The Sekal says that the blue skin you have with you is not an enemy. Does the Sol’s Ice see the blue skin as an enemy?=^=

It took Quinna time to process all the information,  but did not make Luma wait long. “The blue skin that is with us is not an enemy.”  Quinna moved her thoughts to Luma’s story. Quinna wiped a couple of tears from her eyes as she tried to imagine going through what Luma has, however, it was hard for her to imagine a life without being human.  “I am not sure what I can say. No one should have to go through what you did. But you are not alone anymore.”   

=^= Good. Luma does not like any enemies and Luma does not want to be alone any more. The Admiral is going to take the Sienna's notes and find Luma a good mind bondmate. Luma will understand the small ones better, we will surf the starsong, listen to the melodies and find more small ones, like this skin was designed to do. Luma likes being an explorer. =^= The ship sighed audibly. =^= The Sol's Ice is now Luma's friend?=^=

Quinna smiled.  She felt accomplished, “Thank you, Luma.  I am honored to be your friend.” letting out a sign of relief that Luma has accepted her made Quinna feel at peace with the upcoming mission to Trill.  

=^= How often do we talk? The Sekal says that it would be good for Luma to talk with Counselor.  =^=

“You can talk to me anytime you want, but let's make it a point to talk once a week if we can.”  Quinna suggested.

(Replies None)

(Played my Mel and Kris)

(Mars Base Intelligence section – Intel Ens(jg Evalynn Rozen – 1900)

Eva recieved the all call notice that was sent to all Intelligence officers from her Aunt. Basically some of her questions were answered as to what her Aunt had been up to. She decided to teleport to the location that was in the all call message. She stepped out from the telepoter pad into what looked like a room from a few years ago.
Walking out to the main floor she found general offices, holding cells, interrogation suites, and the flight deck where there will be their own ships.
On the second floor she found the officers wing, general quarters, and command deck. She picked the quarters that she wanted before everyone arrived. Then she went to the command deck to look it over. She found that the power had been resored and back ups were almost topped off. It looked like all stations were working as if they never were abandoned. Exploring more she went to the next floor where the Director's office and quarters where. She finally found that there was another floor, a sub basement the experimental labs.
(Mars Base Intelligence section Command deck – Intel Ens(jg Evalynn Rozen – 2100)
As Eva made it back to the command deck, she walked in to see her Auntie Foxglove looking at one of the monitors. "Finally, it's been a while since we had a chance to talk." Eva said as she walked up "I am sure happy you found this. We can do our work in private like we should be able to do now. Is there anything more you need to tell me?" Eva finished looking at her Auntie.

(reply Foxglove, any)

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Day: 6
Stardate: 2444.06.06
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(Mars Facility –Officer’s Mess Hall - Mission OPS Ensign JG Billy Alexander and aACSO Ensign JG Sienna Williams-Verin - 16:00)
 
Billy had been rying to adjust to the new base, the new job, new surroundings, and the new quarters. Thankfully Aunt Kate did a phenomenal job making sure that his quarters were pretty well furnished and up to snuff. She was thoughtful like that. 
 
He had spent a lot of the day going through communication logs. As he had just arrived at the base he didn’t have the same off period as the rest of the crew. Still he needed a bit of a snack and he had made his way to the Officer’s mess and noticed his cousin Sienna sitting in a corner drinking from a mug. He made his way to the replicator, grabbed a cappuccino from the replicator and made his way to sit down with her.
 
“Hey cuz, how's it going?”
 
Sy looked up and -grinned-. You could see the happiness glow around her, “Hi! I saw you at the meeting but I didn’t get a chance to talk to you then. I’ve been literally running since the meeting, nonstop. I am -supposed- to be resting, but you know how that goes.” She sniffed towards the cup and caught the coffee smell, “You are going to be up half the night drinking that right now.” She teased, reaching over and tugging on a lock of his hair. 
 
“Well you know me, I don’t sleep much anyways.” Billy paused.
 
“I stopped by your quarters earlier, you weren’t home. I left the package your dad sent you with Trip.”
 
Sy sat up straighter, “Dad sent me a package? Do you know what is in it? I’m so excited! I miss him and Mom so much. I mean, I know we are close to Earth and all, but it doesn’t -feel- like that and once we get on the Mystique it’s going to be so much worse. Will you be coming with us? Also I see no offerings of chocolate.  You know better than to come into the presence of the great Empress Sienna, the Queen of Hearts without an offering to the Empress.” Sy teased him. When they were in high school, she had been in a musical production as the Empress, and she had earned the title of the Queen of Hearts as part of the pack of cousins. Both of her ‘lesser’ cousins were jokingly required to bring the Empress tribute. “Although… a present from Daddy might be enough of an offering.” She mused, watching him with those speculative betazoid eyes. 
 
“The King of Diamonds does not forget his tribute.” He said as he reached into his pocket and offered her a small box of chocolates. “Last time I didn’t give you a tribute, you took a swing at me. Granted you were mad at the time, but I don’t tempt fate twice.”
 
She laughed, “I was also drunk on that vulcan wine Dad found for me. It was amazing and potent. Dad didn’t want me to feel left out at the graduation party.” She took the box of chocolates and rose and curtsied, “I shall -allow- the King’s continued presence in her Majesty’s presence.” They all had tattoos, where Sy’s was.. Well. Unless you saw her hair up you would not easily see the tattoo of the queen of hearts card at the back base of her neck. The placement meant a lot to Sy. 
 
“Anyways, your mom told your dad how homesick you were and well, you know him, he didn’t rest until he had everything wrapped up in a nice box for you to feel better. He sent Trip beer, but to you, he sent you something more personal. Are you ready to hear what it is, because I don’t mind keeping you in suspense.”
 
Sy bounced in her seat, “Yes!” She exclaimed, undoing the ribbon on the small box of truffles and popping one into her mouth. Her eyes closed in the ecstasy of a betazoid with chocolate. “It’s perfect.” She finally got out about 30 seconds later when the thing had melted in her mouth. 
 
“First is a small packet of seeds from the tree grove you planted out at the ranch when you were 8. He thought you might like to have them over here. You know plant a piece of home here at mars. Oh and he gave you something else. Do you remember the stuffed gorilla that Great Grampa Williams gave your dad when he was born. The one you always stole whenever you came over to my house or Miranda’s house for sleepovers. I think his name his Bobo. Anyways do you remember Bobo? Because your dad told me to give him to you. Said that he was yours now and to keep him safe. Even rubbed it all over his face to put his scent on it for you.”
 
Sy laughed happily. She did indeed remember Bobo, who Sy had many an adventure with, “Aww. Daddy is the best. He…” So much happiness and emotion shining on her face, “So catch me up on all the news from home, and all of -your- news. Did the Family pull strings to get you here? You always said you just wanted a clerical job and there is a need for lotsa clerks here.  Goodness knows science is not getting even half of what we really need.” Sy teased him a little bit, “If I bat my eyes at you, will you expedite my requests?” He was one of the few people in the family who knew that Sy had not really felt drawn to anyone, especially a guy, since the time she was supposed to be interested in them.
 
“Actually no. I didn’t want Dad to pull any strings. Enough people turned this job down. As far as news. Well I don’t know if I have the goodwill to get you expedited requests, but give me a few months. What else, oh umm, I keep having my streak of girls dating me for a few months, then breaking up with me, then meeting The One immediately after. So I think I may actually be cursed, but it will be ok. Hopefully there are plenty of women here who aren’t aware that if they want to meet their soulmate they just need to date me for a few months, dump me, and then find the one like a week later. But other than that I am good. What about you, you finally find someone that strikes your fancy?”
 
Sy was drinking her tea and choked at the question, narrowing her eyes as she stared at him, "Trip told you. Didn't he." The tone of voice meant the fury of hades was going to descend on her brother if he had said anything.
 
"He didn't need to. I can see it in your eyes. A certain twinkle that has never been there before. Don't need to be an empath to tell that you're crushing hard on someone."
 
Sy sighed. “So you really don’t know who? Just that I am? I… It’s important that no one know quite yet. I really like her and she’s pretty awesome. I mean I always knew she was awesome but I finally got the courage to go and say something to her and it turns out that she liked me too.”
 
"Well, you don't need to tell me yet. Though Trip has probably already told half of mars."

Billy laughed and then shifted the conversation, "Oh I also know a secret, that your parents have, but I kinda think they should be the one to tell you. But you are gonna flip when you find out.”

Sy shook her head, "Maybe they will tell us before we leave then? I hope so. I miss Mom so much. Daddy too. But Mom. So uh, how is Miranda?"

"Gone full cowgirl. Lives full time at the ranches. Takes care of the cattle. Don't think she's ever going to leave. Aunt Kate was hoping that Miranda would have made her way back to San Francisco. But I think Miranda is happier there. She is living her dream."

“Think I’m kinda jealous of her there. I really am missing the ranch. I want to go out riding so badly. But, is what it is. I don’t think I’ll have time to get back to Earth.   I really want to go and ride. The holodecks on the Mystique seem to be working pretty well…” She muttered under her breath, ‘Better than the ones here’ “So maybe I can go riding there. Are you coming to Trill with us?” She hoped.

"Yeah. Most of what I'll be doing is making sure he gets progress reports from Mars. But I get to color code so it will be fun. Part of me wishes Miranda was here with us. But hell, at some point we're all going to be split up if the Admiral's gamble pays off. So we just need to enjoy the time we have."

Sy nodded, seemingly worried by something in those words.

"Anyways," he said as he finished his drink. "I seek permission to take leave of her imperial majesty, the queen of hearts." Billy then stood up and bowed.

"Our most gracious subject may depart. We are pleased with hi." Others around them were watching and a few laughed at Sy's tone.

Billy nodded and left to get back to work.

Sy watched him and made a soft sound. She needed to talk to a Counselor. But who?

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(Mars Facility-Admirlas office - pilot Ensign jg Ravok Shara 10:05)
(Mars Facility - Admiral's Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell - 1010)
(Mars Facility - Admiral's Office - pilot  Ensign jg Ravok- 1011)
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(Mars Facility-Admirlas office - pilot Ensign jg Ravok Shara 10:05)

After tending to business with Ensign Peters. Ravok made his way to the admirals office . He need to discuss something of personal nature with admiral Ramae, his potential relationship with Ensign Merek.

He chimed the door pad to the admiral's office .

( reply Ramae)

Ravok entered his office and stood at attention. " Admiral Sir, I am sorry to bother you, but I need to talk to you about a matter of a personal nature. "

( reply Ramae)

"Sir , last night I went on a date with Ensign Keira Merek. I dont want to assume her feelings but I feel as though we are both interested in pursuing a relationship of a personal nature. Although we would not be in violation of regulation 1138 as she and I are not directly connected through the chain of command . I do feel it is only right to inform you of these intentions " Ravok said to the Admiral , his nerves driving him to become anxious.

( reply Ramae)

( POSTED BY DAVIS)

(Mars Facility - Admiral's Office - CO Admiral Remae Ktell - 1010)

"Come on in.", said Remae, working in his office.

"Admiral Sir, I am sorry to bother you, but I need to talk to you about a
matter of a personal nature.", said Ensign Shara, standing to attention.
The
Romulan demeanour was of someone who had something to say, obviously
personal, difficult and painful.

"At ease, Ensign.", Remae said and directed the office to the new couch
that
had been put into his room. More and more, staff were seeing the Admiral
about their personal problems and its not as if Counsellors weren't doing
their job but he was noticing a new for them to tell him, and perhaps get
permission, for parts of their personal lives. 

The Bajoran was a little rusty but he was always open for a conversation
about any matter that was bothering them.

Remae listened as Ravok unloaded what was obviously a hard topic and
something that was causing anxiety. A regulation was thrown in as well,
but
the Admiral didn't care for them, Starfleet wasn't about regulating
people's
lives, to a point. The line wasn't clear, it wasn't a hard/fast rule and
each CO had their own way of implementing the rules of personal
relationships within their ranks.

"You've done your research Ensign.", he said smiling for a moment before
looking the Romulan in the eye, "Listen, I am not here to interfere with
your personal lives but I do advise caution about long-term relationships
while in the service. I can't tell you the future but the moment will come
where you will have to choose a path, a path to dedicate yourself to
Starfleet or your personal relationships.", he said before pausing for a
moment, "I don't think, ultimately, you can do both.", he said before
smiling and continuing. 

"You aren't in the same department; you are the same rank and so I see no
reason for myself to get involved at this time. I appreciate you letting
me
know, however, you should be aware that if I feel this relationship is
affecting your performance, or your ability to make decisions, we'll have
to
have a further conversation.", he said, smiling at the Ensign.

"Be careful.", he said standing up and heading back to his desk and then
added, "Dismissed."

The Romulan walked out of the door and walked directly into the path of
Ensign Merek. Looks were exchanged.

"Well, Ensign Merek. we were just talking about you; why don't you come in
for a moment?", he said and pointed to the couch on the side of the wall
near his desk, "Ensign Ravok, I suggest you keep walking.", he said and
returned to the couch.

The doors closed as the Ensign sat down on the couch, "You'll never guess
what Ravok just told me?", he said smiling, "Look.", he said and repeated
what he had just said before concluding, "What you do in your personal
lives
has nothing to do with me until the point where it interferes with your
ability to do your job. You are in different departments, the same rank,
so
for right now, its not a concern for me. ultimately, you two will have to
make a choice but until then, I hope you are happy together.", he said
before stopping to allow an obviously embarrassed Keira to speak.

(Reply from Ravok, Merek, Any)
(Posted by Anthony)

(Mars Facility - Admiral's Office - pilot  Ensign jg Ravok- 1011)

You aren't in the same department; you are the same rank and so I see no
reason for myself to get involved at this time. I appreciate you letting me
know, however, you should be aware that if I feel this relationship is
affecting your performance, or your ability to make decisions, we'll have to
have a further conversation.", the Admiral said, smiling at Ravok.

Ravok was thrilled and relieved that the admiral wasnt going to punish Ensign Merek.

"Be careful.", Admiral said standing up and heading back to his desk and then
added, "Dismissed."

" Thank you Sir" Ravok smiled.

The Romulan walked out of the door and walked directly into the path of
Ensign Merek. Looks were exchanged.

Ravok was caught off gaurd seeing Keira but didnt want to hold a department head up from speaking with the admiral so he just nodded his head and smiled.

"Well, Ensign Merek. we were just talking about you; why don't you come in
for a moment?", Ramae said and pointed to the couch on the side of the wall
near his desk,
Ravok stopped dead in his tracks. ~ Oh crap!~ Ravok thought to himself.

 "Ensign Ravok, I suggest you keep walking.", the Admiral said and
returned to the couch.

 " Good idea Sir" Ravok said as he quickened his pace and walked a few meters and waited outside the command center for Ensign Merek to finish with the Admiral. ~ she certainly looked pissed~ he thought to himself.

( reply Keira)
( posted by Davis )

(Mars Facility – Williams-Verin Family Quarters – Ops– CPO Charles Tamblyn - 1905)
 
Charles did just as T’Lela had asked, he wore his blue three-piece suit with a black shirt.  He had forgone the tie for the time being but had on his double shoulder holster that held his twin American Civil War retro replica disruptor pistols and twin Bowie Knives under his jacket.  In his hands, he was carrying a box that had a few bottles of his more exotic alcoholic beverages.  One or two of which he was certain was still on the contraband lists.

Even though he was a few minutes late, and that he was going to depart early in order to assist T’Lela with what she had going on, he had hoped that with the gift, his hosts would be forgiving if not understanding.  When he got to the door of his host’s quarters, he elbowed the button for the announcement chime and waited patiently.

(Reply guys night host)

As he entered, Charles set the box on a table and pulled out one of the bottles that had a blue label on it with a 15-year-old purchase stamp on it and handed it to William Alexander and held out his right hand to shake with as if presenting an award saying, “Pleased to meet you, Bill, I’m Charles.” as he smiled.

(Reply Alexander)

Charles then reached back into the box and grabbed a bottle of Andorian whiskey and held it toward Trip Williams, his other host, with his left hand and held out his right hand to shake as he did with Billy Alexander, “Nice to finally meet you, I’m Charles Tamblyn.”

(Reply Williams)

Tamblyn smirked as he ran his hand along the lapels of his suit jacket.  “Valid point.  Is there someplace I can hang it?  I am going to need it later this evening.”

(Reply any)

As Tamblyn removed his jacket, to hang over the back of a chair he noticed looks at hardware he had packed under the jacket.  One thing that always aggravated him about active-duty members is that he forgets that they don’t need civilian jobs to pay monthly expenses.  Tamblyn passed his credential packet that held his Starfleet Reserve ID, UFP DCJS issued license for Private Investigator and Bounty Hunter over to the one that asked about his civilian employment and said, “My civilian boss is picking me up here and then we are off to work.”  He wanted to see their reaction to T’Lela when she arrived.

(Mars Facility – Williams-Verin Family Quarters – Ops– CPO Charles Tamblyn - 2030)

Tamblyn wasn’t much into sports.  He had a favorite team but wasn’t a diehard fan.  He probably cared less for the players than they did for him, which is to say he didn’t care one damn bit about the players.  He did enjoy the game, and the company as well.  Tamblyn still felt like an old guy hanging out with a bunch of kids, but he saw something in them that he once had in himself.  Just then the door chime sounded.  It was the part of the evening that Charles couldn’t wait to arrive, and it finally had.

When his host had opened the door, Charles was watching intently with a little devious grin on his face when he saw her.  T’Lela was wearing a short slinky black cocktail dress with a low neckline, 4-inch heels (that held 3-inch spring-loaded stiletto blades), with teardrop-shaped diamond earrings and a teardrop diamond pendant that rested between her cleavage.  The Romulan woman’s short-cropped hair and a dragon tattoo on her left cheek really set off the outfit.  She had one arm draped over her head as she leaned against the door frame with her left hip out.  She reached over and put her other hand on his host’s chest, “Hey sexy.  I’m looking for a man that can excite me.  Know where I can find him?” T’Lela said in a seductive voice.

(Reply host at door)

T’Lela stepped into the door and wrapped herself around the man at the door with all the grace of a dancer and brought her head to his in such a way that her head and nose were touching his as if she was going to kiss him and said with a predatory smile, “Charles, are you ready to go, killer?”

Tamblyn got up from the couch where he was sitting and replied: “Yes ma’am I am.”

The Romulan woman stepped back from the man she had wrapped herself around, patted him on the chest as she said, “You are such a good sport.”

Before anything else could be said, Tamblyn decided it was time to do introductions and put his jacket on.  “Gentlemen, may I present my civilian boss, the top operative of Impetuous Industries, assassin, and defector from the Terran Empire, T’Lela.”  Charles then went through and introduced each one in the room to T’Lela.  She then ran her arm through his “Gentlemen, I hope you will forgive me, but I need to steal him away for the rest of the evening.”

(Reply Any)

After Charles and T’Lela departed, “Charles, why did you tell them that bit about the Terran Empire?”

As they walked, he hugged her around the shoulders, “You were going for shock value in there, I just added to it is all.”

She rested her head on his shoulder as they continued walking down the corridor, “Ever since Chance died all those years ago, I am glad that I still have a man in my life that appreciates me the way I am.”

As they continued to walk, Charles moved his arm off her shoulders and interlocked her arm with his.  As he smiled at the woman that was his sole teenage crush, taking notice of how little she had changed over the previous 30 years compared to how much he had changed, Tamblyn simply said, “Ms. T’Lela, you have no idea how much I have wanted to appreciate you ever since I was a teenager.”

Again, resting her head on his shoulder, “I have always known…”

(Reply Alexander, Williams, any)
(Posted by Charlie)

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Mission: You Can't Go Home Again
Day: 12
Stardate: 2444.06.12
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(Mars Facility – Operations Centre – aFSXO Ensign JG Trip Williams - 18:00)
(Mars Facility – Operations Centre – CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 1810)
(Mars - Nearby Town, outside the ‘Golden Pheonix’ - aAFXO EnsTrip Williams and Civ Liaison Ashlyn Jones - 2030 )
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(Mars Facility – Operations Centre – aFSXO Ensign JG Trip Williams - 18:00)

It was the day before the big departure to Trill and Trip had just finished his duties sorting through the Admiral's mail. He needed to go home, he needed to pack, he needed to get things sorted, not knowing how long he would be away. He needed to make sure he had enough fresh uniforms and underwear. Sure he could do laundry, but the least amount of laundry he had to do the better. 

Before he left however, there was a matter with which he needed to discuss with the Admiral.

"Sir," Trip said as he entered. "I'm about to head home, just wanted to touch base before I did."

(Reply Remae)

Trip handed the Admiral a PADD and frowned a little. "Sir, as I was going through the PADDs with your correspondence, I came upon that seemed a little odd. It first looked like a shipping manifest. As I started to go through it to triage its importance, as we are leaving tomorrow. Well it shifted as I started to read it. I stopped reading it after I saw the new subject line. Sir it may be of your immediate concern."

(Reply Remae)

"Simply put, someone claims to know the truth about you. What that truth is, I don't know. I didn't read it, it wasn't my place."

(reply Remae)

"Sir, there is another issue I would like to discuss. I need to put together the duty roster on the mystique for Flight Ops and I need to know if I am going to still be splitting my time between my normal duties, latrine duty, and sorting through your correspondence. That and the whole restriction to quarters. I don't mind it sir, I will continue to carry out my punishment as given. Just need to know if I need to give Ensign Ire Williams more of the lion's share of helm duty."

(Reply Remae)

(reply Remae)

(posted by Will Banowsky)

(Mars Facility – Operations Centre – CO Admiral Remae Ktell – 1810)

The OPS centre had received quite a lot of attention since the mission was announced, their collective attention was on the Mystique but by working together, the Operations Centre on Mars was functional enough so that all operations in and out of Mars could be dealt with here by the command team… not that they had a command team.

Ensign Trip Williams came on over and handing a PADD to the Admiral.

“… Sir it may be of your immediate concern.", he said before adding, "Simply put, someone claims to know the truth about you. What that truth is, I don't know. I didn't read it, it wasn't my place."

“I see.”, said the Admiral and he put the PADD immediately down, “Thank you for bring this to my concern, I know I can trust on your discretion on this matter.”, he said and the tone was formal enough to indicate it was an order.

"… I don't mind it sir, I will continue to carry out my punishment as given. Just need to know if I need to give Ensign Ire Williams more of the lion's share of helm duty.", he said looking a little uncomfortable.

The Admiral took another look at the young person in front of him, “I think we can call that incident over and done with.”, he said. Reaching over to one of the consoles, he entered his code… entered a few commands, and cleared the restrictions on Trip.

“You’ve been returned to full active status. Carry on, Ensign.”, he said and then before the officer left, “See you tomorrow.”

The Admiral left before anything else could be said closed the door to his office and disappeared from sight.

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(Posted by Anthony Keen)

(Mars - Nearby Town, outside the ‘Golden Pheonix’ - aAFXO EnsTrip Williams and Civ Liaison Ashlyn Jones - 2030 )

He was finally free, Trip was finally free and it was wonderful. He had gone straight to his quarters, changed into a blue jeans, a red shirt, and a bomber jacket, and then went straight to grab a vehicle to go into town. Didn’t tell a soul. He just wanted to get off base, go for a drive. He could meet up with Lynn and Sy in the Sand later. But right now he just wanted to get off base, get a new tattoo, and drive, be free, go wherever he wanted to, restrictions be damn.

He had been driving, just aimlessly for about an hour when he started to get hungry and he stopped at a chinese restaurant a lot of the personnel was raving about. As he parked the vehicle he spotted a familiar face walking by the building.

“Ash?” He said running up to the person, “Yo Ash, is that you?”

Ashlyn turned, pulled out of the little world she was occupying as she walked down the road where her small, corner apartment was, above the a chinese restaurant. The voice was familiar, but the place wasn’t. “Trip? They let you out finally?”

“Yeah, just got free, decided to go for a drive. What are you doing around here?”

Ash smiled, “I live here.” She pointed, the one overlooking us. Second floor.”

“Wait, you live above the Golden Phoenix? I hear it’s the best chinese restaurant on Mars. Stopped by to grab a bite, then I’m off to get a tattoo.”

She nodded. “The restaurant’s really good, but I can never get a table, just being one. The takeaway down on the next corner down is really good too. “Look, save you eating in the car, shall we grab something? I have a table you’re welcome to share.”

“Sure, but not too long, I do want that tattoo tonight.” As they walked towards the restaurant he smiled, “So how are the locals taking to having Starfleet ramp things up again. I know its been almost 60 years, but I get the sense the people haven’t quiet forgotten the Synth attacks.”

She nodded, “There’s two camps. The first is small, but a little vocal, they think we should have stayed out, they tend to be the older folk, that cling on problems from the past. The second, is far larger, and are glad, overjoyed even at the base being reopened, the opportunities are already apparent.” She motioned down the small stretch of shops. “New signs, new stock. There’s a general feeling that things are on the up.”

“I get the feeling we will see the opposite on Trill. Probably a lot of people are not happy we are going to be there. Freedom is hard to give up. But I guess we will find out.”

“I hope not too many, I understand that people fear change, but no-one is talking about oppressing the Trill. Not from within the Federation that I’ve heard anyway.”

“So are we eating in or taking out?”

“Eating in, having invited you in, i can’t swear how tidy I am up there. I left in a bit of a rush this morning.”

“Good with me, last time a girl had me over, had a little bit of bourbon and well, got placed on restricted duty because of what happened, and you and I both know what happened the last time the two of us were drunk together.” Trip let out a laugh.

Ashlyn sighed to herself as they crossed the road and reached the door to the restaurant. “So another tattoo? What and where?”

“Umm, been thinking about it for awhile, on my right wrist, matching the location on the one with Rae’s initials and date of death. Simple Latin phrase, Dum Spiro, Spero.”

“Very nice.” 

“Was going to get a Red Dragon, but as I gave up my squadron, it doesn't seem right, ya know. So instead I will get on my left forearm the classic Starfleet arrow, from Kirk’s Enterprise. Not sure why, but just seems cool enough. Simple outline, with the tactical symbol. Eventually I’ll get filled in gold. But not tonight.”

“Sounds Cool.” she turned to the waiter. “Table for two, thank you.” He led them toward the table, gave them both menus and lit the candle in the middle of the table.

“Oh no no...We’re not...never mind.” The waiter had disappeared.

Trip laughed, “A little candle light never hurt anyone.”

“Yeah so Ailynn is going to be miffed. She was talking about getting one.”

“I haven’t talked to her in days. Need to be better about that, but prep work has kept us all busy. Besides, she had days to get it done. This is my last chance before Trill, and I am finally free. Though I can't stay out too late. We leave first thing tomorrow.”

“That’s a reasonable point. “Chicken in black bean sauce, side of plain rice please, and whatever beer you have.” The waitress had appeared at the tableside.

“Just water to drink, Sesame chicken and a white rice please.” Trip nodded at the waitress.

“We’re all busy. I’ve been making sure all the right manifests have gone up to the ship. Some local tradables too, open up other markets if possible.”

“Yeah, that’s of course if the trade agreements between the two governments are in place and the government of Trill doesn’t decide to levy a bunch of export and import tariffs. Things really were better when the Federation was larger. Lots of exchange of not just ideas and culture, but of goods and medicines. People always talk about the technological and weapon advances we lost out on, but I think medical breakthroughs and civilian tech also took a big hit too. No one really talks about that though.”

She raised an eyebrow, genuinely impressed. “Get you!”

“Took a few economic courses at the Academy. I may be a dumb flyboy, but I’m not stupid. I’m quite smart.”

“I remember, we never crossed paths much, but you were always a smart kid. I was the dumb one. In my class I was anyway.”

“Well there is a difference between being dumb and being stupid.”

“Very true, a poor choice of words perhaps, long day.”

“Just remember, intelligence is knowing tomato is a fruit and wisdom is knowing to not put a tomato in a fruit salad. You may not have been the best at common sense. But you were smart as hell.”

“Good of you to say.” The food arrived, carefully placed in front of each of them. “Thank you. Mmm. This looks amazing.”

“Hopefully it tastes as good as my imagination made it out to be when I was on the inside.” Trip chuckled. He may have been restricted to where he could go, but he wasn’t in the brig.

“You know, reminds me indirectly. I’ve got a bone to pick with you. I thought I’d got over my fondness for those awful awful B movies? Mmm. Chicken is really good. I found myself watching one the other night. Fell asleep on the futon.”

“Look, that’s not my fault. B movies are a part of you, you can’t get rid of them, they’ve already won.”

She smiled, and took another few bites of her meal. “This is all kind of strange. I mean growing up where I did, then to Bajor, then here to Mars. Now we’re going to Trill? How far can a girl from the wrong side of the tracks go eh?”

"I've never left the system. Someday I'd like to get to Betazed. But you've been more places than this blue blood."

Ashlyn smiled, “I’ve been lucky, or rather; I’m not sure.” She paused briefly. “I suppose that I made what I could out of the bad situation that I was in.”

Trip took a few bites of his food. "It must have been hard on you. Though old high school days. Most of the kids at Riker High were like me. Preppy brats."

She nodded. “Some were, others not so much. There were normal kids that I could have hung with, but I was far too painfully shy. It was easier to hide. As I said before, it was a long time ago. Besides, give it 6 months to a year and you’ll be off all over the Federation, whatever form its in, and Little old me will be stuck at base holding residents meetings.”

"Yeah, who knows. Knowing me, I'll be stuck here with restricted duty again."

“I’m sure that you’re not daft enough to manage that again.”

"Well I won't shack up with a subordinate again. But I'm sure I'll find a way to get in trouble. Who knows, maybe I'll start a political incident on Trill."

“That’s the spirit!” She laughed gently, she was coming toward the end of her meal. “So how long does the tattoo take? Not something that I know about.”

"Well with modern technology not too long. Used to be hours. But I should be done before midnight. Not like im gonna be able to sleep tonight. I get to fly a starship tomorrow."

“You do seem excited about that.” She replied.

"Why Are you asking about tattoo times? You thinking about getting one?"

Ashlyn shook her head. “Just idle curiosity. I’ve always liked them, but even if I did want one, it would take me from now till my dying day to decide what I’d want.” She half laughed, half teased.

"You could get a swan tattoo."

“Okaaaayyyy. Now that one I didn’t see coming. I’ll bite, go on.” Her tone was cautious, but she was coming to regard Trip as the friend that he could have been way back when if she hadn’t have hidden for her entire school career.

"You know because you were an ugly duckling and now you're a beautiful swan."

She tilted her head slightly, and raised an eyebrow, genuinely amused, and then laughed.“I’ll take that as a compliment, thousands wouldn’t.” She took a large sip from her drink.

 "And I don't mean look wise. You were always hot. But you did good for yourself."

“Good recovery.” she smiled gently, flushing at the genuine compliment. “Besides, I kind of like the swan reference, very mythological.”

"You could always go with something more simple like a rose or something."

“I’ll think about it. It’s not something I’ve ever really considered. When Dad was alive he’d have tanned my hide if I’d have had any done. Perhaps that’s the problem.” 

"How so?"

“You grow up surrounded with certain prejudices, even if you don’t agree with them, you find it difficult to shake off the effect of indoctrination. Like tattoos. Dad hated them. Didn’t have one, thought a lot less of people who did. Now myself, I like them, but even though he’s dead and not influencing me in any way, I can still feel the disapproval. That make sense.”

"Well, I won't pressure you into getting one. So don't worry."

Ashlyn nodded. “I know. I didn’t take it that you were, don’t worry.” She looked at her empty plate and glass. Inwardly saddened slightly. “We’re beginning to run out of evening. I’ve enjoyed this, it’s been fun.”

"Well I guess I'm off to the tattoo parlor."

They stood up, and sorted out the bill between them. “Have fun. I’m going for an early night. Absolutely no movies.”

"Oh, I'm trying to organize a D&D game night, interested?"

Ashlynn found herself blushing. A rush of being included in something that for the longest time at school she’d always loved reading about and wanted to join in. “I’d really like that. My shifts are normally fairly standard.

"Alright then, I'll be seeing you around Ash."

Trip turned to head to the door to get his new Ink done.

~Need more players. Maybe Ire and Ravok.~

Ashlyn picked up her jacket, and slipped it on, pulling her hair out the collar. She watched Trip leave the restaurant, his mind already obviously elsewhere. Smiling gently to herself she thanked the waitress, and left the restaurant herself. A short while later, she sat down on her futon, and managed to uphold her promise to herself about not watching any movies, good, bad or even ugly. Slipping into bed, she thought about tattoos. Smiling she dismissed the idea.

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(Posted by Will and Mark)

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Mission: You Can't Go Home Again
Day: 15
Stardate: 2444.06.15
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(USS Mystique, Conference Room - aFSXO, Ens(jg) Trip Williams, Journalist, Elsie Biers & Producer, Cressida McGowan – 10:00)
(USS Mystique, Conference Room - TAC, Ens(jg) Ravok Shara, Journalist, Elsie Biers & Producer, Cressida McGowan – 13:00)
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(USS Mystique, Conference Room - aFSXO, Ens(jg) Trip Williams, Journalist, Elsie Biers & Producer, Cressida McGowan – 10:00)

Elsie was pretty happy with the amount of interviews they’d already managed to line up, there were some which were playing harder to get than others but they’d hopefully get them all on camera before the completion of the project. The interviewee which they were about to go ahead and talk to was an interesting specimen, a man whose entire family seemed to bleed Starfleet colours. He was the epitaph of a “legacy” candidate as Erin Cortez had put it in her interview. 

As she stood outside of the doorway waiting for the telltale sign that Cressida was ready for her to enter, she looked through the padd of information she had on “Trip” Williams.

Smiling at the man in front of her, Cressida adjusted some of the camera angles,

“You ready to go, Ensign Williams?”

"Let's do this." Trip said smiling.

Nodding, Cressida sat down in Elsie’s chair,

“How about a few quick test questions. Set you at ease and make sure we have all our angles and sound ready for the main event.”

"Alright, if you say so. You're the boss."

“Your name?”

"James Andrew Williams the third."

“Tell me something interesting about yourself?”

"I was attacked by ducks as a child and now have an irrational fear of flocks of ducks."

Looking at the PADD she held in her hands, she smiled widely, 

“Okay, everything’s good here. Just do me one favour?”

"Yes ma'am."

“Make sure you keep your cool, whatever she asks. Last person we had in here….. Let’s just say things got a little tense, hence why there’s no water on the table.”

"Ma'am, I've seen combat. I'll be fine."

Chuckling to herself, Cressida smiled, "you may have seen combat but I've seen a lot.. and Elsie has a way of getting to the meat of any story.

Just watch yourself. "

Elsie smiled outside the door as she heard Cressida’s warm up act, it seemed she’d decided to give the man a warning. Clearly the whole end of the Erin interview had bothered her unlike anything in the past 8 years, they’d probably have to talk it through at some point but she wasn’t going to let it bother her at this moment in time.

She activated the door and it slipped open and in she rushed, “I’m here” she said as she moved past the camera, “Are we all setup and ready?” she asked, not particularly listening for the answer as she moved around to her seat.

Rolling her eyes a little, Cressida winked at Trip and replied,

“All ready for you.”

She sat down and pulled the bottle of red wine out from under it and began pouring a glass, “So, huge thank-you to you!” she said addressing Trip, “the first department lead to step up and join our documentary. You’re quite the hero in my eyes!” she smiled and looked at him, “Did you want a drink? We can grab anything you fancy.” 

~including you I bet. I can see that look you are giving him, missy~ Cressida thought to herself as she adjusted one of the static cameras.

Trip smiled. He didn't trust the reporter's smile. Something about her was settling off his empathic abilities. Still he was curious as to the endgame.

"Bourbon, on the rocks."

“Excellent choice!” Elsie quipped, she didn’t get up, she knew Cressida would sort the drink out and bring it round for him. She allowed herself a brief moment to think of the framing Cressida would have set up, ~Starfleet officer drinking Bourbon~ if he said anything explosive, they’d set the game so it included the drink- if not, they’d just crop it out of the frame.

"So, what do you want to know?"

She cleared her throat as Cressida handed him the drink, “What don’t I want to know?” she said playfully. “But first, let’s start with the basics and work our way through the interview. This won’t be hard- for a man as charismatic as yourself this should be a walk in the park. We’ll start with some basic questions about yourself, your job, your likes and dislikes. This can be as much of a conversation as you want it to be.”

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting with me." Trip said with a smile.

Elsie smiled again, “and why wouldn’t I be flirting with you? A good looking young man that you are.” she laughed a little, “Very perceptive though, a good interview could be seen from afar as a pseudo-date- we’ve got drinks and I’m about to find out who you really are.” she cocked her eyebrow slightly and shifted in the seat.

“So let’s start shall we, could you tell me your full name, rank and position within Starfleet.”

"Ensign Junior Grade James Andrew Williams the Third. Acting Flight Squadron Executive Officer of the 1st Fighter Wing of Mars. Temporarily acting assistant Chief Flight Officer, U.S.S. Mystique."

“Well isn’t that a mouthful James?” she said as she rifled through the information on the padd in front of her, “Do you prefer James or something else?”

"Trip, I go by Trip. So are we going to just do boring questions?"

She tutted, “I find the boring questions usually give the best answers, but yes, now we’ve got your name put away why don’t you tell me about your Starfleet experience so far? Your progression seems incredible, from the Academy to Mars and within a week you’re the Executive officer of the Flight Squadron.”

"Acting. Acting. It's just temporary. It's not because I am the best pilot. But It's been a fun ride. But it could have been anyone. I'm no one special."

Elsie harrumphed, “No one special? The son of Captain James Williams the 2nd and Grandson to James Williams the legendary Academy Commanding Officer. I heard a word in the interview we did with Erin Cortez.. Legacy. It sounds like you’re a legacy officer Trip. How does that feel and do you still claim to be normal?”

Adjusting one of the cameras, Cressida focused in on the Ensign’s face to get his response. 

"That may be true. And I'm proud of what they have accomplished. I'm proud to have their names. But I'm also happy to be my own man. Legacy sure. But the greatest legacy I hold is their blood not their Starfleet lineage."

“Well said and how do you handle the extra pressure which comes along with being apart of your family?”

"My twin is here. That helps. And my cousin. But honestly, I'm ready to spread my wings. Experience my own life and find out who I am."

“Your twin?!” Elsie said delightfully, “So fantastic, so you’re both a part of Starfleet interesting... I suppose it would be difficult to spread your own wings with such weight on your shoulders and a Twin in the next room?”

"It's…." Trip caught himself, he wasn't going to take her bait. "It's not bad. I mean there is always someone to talk to. And I'm able to lead a rather independent life."

“Of course, of course” Elsie said waving her hand slightly, “A twin or even a sibling is a true treasure in life and having them so close by must be wonderful all of the time and being half-betazoid you’ve probably got a better feel on how each other are feeling than siblings of other races… how is Sienna dealing with living separately whilst on the ship?”

"I don't know you'll have to ask her. I don't speak for my sister. Her thoughts and feelings are her own."

“Silly of me to think anything else, my apologies I’m an only child. Never grew up with siblings and their relationships just fascinate me… how about we focus on Starfleet for a few minutes, talk to me about your recent mission on the God of War. Your first command I believe, how did that go?”

"It could have been better. It could have been worse. No one died and the mission was a success. As far as some of the particulars, those are classified."

Elsie nodded, “Sorry, I thought you’d been briefed already, we have full security clearance for our time here, Starfleet HQ has the final say on if footage can be included in the documentary due to it breaching mission operations or classification. So feel free to be frank with your responses.” she passed Trip the padd with the orders they had with them from HQ for him to review.

"I stand by my remarks. Not everything went according to plan, but we did our best with old equipment. My team performed admirably. They made me look good. It didn't end well. But that was due to a mechanical error. Overall though the mission was a success and I learned a lot about leadership and mission planning."

“So what I’m hearing, and correct me if I’m wrong, your team worked well together, you lead them admirably, your mission was a success and all of this was in-spite of using years old technology and ships that haven’t seen action since the Mars base was last manned?”

"Yes. They were well prepared. They made me look good as team leader. I'm very proud of the whole team, from the pilots all the way to the engineers maintaining the fighters. It's a team of effort."

“Still those shoddy fighters could have cost lives… How about this, if you had a direct line to the resourcing department at Starfleet HQ, what would you ask them for, what would you say to them?”

"What do you think I should say to them? Honestly, would I like better and newer craft, sure. But it's not my place to complain. I take care of my team to the best of my ability given the resources I have. I'll keep them alive no matter what I'm given."

“Even after what happened to Ensign… hang on, I have it here somewhere…” she pretended to shuffle through some information on the padd whilst keeping one eye on Trip for a reaction, “Ensign Petrova, yes, even after the injuries this young woman sustained due to old equipment? As her commanding officer on the mission, it’s not your place to complain or ask for better?”

"It was a freak accident on a craft that I  received from a non Starfleet source. Regardless I got everyone out in time so as to minimize risks. I know Ensign Petrova well enough that she would tell me she knew the risks. Do I want something better yes. But I believe in the chain of command. It goes through Admiral Remae, not me."

“You see,  I think this is where the disconnect is with normal society and military life. The perfect example of what we’re trying to uncover here really. If in my job I was given some dodgy information or equipment to go into a warzone with and dear Cressida here- someone I love and care for deeply almost got killed because of that faulty equipment there’d be nothing in this Universe that could stop me from starting an inquest and demanding better from my superiors.”

~dear Cressida? Really?~ she thought as she sighed from behind the camera. 

"I guess that is the difference. You focus on yourself. I look at the bigger picture. It's not about me. It's not about what I want. It's what's best for the Federation and civilians like you. If the resources were there we'd have them. They're not. So we do our best and give hope. As for your insinuation into my personal life. Go ahead tell the whole world. I had an improper relationship with a subordinate officer. I owned up to it. I took my lumps. It's in my file which is, I assume you found out. Ensign Petrova whom I was intimate with nearly died." 

Trip paused to take a sip of his bourbon. 

"But here is the thing. Every time we go out there, regardless of the equipment there is a risk we don't come back. I don't blame Starfleet for this. I was in command. I made the call to use an old Captain's yacht in combat. One I acquired from a junk dealer. How can I blame Starfleet for that?"

Elsie began to feign shock on her face, she went to speak but he continued...

"Let me finish. You come in here you ask questions to rile us up. To get us angry and to place that at Starfleet's feet. You're trying to crack some big story that isn't there instead of trying to make things better. My family has been in Starfleet since before there was a Federation. We have lived, breathed, bled, and died for the ideals the Federation stands for. Even if it seems the Federation has lost it's way. But you know what actually happens when we go out in those junk craft. It's a sign of hope. A sign of a brighter future. That young officers still give a damn about this uniform and want to give their all for the same dream our fore fathers did. Have you ever studied old earth religion?"

~oh, has she finally met her match here.~

“I think you’ve perhaps misunderstood our role here Trip, perhaps as I have misunderstood yours. That was an impassioned speech you just made, I think you just showed the public a glimpse at what makes you sure an effective leader. We’re only trying to let you show what it’s really like out here. Would you perhaps like to call out the rest of your Squadron? Give them the credit they deserve and earned during that mission?”

"Elsie was it? Did you know that in the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Centuries AD, the Roman empire fearful of the new Christian Religion persecuted and killed those early Christians. By all accounts christianity should have been wiped out. Yet the witness and blood of the Martyrs inspired others to take part in what they saw as the truth. The more Martyrs the more Christians. It's the same with us new officers. We are here because we believe in the Federation, in Starfleet and the truths that they stand for. Every time we put on this uniform we are willing to give the ultimate sacrifice. Our sacrifice will inspire a new generation just like we were inspired by the old. My squadron's willingness to sacrifice is an inspiration to me. It's that heart and desire that will bring back the truth of what we stand for. Not whining for new toys, or complaining about old ships. The Federation was built on trust, on freedom, on a promise. We are going to Trill because we believe in that promise. I will give my life because I believe in that promise. See this is what you should be focusing on. Not on what we wish we had, but what we're willing to sacrifice in the name of peace and truth. Call me an idealist, call me out of touch if you want. But the new blood. The new breed. We believe. And you can take that to the bank."

“MAN, you can talk” burst out of Elsie’s mouth, in truth she’d glazed over a lot of what he had said when he ignored the question she’d asked. She found it pretty amusing, and she was sure Cressida would have gotten it all- some of it may be usable, “You’re good… you’re VERY good Trip. I like you, though I’m not sure the senior officers at Starfleet will say the same, when they see you comparing Starfleet to Religion. Ballsy. I like it, no, I love it. Let’s go down a different route for now… now from what I saw on the Mars base, it is still pretty shut down. What do you and your fellow officers get up to when you are not on duty? What I’m asking of course, is how do you have fun?”

"The Red Sands Tavern is the go to spot. There are a lot of good places on Mars as well. We're developing good ties with the locals. There is plenty to do and see. Many friendships are being formed. It's refreshing."

Elsie stretched slightly, she debated internally whether pushing the next point was even worth the time to do so, it was unlikely to be included in the documentary… unless…”So no underground fighting? I heard you were pretty decent back in your youth?”

Trip began laughing.

“Apparently I’ve become a comedian without realising it,” Elsie said letting out a little laugh.

"Wow you really do your homework. Praise me as a leader then point out my mistakes and faults. What's the endgame? It doesn't matter. Yeah I used to fight. Nothing illegal, just not necessarily kosher for a Starfleet cadet. I was in a rebellious phase. Ended second year after I almost died. Never told anyone at the academy. But those days are behind me. I don't need to rebel. I found purpose and peace."

“My only endgame with that question Trip was to find out if you’d set up any sort of fighting tournament that Cressida could join in on when we got back to Mars,” she turned to look at her Producer, “she’s got a mean right hook and I enjoy watching her knock people out… wait, you almost died? Tell me about that experience. Is that what renewed your drive to become the hope of the next generation and following your forefathers within Starfleet?”

~oh I swear, one of these days you will get yourself in trouble and me and my right hook won't be there.~

"No. What renewed that drive was family. You're right, I'm a legacy kid. That can be a burden. You're expected to measure up. To be better than before. It's a heavy burden. But then I realized, my family legacy isn't rank or career. It's family. It's the bond we share. That connection. I don't want to be the singular hope. Just a cog in the wheel of solution. But when I realized that family was more important than accolades. That my father isn't a looming shadow but my hero. What better way to honor him. To honor our past rather than to give my best, my all, to the institution they so love."

“It always comes back around to family and those relationships we forge with those closest, eh?” she said and then paused for a second to take breath, “I’ll tell you what, if you ever want a presenting job once you’ve done with Starfleet you hit me up, you’re a natural in front of the camera” she said. “If there was one thing you could change about the direction the Federation & Starfleet have been heading over the years, what would it have been?”

"I wish, I wish I could have been in the room when the Andorians left. I wish I could have been there to hear both sides and help them find understanding. I wish the two sides could just talk. Because the truth is, we're stronger together. The truth is time heals all wounds."

Elsie nodded, “I think they’re are a lot of people out there who would have liked to have been in that room. Another good question.”

"Now let me ask you a question?"

“Sure,” Elsie said and placed the padd on the table.

"Why bring up my faults. My failings. My mistakes? And don't say it makes good television. I heard about what you did to Cortez. I agreed to this interview because I was curious about your motives. I'm still not sure what your endgame is. So off the record,  no cameras. What are you really trying to accomplish and why throw our pasts in our faces when you pretend to care about our future?"

Cressida looked down for a split second and then, regaining her composure and looked at Elsie,

~You really have no clue why I feel so bad about that. You never ask about my past, which in some ways is refreshing. But after all we’ve been through, you just don’t know~

Elsie turned and looked at Cressida, raised an eyebrow and then turned back to look at Trip, “Erin’s interview ended… unexpectedly and not how I’d planned if you want the truth. I wasn’t lying about Cressida’s mean right hook, the video we showed Erin ended.. Well I don’t know how much you know of her story and I’m not about to tell you if you don’t. But the video had a more satisfactory ending to it than she got to see due to the way she left. She has an open invitation to come back and watch it. I think she’d perhaps, at the very least get a laugh out of it.” and for the first time since pouring it, she leaned forward and took a small sip of the red wine, “As for your interview, I’m not sure what you’re referring to. We’d happily provide you with a copy so you can watch it in your own time, but I think if you go back and review it you’ll at no point see, that I bring up any of your faults or failings, you seem to do that naturally yourself, why do you do that?”

Trip laughed, "Because I believe in being honest and open. But you're right I'm the one who verbalized. But I believe your words were," Trip paused as he tried to collect himself. "If in my job I was given some dodgy information or equipment to go into a warzone with my dear Cressida here- whom I love and care for deeply almost got killed…" Trip stopped, took a sip and smiled. 

"Yeah, you know I may have taken the bait, but you laid the trap. My transgression is in my personnel file. The woman I slept with almost died. Honestly I could buy it being a coincidence. But something in your tone. I took the bait but you laid the trap. Oh and then there is the other matter."

“You had no need to bring it up though,” Elsie pointed out, “In my line of work, I find people say what they need to say and if they don’t, they won’t.”

"My fighting is not in my personnel file. Starfleet has no record of it. While it was all on the up and up. I was very careful for it not to be public and no fight was ever recorded. So then how did you find out? And given the non public nature of it, why bring it up? See coupled with the earlier bait, I think you want a gotcha moment. I'd rather own up to it then give you the satisfaction."

“You’re right it, it’s not in your personnel records and nor should it be, I can’t imagine it has any relevance to your life in Starfleet. We do our research and I obviously can't give away my sources, but I spoke to a certain… Ferengi who was more than willing to share a few stories. There we no other machinations behind the question, other than to whether you had now set up a club on the base to let off steam and… work through some of your issues. If you haven’t, I’d perhaps suggest you do, I’m sure there are plenty of Starfleet Officers who would join… and a few civilians”

"I'm not starting a fight club. Running and a punching bag is enough for me."

“I only have a few more questions, if you’re still willing? Nothing terribly hard to answer, I swear.” 

"Go ahead."

“Good, we talked a little about why and how you got into Starfleet. Why a pilot?”

"There is a certain sense of freedom in the air.  I want to see the galaxy. Actually I majored in Stellar Cartography."

“So you want to explore then? Get yourself a Starship and head out into the stars?”

"Yes. That core foundation of exploration that is central to Starfleet's mission. To seek out new words and new civilizations. To boldly go where no one has gone before."

“And that seems like a natural getting off point, so to speak.” She said as she placed the padd back down on the table and began to stand up. “Thank-you, Trip. That was interesting, engaging and delightful. Was there anything else you’d like to say on camera before we finish?”

"Yes. One thing."

She sat back down, “Go on.”

"The federation isn't perfect but it has worked for centuries. It was built on the hard work of countless men and women from many backgrounds and worlds. I spoke about legacy. I hope my career honors them."

“Very nice,” she said, as she waved a hand and heard Cressida begin moving around behind her.

Trip then flashed an impish grin. "Off the record, you owe Erin Cortez a personal apology. It might be prudent to apologize to her and any other member of this crew you tried to blindside."

“Blindside isn’t the word I’d use, but we’re already trying to reach out to her. I’d like her to see the rest of the video as that was the point of the exercise, not to upset her, we have a great deal of respect for what she went through.”

~It’s the word I'd use. You didn’t meet him. That was bad enough but to just show it to her with no warning…~

"Trust me. I know how devastating a guilty conscience can be." 

“Thank-you, please don’t be a stranger.” Elsie said as she stood up.

Trip then got up, shook their hands and left.

As the door shut as Trip left, “How did that go?” Elsie said as she picked up the almost full glass of wine, walked to the replicator and pressed some buttons and watched it dematerialise.  

“Well, he seems like a good guy although I do wonder why he is taking such an interest in Ms Cortez.”

“They’ve only been together for a few weeks, but you tend to find these Military types bond quick and become a family unit quickly” Else said

“Maybe….” Cressida replied as she started to pack away the cameras, “.... I just don’t see that as the reason. It seemed more protective. Not for his own sake. For someone else’s.”

“Maybe he fancies her,” Elsie suggested with a smile, “Prince charming come to the rescue and all that.”

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(Posted by Jono, Will & Jackie)

(USS Mystique, Conference Room - TAC, Ens(jg) Ravok Shara, Journalist, Elsie Biers & Producer, Cressida McGowan – 13:00)

This was going to be an interesting one if only for the reason that she was interviewing a Romulan Starfleet officer- something that only a few years ago nobody would have believed to be true. Both Cressida and Elsie had been working overtime trying to find any other angles that they could look at for this interview but even after all that work Elsie wasn’t convinced they had anything more interesting than the fact that he was Romulan.

She continued to wait outside of the conference room, listening in as Cressida set up both the cameras and Ravok for her entrance.

Looking at the man in front of her, Cressida paused for a second,

“Ensign?”

"Ensign Ravok" he responded with a smile. 

Pausing to check the camera in front of her, Cressida took a breath,

“You’re Romulan right?”

"Yes I am" he answered 

“I… I'm sorry… for what happened to your world.”

"Thank you, it happened before I was born but we still feel its effects today." He replied 

Taking a seat in front of him, the seat that would soon be occupied by the force of nature that was Elsie Biers, Cressida smiled softly,

“Elsie will be here in a moment. Running late as always. Why don’t we try a few quick questions, set you at ease.”

"Sounds good to me" he said.

“Okay, Ensign, you have friends here? Tell me about them.”

He took a deep breath "Yes a few people. Ensigns Trip and Ire Williams Ensign Jatin Alyl, Ensign Merek and of course Ensign Cortez." He said firmly emphasizing Erin's name. 

"Ensign Cortez is a close friend I consider her family. She told me how her interview went. " He said glaring at her as if he were looking through her.

Cressida closed her eyes briefly, remembering what had happened during the counsellor’s interview. Opening them, she looked directly at Ravok,

“For what it's worth, I am sorry. I told her not to push it but she can be like a dog with a bone when she senses a story.”

"Tell that to her, not me. It's not my forgiveness you should seek . As for your associate perhaps she would benefit in learning that sometimes a dog can become too distracted with their bone and not notice the bigger and meaner dog behind them… until it's too late" Ravok firmly stated with a blank stare. 

“Listen, when you see her, I know I have no right to ask you this, would you give her a message, from me?”

He raised an eyebrow at her. " If the message will tear her apart more than what she already is, the answer is no " he said in a monotone voice . 

“She didn’t see all the footage from the interview I did with that……” she paused, shivered a second, then continued, “Let’s just say, he tried intimidating me and it didn’t go well.”

"Wait, she left before seeing the end?" He questioned 

Smiling, Cressida laughed a little, “one right hook and he went down, out cold.”

Ravok smiled. "Good I hope that bastard remembers the day a woman put him in his place" 

Ravok sat there anticipating what kind of story they had on him. Most likely the typical Anti Romulan sentimentality angle.

~Clearly trying to warm him up,~ Elise thought to herself as she waited for the perfect moment to enter like a whirlwind and get the show on the road. There was no reason Cressida had for telling Ravok  the ending of the clip, they’d already decided to try and let Erin see it at some point- that after all had been the reaction they were looking for in the interview.

Sensing there was no need to wait any longer, she activated the door and slipped through “I’m here, my apologies- I got stuck with a Petty Officer down the hall. Wanted a photo to send home.” she said smiling “Are we all prepared?”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“Fantastic!” she grinned, “Ravok of course?” she said looking to the male Romulan as she took the seat over from Cressida. She pulled out the wine once more and poured a glass, “Can I get you a drink of anything?” she asked politely.

Ravok adjusted his uniform and sat up straight.

"No thank you. I am alright" he said to her with a wave of his hand and a smile.

“I have to admit to being quite excited by this interview Ravok, having never interviewed a Romulan before.. One could say you’re my first.”

Ravok laughed "Well if it makes you feel any better I have never been interviewed like this by a Human or anyone come to think of it. It's a pleasure." 

Elsie softly smiled, “So we can muddle through this together Ravok, how about we start with the basics, could you tell me your full name, rank and position within Starfleet”

"Ok, well the easy version of my name is Ravok Shara. My full name is a little bit more complicated and I mean its meaning is complicated, but it's Ravok ir'Darmod-Lathuel tr'Shara . I am an Ensign junior grade. I am a pilot and a tactical officer. Pretty basic."  He answered.

“Now, now. Let’s not be humble, Ensign. That is nothing but extraordinary- talk to me about being a Pilot, what about that fascinated you enough to want to make it a career?”

He rubbed the back of his head "Well I as a child my father would let me pilot his freighter, but I wouldn't say I wanted to be a pilot as a career. When I was a kid I traveled a lot and bumped into a lot of Starfleet officers along our way. Something about making the commitment to serve made me really think about my place in everything. When I entered the academy I already spoke 3 languages and since I had experience piloting a few different styles of vessels becoming a pilot was easy for me. I easily excelled where others felt challenged. So being a pilot was the easiest thing for me at the time. " He answered.

~Oh he’s a talker this one~ Elsie thought to herself, “An eloquent answer Ravok… and you serve as a Tactical officer on this ship currently. What drew you to such a challenging role?”

"Being a fighter pilot requires fast response times. Much faster than most people. So being a fighter pilot and a tactical officer go hand and hand in the aspect." he said as he shrugged his shoulders. 

Elsie shrugged a little, “I guess.. I’d never really put the two of them together in my mind. But your right, a perfect fit for a Romulan man such as yourself. Quick witted as you are. So tell me Ravok, what made Starfleet so interesting? You could have joined your comrades within the Romulan Forces?”

"I grew up on a ship. The only Romulan I was ever really around was my father. I am a federation citizen. I personally feel as though the federation is home for me. I wouldn't feel at home serving on a romulan ship. I would feel like a stranger among my own people. I have just gotten so familiar with being around a diverse group of individuals. Unfortunately Romulan society is still in some ways xenophobic in their approach with other races. I however am not."

~makes a refreshing change. He seems, well, almost human in some respects.~ Cressida though.

Elsie nodded, “I can see that and I think we’re all, including the audience of this documentary when it airs are incredibly pleased to see that Starfleet are starting to blood several Romulans into its operation. How hard have you found being one of the first Romulans to serve?”

"At the academy I was treated with suspicion by fellow cadets and instructors.  I don't blame them of course. We Romulans have never had the best reputation with the general population. So when I walked into starfleet people didn't want to be around me. I wasn't upset by this though, I saw it as an opportunity to show people that I'm not like the history books. An unofficial ambassador if you will" he said with a smile.

“An unofficial ambassador, I love it.” Elsie said as she shifted her position slightly, “and then you went on to graduate in the top 5% of your class at the academy and you got a few medals right? What were those for?”

"At the academy I got the medal of flight excellence my third and fourth year. It's the highest honor in flight school a Cadet can receive besides being named a Cadet captain."

~I sound like a… boyscout~ he thought to himself.

“That sounds pretty good, I have no real context though. And you’ve already earnt some new medals in your posting on Mars?”

"Yes, three of them. All three were for the same combat mission. One of them is Combat action Ribbon for being in combat. One is the squadron commanders commendation and the third one is The Ribbon of Sacrifice. I had to get stabbed to earn that one" Ravok said with a laugh. 

~He’s nothing if not modest~ Cressida thought to herself as she adjusted the camera angle slightly to focus on Ravok’s face.

“Oh, ouch! Where did you get stabbed?” she said, leaning forward slightly.

He placed his hand on the right side of his abdomen "Right here near my heart. It hit some connective tissues. I have chosen to let the scar remain as a reminder" He said to her.

~I would do it again without hesitation~ he thought.

“Impressive, so the mission that you got that on, tell me about it, how did it go, what were your objectives? What would you have done differently?”

He smirked. "Well it's mostly classified but what I can tell you that everyone came home alive. A former pilot of ours had some severe life threatening injuries but she is expected to make a full recovery from what I hear. Our objectives were to stop the bad guys from ruining that day I suppose" he said laughing.

"I'm sorry I can't say much else about the mission. I don't want to get in trouble. I'm sure you understand. As far as doing anything differently…"  Ravok paused and thought about various maneuvers he would pulled off differently. The shot he missed.

He took a deep breath "No, I wouldn't of changed anything like I said we all made it home alive and that's what is important"

“MY apologies Ensign, it seems nobody was briefed correctly. Both myself and Cressida have full clearance from Starfleet HQ,” she passed him the padd with the signed documentation, “They get final say on whether anything you say can be included if it’s around operational security. So bear that in mind, you can be as frank as you’d like- they’ve mandated for that”

Ravok looked at the PADD 

"It seems to be in order, but I wasn't personally briefed correctly as it would seem so. It would be in bad form to discuss anything unless I have direct orders allowing me to do so. Once again I am sorry,” he said to her.

“Oh well, we may as well pause this interview right here then.” Elsie said, “The orders are on the padd there Ensign, if you’d like to confirm them with someone please feel free. We spoke to Ensign Williams earlier on today who had no issues discussing the mission after understanding we had full clearance.”

Ravok took a few deep breaths as flashes of the fight went through his head . "Our mission was to find and eliminate a pirate threat in sector 001. They were in the kuiper belt. We set out there on a 16 hour trip. We had a few squadrons,  each squadron had 5 fighters and a type 11 shuttle Craft. The small fleet we had mobilized was led by Ensign Williams from aboard his ship. Ensign Ire Williams, Ensign Petrova and myself each led a squadron into battle. I will recant from my own experiences." he paused and drew a deep breath. 

"My squadron was ordered to engage enemy crafts,  5 romulan scorpion class attack fighters very fast and very dangerous. I ordered my squadron to unleash hell on them. We chased them and they chased us they fired some shots but their disruptors were no match for our shields. Suddenly about 5 minutes into the engagement our shields dropped fleet wide. We were vulnerable for 10 seconds. When the shields came back online our communications were down."  he said as the images flashed through his head. 

~He’s reliving it. I can see it. God, Elsie. Stop this before we have another walk out and i get water in the face this time~

"I umm heard a noise. I asked my right officer if he heard it . He said he didn't but suddenly we were both being strangled in our chairs. I had the attack fighters helm controls in manual so we began spiral wildly through space… My attack fight clipped on of the scorpions making the enemy craft explode on impact.  The force of the explosion knocked our attackers to the ground. When my flight officer and myself got out of our seats to attack them I saw… them." he paused and looked down at the floor. 

"The two attackers that beamed on our ship while the shields were down , they were Romulan… this made me angry. Like all the people we could be fighting it just had to be romulans...just doing their best to live up to our bad reputation.  My flight officer crewman Baker wasn't prepared to go hand to hand with a Romulan I suppose. I could hear his body being slammed around like a rock in a tin can. I grabbed a phaser and shot and killed Bakers attacker. I was… I was hit from behind and knocked off guard. It all happened so damn fast." he signed. "Then I was stabbed. I remember falling to the ground. I could feel the life leaving me. I felt death… just before the consciousness left my body I saw the lone attacker making his way towards Baker.  I don't know what it was or how I did, but I stopped death from taking me and became overwhelmed with a strength I had never felt. I was driven, completely driven to save Baker. I no longer cared about anything else. I grabbed one of the wires they were using to strangle us and I wrapped it around the enemies neck and pulled with all my strength all my might and fell backwards. That's the last thing I remember." He looked at his hands. "I killed them, so we could live." 

He looked at her. "We all made it home alive. There is nothing I would have done differently. I would gladly give my life for my fellow starfleet personnel." 

“Well, isn’t that quite the story.. Thank-you for being so… descriptive Ravok. That’s really going to help us in the edit at the end, so in your view everything went about as well as it could have been expected too?”

"We lost two ships one on the return and one in combat. It could of certainly been better. But at the end of day the threat was neutralized. We did our job. Honestly I would have preferred if no life was lost and there was no enemy at all. The loss of life, any life is a terrible thing" he said as he nodded his head.

“Well you all performed admirably. I say that from the bottom of my heart and I know Cressida feels the same.”

~love it when she speaks for me~ she thought with a smile.

"Of course."

“We interview Trip earlier, your CO on the mission I believe. He also backed up the fact that you all did such a good job, so I wanted to play a little part of his interview for you..”

She waved her hand and the screen just the right of her shoulder loaded up with a perfectly framed Trip Williams, fully suited and booted with a glass of bourbon in one hand,

[My team performed admirably. They made me look good. It didn't end well. But that was due to a mechanical error. Overall though the mission was a success and I learned a lot about leadership and mission planning.]

The video then paused and the screen went back to showing nothing, “He was very keen to get across that you, and your fellow pilots were the making of a successful mission which was hindered by extremely poor resourcing by Starfleet, the fact that he himself had to go off book and retrofit an old civilian craft- the God of War I believe he called it, to use as the command centre which then inevitably exploded and has cost Ensign Petrova so deeply is inexcusable. What are your thoughts on the state of your Squadron of ships and the lengths you’re having to go to?”

"He’s right. We have to work with what we have available to us. We were flying ships that were old some even 70 years old. I wish we had access to more up to date vessels. He made technology overhauls of course. The incident with the God of war was very costly" he tapped his foot.

"It's frustrating at times but I understand our situation. A Lot is being asked of us. When it comes to the equipment we have to work with" he stated.

“So you think Starfleet should be fitting you and your team out better? Providing better equipment?”

"If they were able to, yes. I understand they are trying their best. That is all any of us can do. If we all do that. I guess we can continue making magic happen" he said with a laugh. 

“But are they really  trying their best? I was at Starfleet HQ literally the other day. Everything is shiny and new there… I’d also hazard a guess that you were flying better equipment back at the Academy?” 

~She has a point. These guys, these young Ensigns…. With the equipment they have and the lack of experience, something or someone is bound to snap.~

"That's true. Our training fighters were the  Valkyrie V class. Highly effective almost undetectable on sensor sweeps. They are extremely fast and accurate. A type 6 phaser hit does nothing to its shields, it may shake the fighter a little bit but they are far superior. If we had even a few of those we would be ready for almost anything " he said with a grin

“Ok, well hopefully you get outfitted with the latest technology soon. We can’t have you on the frontlines, fighting in buckets.” Elsie said with a soft smile, “Just something to cross off my list, when you first started at the Academy it says in your file you were detained and questioned, can you speak about that experience for me?”

He crossed his arms and leaned slightly back in his chair. "Well when I applied for the academy of course I told them I was Romulan.. cant hide that" he said with a laugh

"So when I got accepted I was surprised and excited nonetheless. I walked in on my first day and out of nowhere two security personnel walked up to me and detained me. It was rather embarrassing to say the least. Next thing I knew I was in a room and an intelligence officer walked in and started asking me questions about my allegiances and loyalties and my goals. She was trying to figure out why a Romulan had any interest in joining Starfleet. Then she went on about my family asking me the location of my uncle, a man I have never met. I guess when you are  a Romulan you get used to people being suspicious of you. I don't blame people for that. Look at our history, it speaks for itself" he answered.

“Of course, although I think since then you’ve more than proved yourself… so it wasn’t anything to do with your suspected family links with Tal Shiar, the Romulan Specials Forces?”

Ravoks eyes widened and chills went down his spine from hearing those two simple words 

"I knew that would come up." he said shaking his head  "Sharing a family name with a murderous monster. It was bound to happen, " he said leaning forward in his chair. "Look, I can tell you the same thing I told them. I have never met him as far as I know he was confirmed dead in the destruction of Romulus" Ravok said with his voice slightly trembling. "He was also confirmed dead at least a half dozen times after that. Once by the Klingons ,once by the Trill, once by the Ferengi and three times by the Cardassians… which makes no sense how a government can claim capture of a man three times and also claim they executed him each time." Ravok looked around the room and back at the camera

"All I know about Tyren Shara is that he was the black sheep of my family. My grandfather cast him out. The only person to have ever showed him any compassion was my father and my father refused to talk about him. Everything I know of my uncle I had to hear from other people or gather from public reports around the beta and alpha quadrant."

~Not the person I was referring to, but go with it~ Elsie thought to herself as she settled in to let the Romulan have his moment.

"I know he was called Aehallh Hvaedroalh Ehdhihss Rihatsa… The ghost of the Raptor. He was even rumored to have been connected with the…" he paused as he leaned closer to her "Zhat Vash" he said as he looked her in the eye.

“Well that would make sense,” Else said, “If he was Tal Shiar. It’s long been thought amongst Romulans and every other race that they were just the rebranded face of Zhat Vash. He actually wasn’t the family member I was referring to… What do you know about your biological mother?”

~oh, here we go. The bomb drop. And, damn it, no towels. I swear she does this on purpose.~

A look of confusion came across his face . "My mother?  What about her?" 

~she died in a shuttle accident. She wasn't Tal Shiar~ he thought to himself in confusion 

“I’m sorry to have to break this to you, if you genuinely didn’t know already. Your mother- Velina Kervik, from the reports I’ve seen was a former Tal Shiar operative. The accident in which she died has the potential to have been a Tal Shiar coverup.”

She paused for a second and then moved for a second padd which was under her chair, “Have a look through yourself, there yours if you want them, official documentation from the Romulan Government of the time..” and she passed him the padd and waited.

Ravok took the PADD from Elsie and looked at it. He felt his stomach get weak. His hand trembled while holding the PADD. "I… I have never seen this before." he responded as he looked through the report. He saw images of the crashed shuttle for the first time. As he read more of the report he became even more confused 

"It says, it was believed she was providing the Federation with classified information on Romulan usage of their singularity warp drive technology. It says that she made a deal with the Federation for citizenship." he said in a somber tone. 

"If this is true that's why I have my citizenship. She was pregnant with me at this time. That accident almost claimed my life too." As he said that his rage grew within him. He took the squeezed the PADD in his hand "If this is true I have been lied to my entire life, by everybody " 

“How does that make you feel?”

Ravok looked at her. "Feel, it makes me feel empty, hollow. I don't know what is real right now. I'm sorry. I wish I had something more riveting to say for your interview.." he paused for a moment "Actually,  I do feel something.I feel gratitude for you. I suppose I should thank you. I know people in your line of work often have to deliver bad news to people or are just forced to dig to find a story. But thank you."

~My mother was Tal Shiar. The Tal Shiar almost killed me.~ he thought 

Elsie’s sat a little straighter and smiled, “It’s our pleasure Ravok, maybe you can pass it around the ship, we might get find people a little easier to come by if they know I’m not here to destroy their lives.” she said laughing a little. “If you want us to keep digging, we can. I’m not sure we’ll find much more, but it is what we do.”

He looked around the room and back to her and smiled coyly "I guess you got a good interview. It's so stereotypical.  I'm the first Romulan starfleet officer and of course I have Tal Shiar connections on both sides of my family. I'm so damned sick of this shit. Every time I try to find something out about what it means to be Romulan I end up regretting it. No wonder people hate us." he said as he looked down at the floor and rubbed his knee . 

"Could you do me a favor? If you agree I will spread the good word about you to everyone and also tell Ensign Cortez everything was a misunderstanding."

~I can see that conversation going swimmingly. Judging by her reaction to just the first part of that video, I wouldn’t be surprised if she punches Elsie on sight.~

“Of course, what do you want?”

"If you could please find anything else could you  please let me know? But please don't dig too far for your own safety. I know many people think the Tal Shiar are long gone but I don't want you risking your life for my benefit… or your professional one." 

Elsie nodded, “It’s not in my makeup to give up, if I know I can find a story. How about we move on a little from the Tal Shiar, I understand you’re not the only Romulan working under Admiral Ramae?”

~My mother was Tal Shiar? How could this be stay on topic .STAY ON TOPIC~ Ravok thought wildly 

"That would be a good change" he said as he smiled knowing who she was referring to.

"I am not the only one that is correct,  Ensign Keira Merek currently serves as the acting head of engineering. She's half Romulan " he responded 

“And do you feel like you have a friend in Keira, an island in a sea of oddity?” Elsie said

He grinned " A friendship sure, I trust her but it isn't because she's part Romulan. It's because of who she is that matters to me. She's special" Ravok replied

“Special?” Elsie said with a raised eyebrow, “I’m sure she is. Tell me Ravok, if I had the ability to put you in charge of Starfleet for a week, what would you change?”

"My very first act would be to make you the head of Starfleet intelligence and dig up all the dirty secrets on our enemies" he said with a laugh

~My first act would be too prove my mother wasn't Tal Shiar… focus focus~

Elsie laughed and patted her knee, but kept quiet.

"No, but seriously I would make every effort in assisting the Federation pull the pieces back together. I would mandate that Starfleet  above all else is to serve the people of not only the Federation but of our neighbors as well. Help the people unite. I don't know if that fits the criteria of your question. As I wouldn't change anything at the current moment, except for the technology we are working with. But in the end I would change anything that stands in the way of peaceful resolution and stability across the galaxy." 

“Very noble, how about we talk for a moment about what people can do around the Mars base to have a bit of fun when they’re off duty, where do you go, what do you do?”

"The Red Sands is a good spot. Amazing food and Santiago is the man" he laughed "we have access to Holodecks. They provide a lot of our entertainment. There is a place off base I have gone to. A few of the other pilots told me to check it out it's called The Canton. It's a place to really let loose and have good fun. Great drinks unbelievable prices" he said.

“Sounds incredible,” Elsie commented.

"But for my own personal fun, in my downtime I actually enjoy playing the Piano and watching horrible old earth movies. There was a character named Batman. I enjoy him alot. I'm actually just about as close to being a loser as you can get " 

“Piano? I may have you do some background music to go on the doc if you’re good.” She said smiling. “So we come to the end Ravok, you’ve been delightful- before we finish up is there anything else you’d like to say on camera?"

" I would certainly lend some background music if you need me to " he smiled 

"As for a closing statement on camera I have  two words for a friend " he smiled holding back laughter as he gathered his composure. 

“CRASH BANDICOOT" … he looked at her .

"I'm sorry I have been holding that in" 

“Ha ok, Well that’s certainly a first.” Elsie said, “Thank-you Ravok. We won’t take any more of your time up, but please- don’t be a stranger. We’re around on the entire mission and probably for a while afterwards”

"Thank you Ms.Biers, I look forward to your reports you are the best in your field"  he stated.

“Very kind,” Elsie said as she stood up and heard Cressida begin to move around behind her. Ravok moved around them and left the room, “Well… I liked him. Very appreciative.” Elsie said as she took the full glass of wine and dematerialised it using the replicator.

“Yes, although I admit to being surprised.”

“Why?”

“His offer to speak to Ensign Cortez…. In exchange for information on his mother… that caught me off guard.”

“Not everyone has to be outraged with us for doing our job Cress.”

“I mean, he said she was a close friend. He must know her past and how that interview would have affected her and yet he still chose to speak to her in order to get information about his family past. 

From what I understand, Ensign Williams barely knows Cortez and yet he stepped up to the plate for her.”

Elsie shrugged, “I mean he voiced his grievance in relation to it, but we all finished as friends. I’m surprised Erin has gone around and told so many people about it, doesn’t seem like something you’d do in her situation… but what do I know.”

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(USS Mystique – 10-Forward – Ensign Trip Williams - 13:21)

Trip had entered into ten forward to have his lunch. Part of him felt like he should eat quickly so he can get Ire of the bridge and to a nap, but at the same time, he could just feel that he needed a break from the monotony of staring at his console for hours on end. He went to the replicator and got for himself a grilled chicken sandwich a bowl of cream of mushroom soup, a glass of water, and a cup of black tea, with milk, honey, sugar, and an extra dose of caffeine to help him stay awake during the afternoon. Looking for a place to sit he saw the Admiral sitting over by himself and decided to join him.

"Mind if I take a seat sir?'

(reply Remae)

Trip sat down and smiled, "Don't worry, Ire is on the bridge, showed up out of the blew to give me a break."

(reply Remae)

"Sir, might I pick your brain for a moment?"

(reply Remae)

"Totally off the record," Trip said in a hushed tone, "But I'm worried about Ire. He works too hard, doesn't give himself time for breaks, comes on duty when he should be off. He keeps trying to go above and beyond, and that is not bad. But at the same time I'm afraid he is going to burn himself out. Not to mention he has the worst luck with things exploding around him. Anyways sir, what would you say to an officer who works to hard and you think needs to slow down and relax a little more?"

(reply Remae)

(reply Remae)

(posted by Will)

(USS Mystique - 10-Forward - CO - Admiral Remae Ktell - 1325)

The hum of the warp drive kept the Admiral company as he sat by the main
windows facing forward. The stars streaked by and it was good to watch for
a
moment. He has spent far too long on the Bridge and was unhappy to allow
anyone else to take command but, in the end, he had to take a break and
let
the crew get on with the show. He wasn't overly worried, he knew Luma
could
run the ship alone if it came to that but he also hoped that the crew was
getting the chance to actually learn. they would need to know in the
coming
months.

He was day-dreaming about the Republic, the ship was calling him,
repairing
her and taking it out to wave the Federation flag once more would be a
call,
a message to all that Starfleet was back.

"Mind if I take a seat sir?", said Trip appearing next to the Bajoran and
Remae waved a hand to the seat next to him.

"Don't worry, Ire is on the bridge, showed up out of the blue to give me a
break.", he said as if answering the unasked question. Remae wasn't overly
worried, someone was driving the ship and he wasn't going to worry about
the
small details of who was doing what.

"No doubt, Ensign - I am sure everyone is getting is taking turns. What
can
I do for you.", he said putting down his tea, knowing the Ensign had
something to say.

"Sir, might I pick your brain for a moment?", he said, and the Admiral
simply nodded to the request.

Trip shared his concerned for Ire work habits, working too hard, working
without a break and having bad luck. Remae eyes narrowed for a moment as
the
Ensign seemed to be not only talking about his colleague but the Bajoran
played the game for a moment.

"Normally, I would simply defer the matter to the First Officer to deal
with, its not often the CO would get involved but, in this case, I will
alert one of the Counsellors to have a quick word with Ire.", he said
before
adding, "I think the entire crew is intent on working themselves to hard,
maybe to impress or maybe just a sense that we're all there is of what
Starfleet used to be.", he paused for a moment before adding, ". and you,
Trip, how are you enjoying the Mystique so far?", he asked the Ensign
while
he took another sip of his tea.

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(USS Mystique - Personal Quarters of Trip Williams - aFSXO Ensign JG Trip Williams and Civilian Ashlyn Jones - 21:00)
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It was kind of weird for Trip, having his own quarters. He hadn’t had his own quarters in ages. Always his own room, but always a shared space with his sister. It was weird to him, took some getting used to. But given the temporary nature of the assignment, it made more sense to offer them separate quarters. He was fine with it, he would make do. At some point in his life he knew he would have to move out, yet right now there was a bit of separation anxiety. Still he made due.

Besides, he had found a friend who had the same poor taste in cheesy B movies from the 22nd century that he was able to distract himself from the fact that his sister was not in the next room over. He was always very careful to schedule activities or movie viewings on nights were Sy was out with Ailynn. It meant that he wasn’t missing an opportunity to spend time with his sister and he didn’t have to be alone. Still he was grateful that Ashlyn was willing to spend time with him. Of course had she said no, he was pretty sure Ire and Ravok would have been over at the drop of a hat.

As the movie ended, and it was so bad it was good, an early 22nd century film called ‘Snakes on a Starship.’ Trip turned to his movie companion. “Well that was certainly awful. Let’s watch it again!”

Ash shook her head, laughing outrageously. “Trip Williams that was bloody awful, I loved it! However, would you be insulted if we didn't ?” She picked up a small handful of snacks.

“Oh well, I think you get to pick the next one, is that right?”

She shifted her weight, resting...no...slouching, she was slouching, and loving every slouching second. “Too right. ‘Four weddings and a vampire holocaust’ next. Can’t be as bad as the last one."

Trip then smiled. He had arranged the small couch in his room to face the view screen with a coffee table in front of it. Not the best for entertaining guests, but he didn’t mind. When he was home, it was usually by himself. If he did have guests it was to watch crappy movies.

“Hey, not that I’m complaining or anything, but how the hell did you convince the Admiral to let you come to Trill?”

“Honestly...I’m not sure if I did, I put a request in, listing the benefits of my inclusion. “It helps that I know how the people on the ground work. Now, on the face of it, everyone is different, except that isn’t true. A person is individual, people are largely predictable, especially in local government in low to mid tier. I’m a girl who knows how to find things."

“I believe that.” Trip said with a smile.

“So what’s up next? I kinda fancy a car chase?” she tilted her head, and screwed up her eyes as she spoke.

“Wait a second movie, you’ve never wanted to do a double feature before. What’s the occasion?”

She shrugged. “Wanting to, and being able to, not the same thing. It’ll take me 45 seconds to get to my quarters, ‘besides, this sofa’s comfier than the one in your quarters on mars.""It is a lot more cushy for my tushy."

Ash laughed, "you're an idiot...funny though."

"So it's the couch and not the company that is keeping you for the second movie?"

She smiled gently. 'Bit from column A. Bit from column B.  You're okay Trip. I enjoy this."

~Enjoy the movies or me? Honestly I never knew Ash was this fun.~ Trip thought to himself.

"If I knew you were this cool in high school we would have hung out a lot more."

Ash laughed gently. "I wasn't this cool in high school. I'm not even this cool now; it's only a couple of friends watching some terrible old movies and eating more snacks than is really healthy."

“Well I think you are cool.” Trip said with a smile, “One of the coolest people I know, which probably means that you are either super cool, or I know a lot of uncool people.”

Ash smiled, disagreeing silently. She knew he was just being jokey in a friendly way, so didn't say anything else. 

“So car chases you said? I think I might have the right movie.”

Ash shifted her weight once more as the film started. A gentle smile on her face. She couldn't remember ever feeling this happy. The feeling of friendship washing over her. Trip had without a doubt become her best friend, she loved these evenings, he had an encyclopaedic knowledge for terrible terrible movies.

“The Vampire Racer of Saturn. It’s about an evil vampire that is shot in a rocket at the beginning of the 22nd century to be entombed forever within the gasses of Saturn, only to escape 100 years later and return to Earth for revenge. There are races, crashes, explosions, and romance. It’s delightfully terrible.”

"Sounds wonderfully up the usual level of bad." She looked at the screen, is that the same actor? He was in that one with the severed hand?

“Yup, Bruce Gaspard, he was in a famous TV show as a kid, went of the rails at 18, and got stuck acting in these B-movies.”

She fell silent for a few minutes, then spoke once more. "So...we're off to the Trill homeworld, to try and get them back in the Federation? And the highest ranked staff they'd send, the Admiral aside are, no offence meant, Junior Ensigns? What gives?"

“Honestly, I don’t know. They could send more, but, I don’t know. I mean we don’t have any ships in the area, but there are probably some at Deep Space Nine we could have sent. I mean my older Sister is on a science vessel based out of there, on a scientific mission. Nova class, barely up and running after pulling on the Andorian stuff out. Put a lot of cardassian tech into her. But I guess, I don’t know, maybe they wanted Admiral Remae to go, and we’re all he is stuck with.”

"He's 'stuck' with the very best. Not bad for an Junior Ensign."

“And I may be a junior ensign, but I have seen combat so there.” Trip stuck his tongue out at her.

She laughed, "fair point. I was only teasing." Her face fell serious again. "The Incident hit us really hard didn't it. With that said, its been the back foot for a long time."

“Yeah, some of us, some of us are still dealing with the emotional scars of it all.” Trip paused and looked somber and solemn.

"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to brink the mood down. You okay?"

“Computer pause movie.” Trip then looked at Ashlyn, “I never told you did I?”

"About…?"

“About what happened with Rae.” Trip hung his head.

"You said you were there, other than that you didn't, I've not asked as I figured you'd talk if you wanted or needed to?" She reached out and took his hand in hers. "You don’t have to talk about it…"

“No it’s ok,” Trip said with a laugh, “I’m an open book. You know how Rae and I had a telepathic link? I was talking  to her telepathically when the incident happened. I was in her head when she died. I felt everything. All her emotions, everything she felt when she died, I felt it as if it was happening to me. From time to time when my anxiety gets high, I feel it again. I feel like I’m dying. It’s a hell of an anxiety attack.”

Trip's reply saddened her deeply. "How awful. I mean, its terrible anyway, but to be so close. Im so sorry Trip, I had no idea." She paused. Look, I'm sure that she died feeling your love, and your presence. That would have been some comfort I think."

"I felt hope in the end. She felt hope in the end."

"Me and my stupid big mouth. This is why I've never let myself near people. Ultimately I end up hurting them. I'm sorry, I've killed the evening." Ash's mood plummeted, she wished she'd just stayed alone. 

Tripped squeezed her hand and the held it tightly. "You didn't ruin anything. You didn't know. Besides I'm glad you're here. Yeah its been like two weeks since we reconnected but we've seen a movie like every other day. I've grown used to your company. Either that or i'm incredibly bored."

Ash felt herself lift a bit, she’d always got fairly well with Trip, and for that matter, Sienna, and it had upset her to think that she may have upset him. “That’s nice of you to say. I still feel a little bad though.” 

"Don't beat yourself up."

She smiled a reply. Tring to quash her guilt, she found it hard however, as since they'd reconnected, Trip had become as close a friend as she'd had in a long time. 

"I'll try," she smiled, "mind if use your loo? Then perhaps we could carry on with the film? If you still want to that is."

"I forgot how British you were for someone who grew up in California. Yeah, please. Go right ahead. I'll just be here."

“I don’t even know where I got the word from originally. ‘Loo’ is such an Ailynn word. It’s bound to be her fault.” Ash laughed as she stood up, and stretched. Before moving toward the door to the head at the other side of the room.

A couple of minutes later she returned, and picking up her drink, slipped back down into the sofa. “Thanks.” She said, taking a sip from the glass. “Are we good?”

"Ash, we were never bad."

Ash blushed, “You’re too good Trip. There’s those who, well, you know, are a lot more uptight.”

"Look, I'm very open about my life, my issues, my screw ups. So it's no big deal. You don't need to worry."

“I know, it’s just...I do, it’s just part of who I am, growing up I had to watch every word carefully, it’s hard to adjust to someone who is just normal, amazing and understanding.”

"Well when you're around me you don't have to. And I'm not normal. When Billy and I are together every fourth word starts with f and rhymes with duck." Trip paused, "wait you think I'm amazing?"

She turned her head, confused. “Of course. You’re fun to be around, easy to talk to you know...that kind of thing. You’re a good friend.”

“Yeah, I guess I am. I’m a great friend. Maybe not the best romantic partner, but I am a grade A certified awesome friend. Hell, just a few weeks ago, I helped Ravok find an outfit for his date with Ensign Merek. And I think I did an excellent job. You know, if I wasn’t such a damn good officer, and basically handsome enough to be a pilot, I could have my own clothing store.”

Ash laughed. “You’re an imbecile, but yes you could probably have your own fashion label.”

“Hell I bet I could get you an outfit so sexy, all those Trill men will want to rejoin the Federation just to date you.”

“I appreciate the thought, but I am there to work, not fraternise. Finding a date on Trill is not high on my list.” ~Why not?~ She thought to herself. ~Young, free, single? Why isn’t it on my list?~

“Well then on this ship. There are plenty of eligible bachelors on this ship who would probably love to date you. I mean if you need a recommendation, I know you’re a damn good kisser. Though I don’t know if my word is the kind of endorsement you want. Given that after ummm, after sleeping with Alex, a lot of people question my taste in women.”

Once more she laughed, “Almost as much as they’d question my taste in men if anybody outside of our inner circle found out about that kiss.” 

“Oh, second thoughts?”

“I didn’t say that, lets, just not dwell on it?” She smiled again, her good mood returning, thanks to Trips friendly nature. 

“I don’t know, you could do much worse than me. I’m a catch,” Trip laughed, “But you don’t really want a guy like me. You could do much better than a guy like me.”

She understood what he was saying,  the self-deprecating humour didn’t work with Trip’s innate charm and affability. “I’m not sure I could.”

“No I mean it, you get over that self doubt, and I bet you could have any guy on Mars. I’d be willing to bet latinum on it.”

“No, no, what I mean is this. I get what you’re saying and it does make me feel better, but at the moment I don’t want that. I like my friends, I enjoy our evenings, I’m happy, truly as I am. I don’t need dating, I don’t need…” she nudged her head sidewards suggestively. “In the coming months, who knows, but at the moment.” She shrugged. “I’m happy.” She smiled gently.

“Umm, did you just think I was coming on to you? I mean, I’m a few beers in, but that wasn’t what I was going for.”

“No, of course not, I know that’s not what you meant, and neither did I intend a reply to sound anything like you did. No no, I was just talking about dating in general.” 

“Oh, yeah,” Trip laughed, “I feel ya. Yeah sorry.  My bad.”

She drained the glass of wine that she’d been holding, and poured another. Shrugging. “De nada.” She took a deep sip of the wine, “Movie?”

Trip looked at Ashlyn, “Yeah in a minute. Need to go take care of some business in the office.”

Ashlyn’s face was puzzled, “You are in no fit state to fly… oooh!” She turned back to herself, laughing out loud. “I’m such an airhead.”

Trip went up and headed to the restroom. He didn’t need to use the toilet, instead he just stared at himself in the mirror. 

~What are you doing Trip.  Trying to set up Ashlyn with half of Trill, saying you’d make her over. Look she is your friend, and just because for the first time in your life your sister is in a relationship and your not, doesn’t mean you can my fair lady Ash. She’s a great person, and becoming one of your closest friends. She isn’t Ravok, she isn’t Ire, she isn’t your sidekick or some social experiment. Just go back to the movie and let it be. Let her be. She isn’t some proxy for you now that your best friend is dating you sister. She can’t be Sy or Lynn, you can’t joke with her the way you joked with them. She’s Ash and you need to let her be Ash.~

Trip then splashed his face with water and returned to the couch. “You ready for this? Computer resume movie.”

She nodded, sipping her wine again, and slipping back down into a comfortable slouch. “I’m ready..” As the action began again, Ashlyn sighed, happily, and turning to Trip slightly, “This is even worse than the last one...I love it.”

“It gets worse, the vampire is a female vampire, which by the law of movie tropes means she is scantily clad and super slutty. It’s really bad. I mean really bad.”

“You’re going to tell me she escapes in an ancient Tesla roadster that has mysteriously been in space for two hundred years or something.”

“Umm, yes actually. Have you seen this one before?”

She turned to him, unsure if he was joking. She’d been pulling his leg slightly, but he was better at keeping his face straight. She leant back on the sofa, smiling to herself, and picking at the occasional tortilla chip; she felt centred, calm, and in the way that she always did, but could never describe, happy.

As the movie progressed, Trip kept looking to see if she was enjoying the film. There was something different about her, she was the happiest he had seen her since they reconnected. Maybe verbalizing that she didn’t need anyone made her stronger. He was happy for her, proud of her. She wasn’t the scared, broken girl from high school. Somehow, she had become a strong, confident, woman.

As Ashlyn slouched back, she reflected on both the last couple of weeks, and the years previous. What she had said to Trip was the truth, the scared, timid, painfully introverted girl was still there, but the outer her, the ‘protective jacket’ of confidence, had slowly encompassed her, and she’d found herself grow into it and absorb it. She would be the first to admit that she knew nothing of love; she’d seen Ailynn and Sienna out together, and her heart had soared for them; the depth of feeling, and attraction, she had no real comprehension of. She couldn’t make Trip out, nor in truth, if she had the capacity, would she want to. Of all that had happened since her arrival on mars, her reconnection with Trip had been the strangest. She’d found in him a friend, a confidante, and what was more, someone who’d remembered her from school, and didn’t think her less because of it. As they spent more evenings in each other’s company, she saw more and more layers beneath the exterior. She wondered how many others truly had.

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(posted by Mark and Will)