EXETERRPG: (1 - 1842, 1913, 2 - 0529 ) ACMO - Ensign Dural Methor DrPH

[Todd Holladay]

Mission: Auld Lang Syne
Day:01
Stardate: 2445.12.28

(Risa–Suraya Bay Resort, Lounge – ACMO – Ensign Dural Methor DrPH – 1842)

Dural made his way up the stairs and to the bar, carrying his newly purchased statuette. It was still late in the evening and he found the bar area with only a few customers. He approached the bartender and was welcomed.

“Welcome to Risa, something to drink?” the friendly woman asked.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any kanar?” Dural asked hopefully.

“Don’t get many of requests for it…” she started.

“Ah, that’s a shame…” Dural answered.

“…but I do have a small selection in the back.” She responded with a grin.

“Excellent. I’ll take a bottle.” Dural said.

The woman smiled and nodded and headed to a door behind the bar. She returned shortly with a tall fluted conical brown bottle. 

“It’s a twenty-two,” she announced. “We also don’t get many Cardassians here. I suspect that number will change now that they are officially part of the Federation.”

“No doubt you are correct young Miss.” Dural agreed with her. “I am after all the first to graduate from Starfleet Academy and also the first to graduate from Starfleet Medical.”

“Well, congratulations!” she said happily. “Thumb print here, for the bottle, Doctor.”

The Cardassian obliged and pressed his thumb to the device.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” She asked. Handing him a tumbler to go with his Cardassian liquor.

“No, that will do. Thank you!” He said grabbing the bottle and glass and and walked toward the balcony. He quickly found himself a seat near the edge, overlooking the ocean and sat down. He placed his statuette on the table and then he peeled the foil seal and carefully pulled on the stopper until the surface tension gave way with a hollow pop. He poured himself two fingers worth of the syrupy liquid and took a sip.

~Excellent vintage. That bartender knows her stuff.~

He spent some time alone gazing out at the ocean lapping at the beach. The regularly irregular rhythm was soothing in its own unique way. Entranced by it he had lost track of time and had at some point finished his glass and poured another.

Before long he was interrupted. “Excuse me, you seek jamaharon?”

The soft voice broke the hypnosis of the water. He turned to see a Risan woman with soft features, a pleasant smile and piercing green eyes that seemed to look into Dural’s soul.

“What now?” Dural asked.

“You display the Horga’hn. It signals those wishing jamaharon.” She explained simply.

“This curio? Has cultural significance?” Dural asked.

“Yes.” She said with a giggle.

“I’m not to familiar with Risan customs. Would you like to elaborate?” Dural asked. He was eager to learn their customs.

“Jamaharon is better shown than discussed.” She answered, “I have a private room if you’d like to know more.”

“I’m always eager to learn about other’s customs. Lead the way.” Dural said. “What’s your name?”

“My name is Jemma.” She said and picked up the bottle of Kanar, she took a draw straight from the bottle, and handed it back to him. He took the bottle, and the statue, downed the glass and left it. Jemma took him by the hand leading him to a private room.

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(Risa–Suraya Bay Resort, Private Room 6  – ACMO – Ensign Dural Methor DrPH  & Risan Hostess – Jemma – 1913)

They had been discussing culture for quite some time. The similarities and the differences between Risan and Cardassian culture. What Dural had experienced growing up as an orphan on Cardassia Prime, and what Jemma had experienced living a life of making luxury for others.

>From what Jemma could tell he seemed to be beating around the bush. He kept asking questions and seemed to be having a good time, usually everyone was done with her by this point.

~Was he nervous about it?~ She thought to herself.

“Do you want to learn about jamaharon?” Jemma asked.

“Yes, please show me.” He said.

“Very well,” She said. ~It usually isn’t this awkward.~ She leaned in and gave him a sensual kiss.

Dural’s eyes opened wide in surprise. He placed his hands on her hips and pushed her away gently until their contact broke.

“What’s wrong?” Jemma asked, clearly startled by the unforeseen turn of events. ~This has never happened.~

“This is what Jamaharon is? It’s a mating custom?” Dural asked.

“Yes. I thought that was clear, I’m terribly sorry. Am I not pleasing?” She asked.

“I’m sure you are, just not to me.” He answered.

“Should I fetch a host, would that please you?” She asked, a little bewildered, as this was the first time it has happened.

“That would not, no as I’m not attracted to anyone sexually.” Dural answered evenly.

“How…?” She asked.

“Just never have been. I have friends, and I can enjoy their company, I’m just not attracted to anyone in that way, but I have quite enjoyed our conversation on culture.” He held up the Kanar bottle. “We still have one quarter of this left. I would like to talk some more, if you aren’t busy.”

“I would like that. It seems most people only come here for Jamaharon.” Jemma admitted.

Dural took a drink from the bottle, and passed it to Jemma who did so as well.

“Excellent, now where were we?” Dural asked.

“You can tell me of Cardassian courtship, you know of it?” Jemma asked.

“I’ve seen people do so. I’ve found that when Cardassians court one usually starts bickering and arguing with one another, to show their interests.” Dural explained.

“Fascinating.” She said.

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Mission: Auld Lang Syne
Day:02
Stardate: 2445.12.29

(Risa–Suraya Bay Resort, Private Room 6  – ACMO – Ensign Dural Methor DrPH  & Risan Hostess – Jemma – 0529)

They had spent the night talking. The kanar bottle has long since emptied. They had both settled in laying down on a pile of pillows, snuggled in a little nest. Dural was supine with her nestled in with her head on the pocket of his shoulder. Her body heat felt pleasant to his pseudo-cold blooded metabolism, and he had insulated her against the cooler temperatures of the night air. Dural was first to wake as a shard of sun’s first light pierced the window and illuminated the one room dwelling. He looked down at Jemma sleeping. She looked so peaceful, and he hated to disturb her, but he had to get back to the ship.

“Jemma.” He said softly.

She expressed her displeasure, her hand went up to the source of the sound, and gently pushed on his face.

“That’s nice, but I really have to go.” He said. The words came out distorted through his smooshed face.

“Fiiiine.” She said and opened her eyes but not really moving from where she was. She stopped pushing on his face. “ ‘ Morning.”

“Good morning to you. Did you sleep well?” Dural inquired.

“Like a rock.” She said smiling.

“I’m glad.” He said, returning the smile.

She got back up to her feet and he did the same. 

“May I see your PADD?” He asked.

“Over there,” she pointed to the desk while stretching, “in the drawer.”

He reached over and pulled the device out of the drawer. He keyed in a specific sequence. “Use this code via Federation subspace frequencies, and you can send letters to me.”

“I will.” She promised. “Don’t forget your souvenir.”

“Why? I now know what it represents.” He said.

“Keep it to remember me by.” She said.

He nodded and picked up the wooden effigy. “Goodbye.”

“Fair winds and following seas.” She offered, not liking to say goodbye.

He opened the door and walked to the beam out point.

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(Posted by Todd) SPC Dural Methor DrPH, NPC Hostess Jemma




“The only way to defeat fear is to tell it 'No'." No - we will not take shortcuts on the path to righteousness. No - we will not break the rules that protect us from our basest instincts. No - we will not allow desperation to destroy moral authority.” - Michael Burnham, Star Trek: Discovery

“No, I’m from Iowa, I only work in outer space.” – Adm. James T. Kirk, “Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home”

Todd Holladay
SGT, IA ARNG (Retired)



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