Compile# March Mission Day 16 (USS Rosenante) --------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission: Homecoming Day: 16 Stardate: 2408.05.06 Compile Summary (Earth - Kirkwall - Orkney - Lt Cmndr Josh Caskie - Day 16 -1205) (Earth - Kirkwall - Orkney - Lt Cmndr Josh Caskie - Day 16 -1230) (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - ACEO - Ensign (jg) Mitena Rixx - Day 16 - 2007) (USS Rosenante – Lt. Kauwe’s Personal Quarters – NPC Engineer Lt. Lokalani Kauwe, 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 2020) (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – NPC Engineer Lt. Lokalani Kauwe - 2022) (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – COPS - LT Tom jackson- 2024) (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – NPC Engineer Lt. Lokalani Kauwe - 2027) (Personal Quarters - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 16 - 2030) (Starbase Genava - Trade Winds - COPS - Lt Tom Jackson - Day 16 - 2100) (USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - COPS -LT Tom Jackson 2102 - Day 16) (Trade Winds - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 16 - 2105) (USS Rosenate Trade Winds - COPS - Lt Tom Jackson - Day 16 - 2106) (USS Rosenate Trade Winds - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 16 - 2108) (USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - CONN- Lieutenant Dralar- Day 16- 2110) (USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - COPS- Lieutenant Tom Jackson - Day 16- 2110.5) (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - CONN- Lieutenant Dralar- Day 16- 2111) (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - COPS- Lieutenant Tom Jackson - Day 16 - 2112) (USS Rosenante – Personal quarters – 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 2113) (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) - Kitty Fisher - Day 16- 2114) (USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - ACMO-Ensign (jg) Sam Lopez-2115 - Day 16) (USS Rosenante – Personal quarters – NPC Engineer Lt. Lokalani Kauwe – 2116) (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - CONN- Lieutenant Dralar - Day 16- 2117*) (USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - COPS- Lt Tom Jackson -2118 - Day 16) (USS Rosenante - Trade Winds - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 16 - 2118.5*) (USS Rosenante – Engineer Lt. Kauwe’s Personal Quarters – 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 2119) (USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - ACMO-Ensign (jg) Sam Lopez-2119.5* - Day 16) (USS Rosenante - Tradewinds - ACEO - Ensign (jg) Mitena Rixx - Day 16 - 2120) (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - CONN- Lieutenant Dralar - Day 16- 2121*) (USS Rosenante - Trade Winds - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 16 - 2123) (USS Rosenante - Tradewinds - ACEO - Ensign (jg) Mitena Rixx - Day 16 - 2124*) (USS Rosenante - Trade Winds - CONN- Lieutenant Dralar - Day 16- 2125) (USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - ACMO-Ensign (jg) Sam Lopez-2126 - Day 16) (USS Rosenante - Tradewinds - ACEO - Ensign (jg) Mitena Rixx - Day 16 - 2127) (USS Rosenante - Trade Winds - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 16 - 2127.5*) (USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - ACMO-Ensign (jg) Sam Lopez-2128 - Day 16) (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - CONN- Lieutenant Dralar - Day 16- 2129) (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 16 - 2131) (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - CONN- Lieutenant Dralar - Day 16- 2132) (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – 30/CCONS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 2222*) (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – COPS – NPC Engineer Lt. Lokalani Kauwe - 2233) (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati - 2226) (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds - 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati, NPC Engineer Lt. Lokalani Kauwe – 2228) (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – NPC Engineer Lokalani Kauwe - 2230) (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – COPS - Lt Tom Jackson- 2231) (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – COPS – LT Tom Jackson - 2234) (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds - 30/CCOUNS Lt. Jon Nayati – 2235) (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds - 30/CCOUNS Lt. Jon Nayati – 2237) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Earth - Kirkwall - Orkney - Lt Cmndr Josh Caskie - Day 16 -1205) It had taken a lot of minor battles with Meg but eventually Josh and Ian had managed to go home together on their own. As soon as they were on there own together Iain turned to her. "I know you haven't told me everything. Do you want to start or will I?" Josh smiled at him. Knowing that the time was finally now. Taking a deep breath she simply began telling him the story of his father and his alternate persona and what had happened. Eventually he shook his head and simply smiled. "I guess he made up his own mind. Josh nodding agreed. "Yes he did. And in his own way. That was your father to a T." (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Earth - Kirkwall - Orkney - Lt Cmndr Josh Caskie - Day 16 -1230) Eventually Josh made her way down to the beach. It was spring now and although a storm still could spring up, they were less likely at this time of year. Kicking her shoes off and walking down to the waters edge Josh watching the tide roll in finally waded out into the surf. She stood there for a while simply remembering. It had started here on this beach, all these long years ago, and here, on this same beach was where it should end. Dipping her hand into her pocket she brought out a small velvet bag she had been given a while ago by Ensign Morgan. Opening the bag and tipping it's contents into her hand and she gazed at the ring lying their. A copy of her own, the same one she had worn for all those years. Smiling she slipped her own band off her finger for the last time. Her engagement ring, far too large to wear on duty had long gone with the destruction of the Champlain, but with a massive feeling of loss she simply slipped her own wedding band off her finger and finally dropping both of them back into the velvet bag she waited for a moment or two until she was convinced that what she was doing was right. A heartbeat later Josh simply threw the small sack into the surf on the beach and watched as the outgoing tide took it out. Far out into the Atlantic never to be seen again. (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Personal Quarters - ACEO - Ensign (jg) Mitena Rixx - Day 16 - 2007) Mitena took a practice walk across her quarters. The costume was only slightly restrictive to her movement. The long narrow skirt split only slightly at the bottom to allow the 'flipper' to drag slightly along behind her. Turning ever so slightly from side to side in front of her mirror, she admired how the material seemed to shimmer through varied shades of green as she moved. For her top, she'd found a wrap around that left both her midriff bare and the majority of her arms bare. Its intertwined design mimicked the color of starfish. To match it she'd a pair of starfish earrings to her ears. All in all, she felt like she made a passable mermaid. With a grin, she turned her toes in slightly so that the toe of her slippers hid discretely under the hem of the skirt. ~Not like I could stand like that all evening.~ She checked the time once more before heading out the door, anxious to not be late to the first social gathering she'd been invited to since coming aboard ship. (USS Rosenante - Tradewinds - ACEO - Ensign (jg) Mitena Rixx - Day 16 - 2026) Smiling, Mitena headed into Tradewinds. She hadn't thought she was running that late, but the party was already well underway. Even with quite a few people on leave, there seemed to be more then enough that had made it and she was looking forward to making at least one new friend before the event had concluded. Mitena looked around the room at all the wonderful costumes that her crewmates had devised. She wasn't sure what or who most of them were trying to be, but they all looked so interesting. An explosion of color and fruit caught her attention and she headed in that direction. As she got closer, she recognized her as a member of the engineering crew. She wasn't who the rather intimidating gentleman was that was with her. "Hello. Good Evening. I've seen you in engineering, but hadn't had a chance to introduce myself. I'm Mitena Rixx. Might I add, that is a lovely hat." Mitena concluded with a wide smile. (reply Kauwe, Nayati) (posted by Ruby) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Lt. Kauwe’s Personal Quarters – NPC Engineer Lt. Lokalani Kauwe, 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 2020) Lokalani’s eyes sparkled as she gave a wide toothy smile to the handsome counselor. Posing with her hands on her hips and her leg showing through the slit in her skirt, she turned, showing off her costume. Her clothing glittered and her bangles on her wrists tinkled gently as she turned and then looked at him fetchingly over one shoulder. “I am glad you like my impression of Carmen Miranda.” Turning again she said, “She was a flashy Brazilian singer and film star in the early half of the twentieth century.” Her eyes glinted at him mischievously as she blew him a kiss by puckering her full bright red lips. She smiled toothily again. Accepting the kiss she blew to him, Jon smiled and said, “As I said before, I am looking forward to taking both of you to the party.” Jon inclined his head down the corridor. She stepped out into the corridor, and after the door shut, she studied him carefully, sashaying her way around him. “I think you appear to look like a shorter version of another fellow that is from one of the Ancient Western films,” Lokalani commented finally. “But I do not know who.” As she moved around him, Jon read the excitement in her aura and he found himself getting excited about the event too. “The actor I patterned this costume after was named Clint Eastwood,” explained Jon. “The character he played in this costume made him famous. He had a long history in acting and directing and by old Earth year 2015, he was an American President.” Lokalani looked suitably impressed. Jon extended his arm gallantly to the lovely colorfully festooned Lt. Kauwe. “Shall we away to the party ma’am?” he asked in his best Clint Eastwood drawl. “We shall or we may miss it all,” said Lokalani, laughing. She put her hand through his arm and they headed for the Trade Winds, garnering surprised and amused looks from various crewmembers the entire way there. (Reply any) (Posted by Jim and Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – NPC Engineer Lt. Lokalani Kauwe - 2022) Counselor Nayati and Lokalani swept grandly into the Trade Winds, turning heads as they moved through the room. Lokalani walked with smiling gracious dignity, nodding serenely to all who stopped to speak with her and Counselor Nayati. (Reply Jon Nayati, Any) They proceeded to sit at a table and Lokalani untied her fur trimmed sheer cape and draped it over the back of a nearby chair. She smiled widely at all those around her, spotting a few of her fellow engineers. Tonight she could relax and she didn’t have to talk shop. A waiter came to their table. “Would you like to order?” Lokalani spoke first. “I’d like to have French onion soup, a reuben sandwich on whole grain rye bread, and a Caesar garden salad with ranch dressing. I’d like an ice tea with plenty of ice and a small bowl of lime slices on the side.” (Reply Jon Nayati, Any) The waiter nodded as he entered her order on a special PADD. He then turned to the Counselor. “And you Sir?” (Reply Jon Nayati, Any) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – COPS - LT Tom jackson- 2024) Tom was at the back of the Trade Winds area checking on things for the party when he noticed Jon Nayati and another officer approaching. Tom smiled at Jon;s costume, reminiscent of a movie cowboy. He was familiar with the character but cold not place a name to it. Dusting off his Confederate Major's uniform, he walked over to Jon and the unfamiliar Lieutenant. "Hello to the both of you. I am Major Tom Jackson of Confederate States of America Army and You two are?" y=Tom asked. (reply: Jon or Lokalani Kauwe) Lokalani's costume was a delight to the eyes. Tom was at a lost to describe it. He was glad he had been taking pictures fro the ship's scrapbook. (reply: any present) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – NPC Engineer Lt. Lokalani Kauwe - 2027) Once the waiter departed with their orders, Lokalani smiled happily at the handsome Counselor that was sitting with her. “So what do you think of the party so far?” (Reply Jon Nayati, Any) Lokalani nodded. “I think we’re a hit and this party is really hopping.” She looked around with eyes shining like gemstones at all of the different vibrant costumes, many of which she did not recognize, and noted Kitty Fisher was dressed as some sort of royal armored historical figure. ~Could it be the Spanish Queen Isabella when she helped to drive the Moors out of Spain?~ She said as much to her companion, gesturing thoughtfully in Kitty Fisher’s direction. (Reply Jon Nayati, Any) Just then a blue Bolian dressed up in some sort of greenish fish-like costume and approached them and spoke. "Hello. Good Evening. I've seen you in Engineering, but hadn't had a chance to introduce myself. I'm Mitena Rixx. Might I add, that is a lovely hat," Mitena concluded with a wide smile. “Thank you for the compliment on my head gear,” laughed Lokalani. “I had considered ordering fruit salad to eat, but did not wish to be thought cannibalistic.” She chuckled again at the expressions on both their faces. “By my hat that is,” she added, giggling. (Reply Jon Nayati, Mitena Rixx, Any) “I had seen you in Engineering recently too, but we’ve been so busy nursing those jury rigs that I hadn’t much time to say anything. I am sorry I haven’t been able to talk much, Ensign Rixx,” apologized Lokalani. (Reply Mitena Rixx, Jon Nayati, Any) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Personal Quarters - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 16 - 2030) Kitty had received her party invitation a few days ago and had started seriously thinking about what she would wear and who she would want to go as then. She had played around with a couple of ideas before finally coming up with what she thought was the ideal one. To be honest Kitty really thought that this persona would have been ideal for Josh had she been here. But, since she wasn't Kitty decided to steal it for herself. She had spent a great deal of time replicating what she needed, and getting it all squared away in her quarters, all the while keeping it away from the monster cat that she had stupidly agreed to watch for Josh whilst she was away. Cat drool was just what she did not need at present. Eventually she was ready to get dressed up and had laid everything she needed out across her bed ready to put on. Gazing at it she shook her head not sure where to start to be honest. But, finally looking over it she figured it out. First the simple linen shift, then the chain mail and then, lastly the armour. Eventually, after buckling the short sword to her side Kitty decided she was ready. Looking at herself one final time she simply decided that she looked like an idiot and that no-one would realise that she was supposed to be Queen Elizabeth during the Armada period and would probably think she was a young Joan of Arc at best. Too late to change anything now Kitty sighed, shook here head and grimaced. ~You probably blew it again girl.~ --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Trade Winds - COPS - Lt Tom Jackson - Day 16 - 2100) Tom stood by the entrance to the area secured for his 'gift' to his crew mates. Nodding in satisfaction at the work the ferengi Bronk had done in decorating.He looked at his reflection and shook his head again. '~That little thief did alright~ Jackson thought. The party was a 'theme' party. Tom had thought long and hard about the apporiaite theme. He and the others had had a tough mission and needed relaxation. After a bit of thought, Tom had chosen a masquerade party. He was curious to see what the crew would show up as. Jackson was going a a Confederate general rom the American Civil War. He usspected Phil Sheridan would go as a Union or 'Yanhkee' Officer. (Reply any) (posted by Bill) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - COPS -LT Tom Jackson 2102 - Day 16) Tom sat at a table near the entrance and waited for his fellow crew to arrive. Bronk, a Ferengi Tom had know when he was working a trade vessel, had done a nice job decorating the party area. He hoped Yeoman Krantz would come. He had made sure to include all the OPS staff (officer and enlisted). Kris was a good member of the crew - her major issue was a lack of self confidence. This Jackson could understand as he was going thru something similar. Krantz arrived and walked over to where he was sitting. Tom rose and said "Hello Kris. You look wonderful". Kris Krantz blushed brightly red - which was a nice match to her red hair. Shyly she looked up and replied "Thank You Sir". Tom shook his head. He had forgotten to mention that rank was to be left at the door. This was a social not military event. Collecting his thoughts, Jackson replied. "Kris come with me) and pulled out a chair for her. "Please take a seat ok?" Tom asked. "OK, first things first" he began. "We are off duty and in a social setting, so please call me Tom" he ordered. Looking a bit dubious, Krnatz replied "O.K. Tom" and blushed again. Tom gave her his biggest smile. She had decided to dress as a Southern Belle and looked, well, great1 "While we are waiting, I want to talk to you for a moment as your department head" Tom began, "I've reviewed your files and spoken to SCPO SHeridan. Both they and he speak highly of you. But you have one flaw" he watched as her face clouded a bit. "You are very gifted and need to have more confidence in your skills. You did great managing the OPS station and you can expect more Bridge time" Jackson added. Kris smiled and spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully. "Tom, I've always had a hard time believing in myself" she added. "Kris, I understand . We all have those times. But when you have the skills you do, trust your instincts. You are a great addition to SF" Tom said in praise. He could see he had blushing with pride. "Since this is a party, let's have some fun OK?" he said and rose up. "Since you re a southern belle, would mind waltzing with the Major?" he asked pointing to himself. "I'd be honored Major" ad joined him on the dance floor. She marveled as she and Tom glided skillfully over the floor. Jackson was a man of many interests and abilities. Tom, for his part, had forgotten how nice it was to dance with a beautiful woman. As they danced, others arrived. He noticed Kitty Fisher out of the corner of his eye - slipping toward the back of the area. He made a note to go see her after the dance and introduce himself. (reply: any present) (posted by: Bill W) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Trade Winds - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 16 - 2105) Since she felt so uncomfortable she simply snuck into Tradewinds and moved all the way up to the back watching to see who else would come in, dressed as what. (Reply all) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenate Trade Winds - COPS - Lt Tom Jackson - Day 16 - 2106) The waltz ended and Tom thanked his partner Kris Krantz. "Excuse me for a bit - I have some guests to greet" he told Kris and headed to say hello to Kitty Fisher He looked at her costume and recognized it as royal garb. Smiling, he introduced himself. "ahh, you must be Queen Fisher. I am Major Tom Jackson" Tom tried to say gallantly, bowing deeply at the waist. (reply: Kitty) "I wanted to say hello and introduce myself. What with the last mission I did not get a chance to do so. Chief Fuller speaks well of you" he added. (reply: Kitty) "Excuse me, I have some others to say hello to - oh by the way do you dance?" he asked as he turned away. Tom Jackson was having a ball. The party allowed him to get outside his normally stuffy facade. He hoped Phil Sheridan and Nate Fuller would come - he respected both eh senior Nico's. (reply: any present) (posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenate Trade Winds - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 16 - 2108) Kitty had simply sat down at a table in the back of Tradewinds hoping that she could simply sit there undiscovered. However that was not to be. Lt Jackson had seen her entering and as soon as the first dance was over he came across. He looked at her costume and recognized it as royal garb. Smiling, he introduced himself. "ahh, you must be Queen Fisher. I am Major Tom Jackson" Tom tried to say gallantly, bowing deeply at the waist. "I wanted to say hello and introduce myself. What with the last mission I did not get a chance to do so. Chief Fuller speaks well of you" he added. Kitty grinned at him happy that at least someone had recognised her costume for what it was. She did not bow. Since queens didn't, She simply nodded at his deep bow and then burst out laughing. "Apologising at once she smiled at Tom. "I'm sorry, I just feel really, really stupid at present, but thank you and thank Fuller for his recommendation I think. I have a high regard for him also." "Excuse me, I have some others to say hello to - oh by the way do you dance?" he asked as he turned away." Kitty watched as he turned away ignoring her. She was just about to say that she salsa'd when the Lt walked away and the moment was lost. Once he walked away again Kitty simply watched everyone else appear in their costumes. (No reply needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - CONN- Lieutenant Dralar- Day 16- 2110) Dralar stepped into trade winds with a distinct click of metal gloved talons on the floor of the chamber. He had been invited to attend by Lieutenant Jackson and had been told that the theme for the party was that of a masquerade. There weren't many costumes that the Prince would wear to such a party, at least none that the majority of the crew would recognize, so Dralar had decided to dress in his ceremonial war uniform of the Skorr Hierarchy. He wore a light armored chest piece, which was fitted to his chest by a series of nearly invisible leather straps. The breast piece was plated in gold and set with fine etchings. Around his neck, was his royal mark of office, the thick brocade of gold dipped down to the middle of his breast and clanked softly as he walked. His arms were covered in fine gold-plated chain mesh, which connected to the backs of the matching gold-plated gauntlets that he wore. He wore a short blade called a D'ka at his left hip, which hung from a gold threaded belt. His legs were covered in the same fine mesh which stretched from his armored groin guard to the tops of the armored talon blades that he wore on each of his armored feet. In his right hand he carried a traditional plasma lance, or Ka'sak, which was capped on each end by a polished gold and duranium plated emitter assembly. The weapons were simple, effective and resilient, and had been a staple of the Royal family and their personal regiments for a millennium. Dralar's feathers had been sprinkled with a light gold and silver glitter, giving him a slight shine as the light from the room reflected from his feathered appearance. the edges of his flight feathers and his tail feathers had been dipped in a light gold coating further emphasizing his stature. He was tonight a warrior prince, bedecked in all the trappings of a ceremonial garb, designed to awe and impress those beneath his command. Sendam, his personal body servant, moved ahead of him rapidly and in a clear and concise voice announced his prince. "Prince Dralar, the 45th Prince of Skorria." he called out simply, having been already told to use the most sparse of Dralar's many titles. (reply any present) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - COPS- Lieutenant Tom Jackson - Day 16- 2110.5) Tom was heading to the entrance of the TradeWinds when Lt Dralar appeared dress3ed very regally. Tom did not know much of Dralar's lineage but was curious none the less. Not quite sure how to address Dralar, Tom opted fro a simple "Good evening Prince Dralar" and hoped that was sufficient. (reply: Dralar IYW) Tom explained where the refreshments were and where the dance floor was located as he had done with all the other guests. (reply: Dralar IYW) "Your majesty, if you would excuse me, I need to greet some other arrivals. Please feel free to contact me if you desire anything" Tom added. (reply: Dralar) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - CONN- Lieutenant Dralar- Day 16- 2111) It was not long after Dralar's body servant had announced him that lieutenant Jackson had greeted him at the entry way to Trade Winds. "Good evening Prince Dralar" The human officer said pleasantly. "Greetings and salutations for health and prosperity, Lieutenant Thomas Jackson" Dralar replied, " How does your social mixer go? It is a success?" (reply Jackson) After answering the Prince's questions, Jackson had indicated the tables where the food was located. Dralar nodded, although he doubted that any of the crew would be interested in seeing him dine. Since Skorr hardly ever eat their food cooked and since they were unable to chew food in a manner consistent with most other humanoids, they were forced to rend their food in a very violent manner that most other species found disturbing. If you combined this with the fact that Skorr were carnivores and did not eat their food unless they had either killed it themselves or had no other choice, the disturbia factor increased significantly. No, tonight Dralar would abstain from any meals here, however, this was not an issue since he had eaten before arriving. Dralar thanked the lieutenant for his consideration. "Your majesty, if you would excuse me, I need to greet some other arrivals. Please feel free to contact me if you desire anything" Tom added. "Thank you again, Lieutenant. I appreciate your desire to see to my individual needs. Your efforts have not gone unnoticed." Jackson walked away and Dralar scanned the room to see who was present that he might converse with. Of the people that he saw, Kitty fisher looked like the one most likely to accept his immediate company, and so he headed across the floor towards her. He stopped just shy of her position and bowed to her gracefully. "Your majesty." he said, "I am honored that you would grace us with your presence here among our mortal coils." He had recognized her costume as that belonging to the famous Virgin Queen of England, during her days as a warrior. So where Dralar was dressed as a warrior Prince, she was dressed as a Warrior Queen. And although such a position did not exist on Skorria, on Earth it had in their past. (reply Fisher, Any) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - COPS- Lieutenant Tom Jackson - Day 16 - 2112) Tom had greeted Lt Dralar and was chatting with the Prince briefly. The prince asked Tom ""Greetings and salutations for health and prosperity, Lieutenant Thomas Jackson" Dralar replied, " How does your social mixer go? It is a success?" Tom looked around and smiled. Turing back to Dralar Jackson replied "Yes Your Highness, I believe it to be. I thought a chance to relax was in order" Jackson added. (reply: Dralar IYW) Tom saw more arrivals and asked the Prince "Your majesty, if you would excuse me, I need to greet some other arrivals. Please feel free to contact me if you desire anything" Tom added. "Thank you again, Lieutenant. I appreciate your desire to see to my individual needs. Your efforts have not gone unnoticed" Dralar added. Tom left to greet the new arrivals. (reply: any/none) (posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Personal quarters – 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 2113) Jon didn’t like costume parties, but not for the usual reasons. Throughout much of Federation space, costumes were usually worn for festive occasions. On Necron Red, masks and costumes were for solemn religious and mystical purposes. Many of these mystical services were connected with burying the dead or communicating with restless dead spirits or the elemental forces of their homeworld. In searching for a costume, Jon came across an Ancient West bounty hunter in old films of the Man Who Had No Name played by a Terran actor named Clint Eastwood. The movies, referred to as spaghetti westerns which puzzled Jon since he never saw anyone eating the pasta dish, showed the principal actor wearing mainly a tan dusty leather hat with a snake skin band, leather trenchcoat, boots with spurs, and stiff denim jeans belted at the waist with a large buckle that had a snake head on it. Jon had copied the look carefully down to the gun belt and holster complete with an unloaded but functional colt 45. The gun handle had a coiled rattlesnake carved on it. Jon liked the rattlesnake theme as portrayed by the actor because to his people, the serpent was a sign of wisdom and death, which were both part and parcel of surviving on Necron Red. Jon surveyed himself in the mirror. Though he was not tall, the coat gave the illusion of making him seem taller. The boots also added an inch of height. Jon smirked in satisfaction. Wiping the smile from his face, he narrowed his eyes, trying to look as much like the bounty hunter as possible. He felt himself slipping into the role of the Ancient Western man he was attempting to portray. In his head, Jon pictured a man who had nothing to rely on but his wits, strength, weapons and horse to survive against the wilderness. Suddenly Jon wasn’t so homesick for his people anymore. Nodding to himself, he stepped from his quarters to find and escort his companion to the masquerade. He wondered what she had chosen to wear. (Reply Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) - Kitty Fisher - Day 16- 2114) Kitty was sitting twirling the ice cubes round in her empty glass, finally she collared a passing waiter and handed it to him. "Vodka and fresh orange, in a tall glass with lots of ice please." She had already decided that she would have one more drink and then leave. No-one else from Sickbay was here apart from Dr Lopez and after their last run in Kitty was not about to go across to him and have him repeat his behaviour. To be honest Kitty was less and less enamoured with the Fleet at present. She had pretty much been sent from pillar to post within the fleet serving on one ship after another. Barely having time to make friends when suddenly she found herself being transferred again. Happy when her orders came through to report to the Rose she looked forward to working with Josh again only to find that Josh had moved on in Kitty's absence. Whilst happy for her friend it only pointed out the gaping hole in Kitty's own career. Kitty knew that sometime soon she was going to have to do something about that and it seemed to her that 'sometime soon' was creeping closer and closer by the minute. She had been toying with the idea of returning to Earth and becoming a doctor. She already had all the qualifications needed so all that would be needed would be returning to Earth, taking the year long update course at Starfleet Medical and then pass the exam that would allow them to recertify her. However Kitty wasn't really sure that her future lay in Starfleet. Kitty wanted to wait until Josh came back so that she could talk it over with her, but, truth be told she had no idea when Josh would return and Kitty was fast running out of time to put in her request. She was so deep in thought that she did not see Lt Dralar approach her until he stopped, bowed to her and addressed her. "Your majesty. I am honored that you would grace us with your presence here among our mortal coils." Kitty rose, grinning at Dralar. She remembered a meeting a few years ago, when Dralar had first joined the Champlain, he had politely asked if he could sit beside Josh and Kitty and his body servant had simply placed his chair beside them assuming that they would not dare to refuse such a great honour. However the Prince had proved to be such a charming and witty companion that they had become friends during that meeting. Kitty tilted her head in acknowledgement and grinned at him again. "Your Royal Highness. What can I say, your costume is magnificent and makes everyone else in the room pale into insignificance. Although, correct me if I am wrong, I think it more ceremonial garb than costume to be honest." (Reply Dralar) Sitting back down Kitty gestured to the nearest chair and then looked over at his body servant who was carrying the perch that the Prince usually used. "Please feel free to sit if you care to Your Highness. It's nice to see you again. I hope you are well." (Reply Dralar) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - ACMO-Ensign (jg) Sam Lopez-2115 - Day 16) Sam had a lot time to think about his costume and realized he always loved history.That is when he got the idea for dressing up like a twenty first century president.It took him some time to get the outfit, but it was finally ready. The suit was very authentic looking with a blue tie and American flag pin. Sam entered tradewinds with a smile on his face and good feeling.He decided to sit down and waited to see who else would come.~this will be a interesting party~ (reply by any in room) (posted by shawn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Personal quarters – NPC Engineer Lt. Lokalani Kauwe – 2116) Lokalani chuckled as she studied herself in her mirror. ~Counselor Nayati will never expect this!~ Her almond shaped dark eyes stared back at her, sparkling with amusement and excitement. The gaudy costume was lavish in its color. From the fruit encrusted hat upon her head to the trim that encircled her midriff length short shirt, to the pleated flower patterned ankle length full skirt, the bright outfit showed off and displayed her full curves to the greatest advantage. She tied the sheer cape trimmed in fake animal fur around her neck. The flamboyant costume with its gaudy dangly jewelry, was eye-catching and Lokalani hoped it would catch a certain Counselor’s gaze. Though she was a little shorter than many of the crew, Lokalani found she matched Jon Nayati’s height perfectly. The short sandals had a small heel that encased her shapely feet, and exhibited one leg through the slit in the full skirt. Twirling in front of the mirror, she laughed as she saw some of her bare leg flash by in the reflection. Hearing the door chime, Lokalani stepped across the room, her wrist bangles tinkling gently. Positioning herself a few feet in front of the door, she place her hands on her hips and smiled widely just as Carmen Miranda had and said, “Come in.” (Reply Jon Nayati) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - CONN- Lieutenant Dralar - Day 16- 2117*) Kitty rose, grinning at Dralar. It was a humanoid trait that Dralar had come to understand meant pleasure. He himself could not return the smile, but he bobbed his head slightly to show he was also pleased. "Your Royal Highness. What can I say, your costume is magnificent and makes everyone else in the room pale into insignificance. Although, correct me if I am wrong, I think it more ceremonial garb than costume to be honest." She replied gracefully. "You are not mistaken." Dralar replied. "This is a ceremonial garb that is worn by members of the royal house when addressing their troops, usually before the beginnings of a war or on the eve of a great battle. Each aspect of this garb represents something to our society and our troops. The Royal household, specifically, the princes lead their personal troops in all battles. I have personally lead my district's fleet and ground troops in campaigns against both the Romulans and the Orion Syndicate." Sitting back down Kitty gestured to the nearest chair and then looked over at his body servant who was carrying the perch that the Prince usually used. "Please feel free to sit if you care to Your Highness. It's nice to see you again. I hope you are well." Dralar nodded and Sendam moved forward and placed the prince's perch for him to sit upon. Dralar settled on it and Sendam moved back to allow the two to have some privacy, at least as much as was permissible in their current environment. "I am well Kitty Fisher. But I think that you are unwell. I am no expert on human facial expressions, but you looked just now as if there was a problem vexing you. Is your family well?" (reply Kitty room for more) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - COPS- Lt Tom Jackson -2118 - Day 16) Tom Jackson smiled as more of his crew mates arrived. A youngish man arrived. Jackson did not recognize the costume and walked over to say hello. "Hi, I am Tom Jackson. You are?" Jackson asked. (reply: Dr. Lopez IYW) "Welcome to the party Doctor, please call me Tom OK?" Jackson asked (reply: Sam IYW) "Sam, the food and drink are over there" Tom pointed behind them. "The dance floor is there"he pointed t his right". "Have Fun" T.J. added. "Excuse me, more guests are arriving- I'm kind of the host. See you later Sam OK?" Tom added. (reply: Sam IYW) Tom Jackson walked over to greet some recent arrivals. He felt at peace. Doubt had begun to leave him be. ~Maybe I should have been born a Ferengi like Pez~ Tom thought chuckling. (reply: sny/none) (posted by: Bill W.) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Trade Winds - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 16 - 2118.5*) "I am well Kitty Fisher. But I think that you are unwell. I am no expert on human facial expressions, but you looked just now as if there was a problem vexing you. Is your family well?" Kitty shook her head, "My family is fine although I thank you for your concern." She sighed a deep sigh before she continued. "To be honest Dralar I have been staring into my glass and thinking about my future and what I want to do with it." She looked up at him. "You know, I have been a Head Nurse for a great many years now and to be honest there are very few options left open to me that do not seriously involve moving on again and perhaps changing tactics somewhat." (Reply Dralar iyw) "I am way over qualified to be Head Nurse on a ship. I know it and SF Medical knows it too. What worries me is that they might just transfer me again to some base somewhere and make me a Ward Manager and that will be me stuck again." (Reply Dralar iyw) Kitty shook her head and sighed again. "To be honest the time I spent on the hospital ship McCoy was really interesting. I ended up filling in for the Ward Manager and I enjoyed it. I wouldn't mind doing it again as long as it was on a hospital ship. I just don't want to get stuck on a base somewhere. Of course I could go back to SF Medical and recertify as a doctor, I'm more than qualified and it would only take me a year or so to do it. But where would that get me. Some posting on another ship and back to covering the Gamma shift again as the most junior doctor. Better to go to the private sector I think and see what's available." Kitty regarded the ice cubes in her now empty glass and as a waiter passed she caught his eye and asked for a refill again. Turning back to Dralar she smiled at him in apology. "I'm sorry Sir, you caught me at a bad moment. How have you been? And your family, I trust they are all well?" (Reply Dralar) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Engineer Lt. Kauwe’s Personal Quarters – 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 2119) Jon arrived outside Lt. Kauwe’s quarters. He stood there a few seconds to gather his thoughts and center his emotions. Lokalani was a dark, petite and exotically beautiful woman. She had a bright, vivacious personality. Jon had been flattered when Lt. Kauwe had first broached the idea of going to the costume party with him. But he found himself a little unsure in reference to what she did on the Rose. Other than those engineering staff he saw in therapy, Jon hadn’t really associated with the ‘hard’ science people very much. Much to his annoyance, Jon still found himself viewing them as NCR II tech-shaman, who were still revered with almost mystical awe on his homeworld. Jon’s training in Starfleet and his subsequent starship duties had reduced the unconscious awe he felt for these crew persons. But when he listened to them talk ‘tech’, Jon found his logical mind lost in a storm of words and theorems that he couldn’t always follow. The prospect of spending an entire evening with such a bright but technical mind Jon found more than somewhat daunting. He was concerned that she would do nothing but talk tech with him. ~Her bright, technical mind is housed in a very lovely female body and is equipped with a disarming sense of humor and a spirited personality, Great Spirit.~ It was because of Lt. Kauwe’s witty humor and delightful personality that had been the deciding factor to attend the costume party with her. Remembering that, Jon quickly pressed the sensor pad to her quarters. Before Jon had able to take a single brief cleansing breath, Lt. Kauwe’s merry voice said, “Come in.” As the door whooshed opened, Jon’s sensitive nostrils caught the delightful aroma of floral plants and exotic fruits. “What a delightful fragrance you’re wearing. Forgive me for saying this, but you’re the most aromatic officer I’ve ever met.” Jon chuckled, hoping to break the flabbergasted internal tension he was experiencing as he spoke. It was at this point his cyber-lenses finished their bright compensations, and Jon beheld the jaw-dropping sight of Lokalani. ~I didn’t know I was going to have a date with a fruit salad. The fact that she is dressed this way may mean that we are not going to talk a lot of tech, which is fine by me.~ Jon relaxed. “You look absolutely beautiful,” said Jon. “It looks like you have chosen a costume of some sort of historical holovid star yourself, but I am at a loss to know who. I am delighted to take both of you to the party.” He smiled in admiration. (Reply Lokalani Kauwe) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - ACMO-Ensign (jg) Sam Lopez- 2119.5* - Day 16) "Hi, I am Tom Jackson. You are?" Jackson asked. "i`m Doctor Sam lopez,sir"Sam said. "Welcome to the party Doctor, please call me Tom OK?" Jackson asked "OK, tom"Sam said. "Sam, the food and drink are over there" Tom pointed behind them. "The dance floor is there"he pointed t his right". "Have Fun" T.J. added. "Excuse me, more guests are arriving- I'm kind of the host. See you later Sam OK?" Tom added. "OK" Sam said as the lieutenant left him and another person came to him. "Hello there," She said with a smile as she got closer to the table, "Can I sit with you?" She asked, motioning to an empty chair. "you may"Sam said. "My name is Mitena Rixx. I'm an Ensign in Engineering. What department are you in?" She asked politely. "i am from the medical department.Doctor Sam lopez at your service."Sam said. (reply by Mitena Rixx,any) (posted by shawn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Tradewinds - ACEO - Ensign (jg) Mitena Rixx - Day 16 - 2120) "Thank you for the compliment on my head gear. I had considered ordering fruit salad to eat, but did not wish to be thought cannibalistic. By my hat that is," Lokalani replied, laughing. The thought obviously amused her and in so doing, amused Mitena as well. She laughed along with the fruity commentary. "I had seen you in Engineering recently too, but we've been so busy nursing those jury rigs that I hadn't much time to say anything. I am sorry I haven't been able to talk much, Ensign Rixx" the Lieutenant replied. "Oh there's been plenty to do in engineering, that's for certain. There's not a single conduit or relay that doesn't seem to have been reallocated or routed for secondary uses." Mitena smiled brightly, "But I'm enjoying every minute of it." (reply Lokalani, Nayati, iyw) "Not to be a flutterby, but I want to try to meet some more of my crewmates this evening. You two have an excellent dinner." Excusing herself, Mitena glanced around the room and headed toward a table with a lone person sitting at it. "Hello there," She said with a smile as she got closer to the table, "Can I sit with you?" She asked, motioning to an empty chair. (reply Sam Lopez) "My name is Mitena Rixx. I'm an Ensign in Engineering. What department are you in?" She asked politely. (reply Lokalani, Nayati(iyw), Lopez) (posted by Ruby) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - CONN- Lieutenant Dralar - Day 16- 2121*) Kitty shook her head, "My family is fine although I thank you for your concern." She sighed a deep sigh before she continued. "To be honest Dralar I have been staring into my glass and thinking about my future and what I want to do with it." She looked up at him. "You know, I have been a Head Nurse for a great many years now and to be honest there are very few options left open to me that do not seriously involve moving on again and perhaps changing tactics somewhat." "Is this a bad thing?" Dralar asked seriously. "I am way over qualified to be Head Nurse on a ship. I know it and SF Medical knows it too. What worries me is that they might just transfer me again to some base somewhere and make me a Ward Manager and that will be me stuck again." "And this is something that I take it is not only unwanted but unpleasant." Dralar commented as he thought. Kitty shook her head and sighed again. "To be honest the time I spent on the hospital ship McCoy was really interesting. I ended up filling in for the Ward Manager and I enjoyed it. I wouldn't mind doing it again as long as it was on a hospital ship. I just don't want to get stuck on a base somewhere. Of course I could go back to SF Medical and recertify as a doctor, I'm more than qualified and it would only take me a year or so to do it. But where would that get me. Some posting on another ship and back to covering the Gamma shift again as the most junior doctor. Better to go to the private sector I think and see what's available." Kitty regarded the ice cubes in her now empty glass and as a waiter passed she caught his eye and asked for a refill again. Turning back to Dralar she smiled at him in apology. "I'm sorry Sir, you caught me at a bad moment. How have you been? And your family, I trust they are all well?" "There is no bad moments for honesty Kitty Fisher. Do not think that what you have to say is unimportant just because the time may not be the most opportune. I may have a solution to your problem. I believe I know how I can help you to move into the medical ranks without requiring that you leave the ship and also without losing your sonority." (reply kitty) "I have the unique position of ambassador aboard this ship, as well as being an officer. The Federation needs our alliance, and that give me a great deal of sway." he explained. "I believe that I have read that all officers may take certification and proficiency exams under the guidance of a qualified examiner. This ship has such an examiner and the training and certification exams are holocourses." "What if I could convince certain individuals that you should be allowed to recertify using the Holodeck and under the supervision of a certified instructor? And say as well, that I then insisted that you be trained using Skorr medical databases and simulations to make you skilled enough to be considered a species specialist for Skorr physiology? As I am the only Skorr in the fleet, They would have no choice but to assign you to whatever vessel I am assigned to, and since I do not plan on leaving the Rosenante..." (reply Kitty) "I insist Kitty Fisher. You are my friend and ally and we Skorr are nothing if not loyal to our friends and allies. It would also help strengthen the bonds between the Federation and the Skorr Hierarchy. You would be aiding my efforts to show my people that a permanent alliance with the Federation is not one-sided." he added. (reply Kitty) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Trade Winds - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 16 - 2123) "There is no bad moments for honesty Kitty Fisher. Do not think that what you have to say is unimportant just because the time may not be the most opportune. I may have a solution to your problem. I believe I know how I can help you to move into the medical ranks without requiring that you leave the ship and also without losing your seniority." As the waiter brought her fresh drink back Kitty nodded offhandedly to him far more interested in what Dralar was saying than anything else. She smiled at him. "That would be a neat trick if you could manage it." "I have the unique position of ambassador aboard this ship, as well as being an officer. The Federation needs our alliance, and that give me a great deal of sway." he explained. "I believe that I have read that all officers may take certification and proficiency exams under the guidance of a qualified examiner. This ship has such an examiner and the training and certification exams are holocourses. What if I could convince certain individuals that you should be allowed to recertify using the Holodeck and under the supervision of a certified instructor? And say as well, that I then insisted that you be trained using Skorr medical databases and simulations to make you skilled enough to be considered a species specialist for Skorr physiology? As I am the only Skorr in the fleet, They would have no choice but to assign you to whatever vessel I am assigned to, and since I do not plan on leaving the Rosenante..." Kitty regarded him for a moment or two. Since Dralar tended not to stress his Ambassadorial status most everyone tended to forget about it and simply treat him as just another member of the crew. Something that Kitty was sure he did intentionally and Kitty had always admired him for doing so. She thought about it, since it was a tempting offer. Turning to him she shook her head. "I couldn't ask you to do that Your Highness. It just wouldn't seem fair." "I insist Kitty Fisher. You are my friend and ally and we Skorr are nothing if not loyal to our friends and allies. It would also help strengthen the bonds between the Federation and the Skorr Hierarchy. You would be aiding my efforts to show my people that a permanent alliance with the Federation is not one-sided." Kitty picked up her drink, mulling over what Dralar had offered. Finally she looked up at him. "I must admit it is a very interesting offer Sir. Not one I would have thought of but one that would certainly solve most of the problems that I thought were facing me and one that I am indeed interested in. Might I have a day or two to think it over please." (Reply Dralar) Kitty grinned at him and thanked him. Gazing up at him with a look in her eyes that Josh would have immediately recognised as Kitty out to have fun she smiled. "Tell me Sir. Does your species dance at all?" (Reply Dralar) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Tradewinds - ACEO - Ensign (jg) Mitena Rixx - Day 16 - 2124*) Once he had indicated that Mitena could join him, she sat down in the seat carefully. She wasn't entirely sure how well the material of her costume would like her sitting down since she'd only practice walking around in it. "I am from the medical department. Doctor Sam Lopez at your service" He said. His tone was friendly and Mitena could tell that he was a nice person. "I'm very pleased to meet you. Who are you portraying this fine evening?" She asked, genuinely curious. (reply Lopez) "That sounds pretty interesting." she said leaning forward on the table slightly as she listened, "I'm a mermaid. Or at least that's what I was trying for." (reply Lopez, iyw) "I've only been on the ship since it docked at the station. I haven't really gotten around to meeting many people yet. What about you?" Mitena thought perhaps he didn't know many people either since he had been sitting alone at the table. ~perhaps he was just waiting for someone.~ (reply Lopez) (posted by Ruby) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Trade Winds - CONN- Lieutenant Dralar - Day 16- 2125) Kitty picked up her drink, and seemed to be mulling over what Dralar had said. Finally she looked up at him. "I must admit it is a very interesting offer Sir. Not one I would have thought of but one that would certainly solve most of the problems that I thought were facing me and one that I am indeed interested in. Might I have a day or two to think it over please." "I will certainly allow you a few days to consider it. I would be disappointed if you did otherwise." Dralar responded. Kitty grinned at him and thanked him. Gazing up at him with a look in her eyes that Dralar was unaware of she smiled. "Tell me Sir. Does your species dance at all?" "I have been known to shake a tail feather or two in my day Kitty Fisher." Dralar replied with a cluck, completely aware of the human connotation associated with the phrase he had just used, which by chance was a rather literal truth for him. "I have even taken the time to learn archaic Terran dances. I am capable of performing the Allmande, the French corrente, the Volta, the Cotillion, the waltz, the scotch reel and the tango." "I would be honored if you would care to accompany me to the dance floor." he added, then stood, handed Sendam his lance and offered Kitty his hand. (reply Kitty) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - ACMO-Ensign (jg) Sam Lopez- 2126 - Day 16) "I'm very pleased to meet you. Who are you portraying this fine evening?" She asked, genuinely curious. "i am portraying a American president"Sam said. "That sounds pretty interesting." she said leaning forward on the table slightly as she listened, "I'm a mermaid. Or at least that's what I was trying for." "well you look the part."Sam said looking at her outfit."i have never seen you before, when did you come aboard."Sam asked. "I've only been on the ship since it docked at the station. I haven't really gotten around to meeting many people yet. What about you?" Mitena thought perhaps he didn't know many people either since he had been sitting alone at the table. ~perhaps he was just waiting for someone.~ "I have only been on ship since the last mission."Sam said thinking about how he came on ship."that makes me a new person like you"Sam said. (reply by Mitena Rixx) (posted by shawn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Tradewinds - ACEO - Ensign (jg) Mitena Rixx - Day 16 - 2127) "I have only been on ship since the last mission. That makes me a new person like you", Sam said. Mitena smiled broadly, "I'm glad I'm not the only person who is new." She glanced over her shoulder toward where the food was set up, "Do you want to go get something to eat? Or maybe dance? She paused and waited for her new found friend to answer. (reply Lopez) (posted by Ruby) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante - Trade Winds - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 16 - 2127.5*) "I have been known to shake a tail feather or two in my day Kitty Fisher." Dralar replied with a cluck, completely aware of the human connotation associated with the phrase he had just used, which by chance was a rather literal truth for him. "I have even taken the time to learn archaic Terran dances. I am capable of performing the Allmande, the French corrente, the Volta, the Cotillion, the waltz, the scotch reel and the tango." " I would be honored if you would care to accompany me to the dance floor." Kitty, standing and taking Dralar's outstretched hand, smiled as he handed his lance to Sendam. "I am afraid out of all of those I only know three of them. The reel obviously, although we would need a lot more people that just the two of us. The waltz of course, and I deliberately learnt the Volta since it was popular around the time of Queen Elizabeth. Although it was considered scandalous outside of the court." (Reply Dralar) As he lead her into the middle of the dance floor Kitty grinned at him again. "I must point out to you that if plan on dancing the Volta, it is customary that only the female partners feet leave the floor. However" and she regarded his wings with a smile on her face. "I'm game if you are." (Reply Dralar) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Tradewinds - ACMO-Ensign (jg) Sam Lopez-2128 - Day 16) Mitena smiled broadly, "I'm glad I'm not the only person who is new." She glanced over her shoulder toward where the food was set up, "Do you want to go get something to eat? Or maybe dance? "I would like to dance"Sam said standing up and taking his partner to the dance floor.~i hope i remember how to dance~ (reply by Mitena Rixx) (posted by shawn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - CONN- Lieutenant Dralar - Day 16- 2129) Kitty, standing and taking Dralar's outstretched hand, smiled as he handed his lance to Sendam. "I am afraid out of all of those I only know three of them. The reel obviously, although we would need a lot more people that just the two of us. The waltz of course, and I deliberately learnt the Volta since it was popular around the time of Queen Elizabeth. Although it was considered scandalous outside of the court." "Then perhaps, if your highness would amuse herself with a scandal we can perform the Volta, since it is the most readily available dance that requires no more than two participants. Besides it is a challenging dance to perform." As he lead her into the middle of the dance floor Kitty grinned at him again. "Computer play Selection 2208- the Volta." Dralar ordered. The music began and Dralar bowed to his dance partner. "I must point out to you that if plan on dancing the Volta, it is customary that only the female partners feet leave the floor. However" and she regarded his wings with a smile on her face. "I'm game if you are." Kitty added. Dralar looked up to the relatively short ceiling and replied quietly. "If there were more room perhaps, but if it's flight you'd like, Kitty fisher. I will arrange something at a later time." he regarded her for a moment, "You do not appear to be too heavy for such an adventure." As the music rose and the horns began to play, Dralar stepped forward and placed his hands on Kitty's hips. She in turn placed her hands upon his shoulders. As the music swelled to the beats, Dralar and Kitty began their circular movements. It was a six stage dance, with lifts on the third and sixth step. Moving in a clockwise motion they made a total of five steps, lifting their legs into slightly exaggerated steps as they moved. On the end of the fifth step, Dralar shifted his hand down to Kitty's abdomen as she launched herself into the air. As she did so, he lifted her and held her aloft, one hand on her abdomen and the other to stabilize her on her hip. Then she was down on the ground again and they were repeating the same five sideways steps to the second lift in the dance. There was a very short moment as the music changed to allow the participants a chance to catch their breath, before the dance started again. Dralar and kitty began the next stage of the dance as they had the first, five steps and then a lift only to start into the next five steps. Before the end of the second lift, Dralar was pleased to see that several members of the crew had paired up and had stepped out onto the dance floor. With the beginning of the third measure, they began to participate. Before long, there were several pairs of crew each lifting their female dates into the air on the third and sixth stage of the dance. The music continued for another three complete Voltas, before finally ending. Dralar released his hold on Kitty, stepped backwards a few steps and gracefully bowed to his dance partner. He allowed his wings to flutter a little as well. The other members of the crew, who had been dancing as well, also bowed to their partners and then they all left the floor in pairs. Dralar accompanied Kitty. "You have very strong legs." he commented, "You dance a fine Volta." (reply kitty) A few moments later, a member of the ship's crew wearing a basket of exotic fruits on her head went up to the stage. The music changed to something Latin and she began to sing. It was an interesting song and Dralar was uncertain of it's meaning. She moved down near Lieutenant Jackson and continued to sing to him. Dralar clucked as it seemed that Jackson was finding the situation amusing. He thought that perhaps the Operations Chief was having a fabulous time. Suddenly the song ended, but the music remained, then some sort of bizarre social phenomenon took place. The members of the crew began to line up and march around the room as if they were portraying some sort of centipedal creature, although they moved in time to the music. Was this some other archaic Terran dance that he had never heard of? It was amusing, although he very much doubted that a Skorr could participate. To be honest, the very existence of his wings would make it impossible. Still it was an interesting thing to observe. "What is this dance?" Dralar asked as they returned to their table and he reclaimed his lance from Sendam. (reply Kitty) Daniel Greene --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - Head Nurse - Ensign (jg) Kitty Fisher - Day 16 - 2131) "Then perhaps, if your highness would amuse herself with a scandal we can perform the Volta, since it is the most readily available dance that requires no more than two participants. Besides it is a challenging dance to perform." "Computer play Selection 2208- the Volta." As Dralar bowed to her Kitty made a somewhat wobbly curtsy. It was bad enough trying to do so in a dress but in armour, all be it lightweight, pretend armour, it was very nearly impossible without falling over. As the music for the Volta began to play Kitty made a comment about being game if he was and then followed his gaze upwards to the relatively low ceiling. "If there were more room perhaps, but if it's flight you'd like, Kitty Fisher. I will arrange something at a later time." he regarded her for a moment, "You do not appear to be too heavy for such an adventure." "You're right of course. I'd never live down ending up in my own Sickbay with concussion." she laughed. Dralar placed his hands on her hips and she in turn placed hers lightly on his shoulders and as the music started they began the circular first steps of the dance. Kitty was ready after the fifth beat and as Dralar shifted the position of his hand she leapt directly up into the air using her hands as leverage. As she landed they began the circular steps again moving around the dance floor with Kitty launching herself into the air on the beat. At the third launch Kitty was surprised, but pleased, to see other couples performing the dance. Another three Voltas and the music ended and Dralar bowed to her. Rather than attempt another curtsy Kitty bowed back to him and began to fan herself with her hand as they walked back to their table. "You know what?" she grinned. "We might have just started a new craze on the Rose." Dralar turned to her, "You have very strong legs. You dance a fine Volta." Kitty bowed again. "Thank you. To be honest I came across a reference to the dance when I was researching this character and it intrigued me. When I found out that there was an instruction program in the holographic database I just couldn't resist trying it. Believe me, I have the bruises to prove it." As they were talking a young woman who Kitty recognised as someone from engineering, but who's name escaped her for the moment began to sing. As the song ended the woman began a conga line and before long half of the room had joined in and were wending their way through the tables and all around the room. Dralar turned to her. "What is this dance?" Kitty smiled back at him. "It's a Latin dance called the Conga. Basically you hold on to the waist of the person in front of you and the person in the front leads the dance. Everyone else imitates that persons movements. "Do you know that in the 20th Century the Scot's came up with their own version of the Conga. Only it was performed sitting down on the floor in lines and you only moved your upper body and your arms. It was called the Dundee Boat Dance." Just then the end of the Conga whipped past them and the third officer, who was currently on the end of the line, called out for them to come join him. Before they could even think of doing so he was half way down the room and the moment was gone. (Reply Dralar iyw, but not needed) (Posted by Marilyn) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante- Trade Winds - CONN- Lieutenant Dralar - Day 16- 2132) Kitty smiled back at him. "It's a Latin dance called the Conga. Basically you hold on to the waist of the person in front of you and the person in the front leads the dance. Everyone else imitates that persons movements. "Do you know that in the 20th Century the Scot's came up with their own version of the Conga. Only it was performed sitting down on the floor in lines and you only moved your upper body and your arms. It was called the Dundee Boat Dance." Dralar cocked his head at that. "That seems like a very odd dance indeed." he replied Just then the end of the Conga whipped past them and the third officer, who was currently on the end of the line, called out for them to come join him. Before they could even think of doing so he was half way down the room and the moment was gone. Dralar watched as the line moved on, it was still very unsettling to watch. He turned back to Kitty. "I thank you for your company today Kitty Fisher. I am pleased to have caused a scandal with you tonight. I hope that you found it enjoyable as well." (reply Kitty iyw) "I am afraid that I must be retiring for the evening, as I have much business for my district to attend to tomorrow. It seems I must officiate a few social disputes, and consider a measure to create a few new laws that will allow off-worlders to stay in my district so that they can attend the academy preparation facility as well as provide them permissions to live on Skorria if they should be employed there by the academy." He bowed to her then, a deep respectful bow. "When I have more time and you are also available, I will take you to the Holodeck and I will show you the joys of flight, personally. But for now, I must bid you good night." (reply Kitty iyw) Dralar rose from his perch and Sendam collected it. He turned and left Trade Winds, with his body servant following close behind him. (reply Kitty iyw) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – 30/CCONS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati – 2222*) The masquerade party was becoming packed by the time he and Engineer Lokalani arrived at the Trade Winds. The large dinning area was filled with the happy sounds of multi-species conversations. The air was filled with the delicious mixture of both exotic and mundane foods and beverages. The most interesting aspect of the event was the great variety of costume worn by all the attendees. While humans, and off world cousins like him, tended to choose to wear costumes of various famous, historical or mythic figures, such was not always the case. There were a few humans dressed as Klingons, Orions and the like, and that didn’t include those human crew members who made up their own aliens, monsters and such. Most of the non-human attendees followed a similar pattern dressing in costumes of their own heroic, religious and historical archetypes. Some starfaring races tended to dress up in formal attire rather than garb up as other aliens, monsters or heroic characters. As he and his lovely, fruity companion Lokalani, moved through the crowd of partiers, Jon noted that there were only a few Vulcans and Klingons present. Jon attributed their absence to two different factors. Vulcans viewed the whole idea of boisterous parties being too loud and too stimulating. With Klingons, just the reverse was the norm; if there was no blood wine or fighting between the partiers, it was going to be boring. As Lokalani and Jon wended their through the Trade Winds, Jon found her to be a pleasant companion. Lokalani smiled and was circumspect to those who stopped and talked to them. By the time they finally found a table to sit at, Jon seated her, helped her remove her cape, and seated himself. A waiter came to their table. “Would you like to order?” Lokalani spoke right up. “I’d like to have French onion soup, a reuben sandwich on whole grain rye bread, and a Caesar garden salad with ranch dressing. I’d like an ice tea with plenty of ice and a small bowl of lime slices on the side.” ~That sounds like tasty Earth fare. She has a healthy appetite~ The waiter nodded as he entered her order on a special PADD. He then turned to the Counselor. “And you Sir?” Jon considered for a moment. “I’d like to have a ribeye steak, cooked medium rare, a roasted chicken breast garden salad with thousand island dressing, and iced jumja tea. I’d like to have a small dish of Denobulan barbecue sauce on the side as well please.” Jon turned to Lokalani and asked, “Would you like some sort of appetizer or dessert?” (Reply Lokalani Kauwe) “Id like to survey your dessert menu, while we wait for the rest of our food,” said Jon. The waiter nodded and reaching into his apron pocket, he pulled out a preprogrammed PADD. He handed it to the Counselor with a flourish. “I will return with your meals soon.” (Reply Lokalani Kauwe, Any) After scanning through the dessert menu quickly, Jon ordered a piece of German chocolate cake. He offered the PADD to Lokalani. (Reply Lokalani Kauwe, Any) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – COPS – NPC Engineer Lt. Lokalani Kauwe - 2233) Tom chuckled and said, "I remember now, Lokalani. Didn’t she do several films with an actor named Cesar Romero? Mostly comedies I think?" “From my research on her, she sang, danced, and acted in a number of films with stars from the time such as Vivian Blaine, Alice Faye, Micheal O’Shea, Don Ameche, and yes Cesar Romero,” said Lokalani. “She also made guest appearances in other films and had great comedic timing. She was known as the ‘Lady with the Tuity Fruity Hat’. She had started out as a hatmaker and then began singing in public as a store clerk when she was discovered.” Lokalani gave another toothy smile and laughed at her companion’s expressions. “Can you tell I am having a good time with this?” Her eyes sparkled and danced with joy and she laughed again. "I was wondering Jon, if you could draw as fast as your Eastwood character was reputed to be able to?" Tom asked. (Reply Jon Nayati) Tom grinned. Turning back to Lokalani, and grinning mischievously, Tom looked at her and asked, "Since you are portraying an entertainer, perhaps you'd consider singing one of her songs for us.” Though Tom was trying to look innocent enough, Lokalani knew better. “Sadly I myself do not know any of the songs that Carmen Miranda sang by rote. However, I would be happy to sing a song that she might have liked or even performed.” With a wicked laugh, Lokalani said, “But as you suggested it, Tom Jackson, you get to help.” Lokalani wiggled her eyebrows at Tom and smiled widely. (Reply Tom Jackson, if you dare!) Rising grandly from her chair, she told Jon, “Keep our food warm for me. I may need it afterward.” (Reply Jon Nayati, if you think you can!) She winked wickedly at Jon and went to the holographic projector controls in the Trade Winds. Soon the music changed to that of a holographic band complete with a handsome swarthy thinly-mustachioed director. The music changed to a Latin beat with guitars, conga drums, trumpets and maracas. Lokalani, in her guise as Carmen Miranda, stepped out on the floor in front of the band and facing the room, she lifted her arms and began to sway her hips in time to the rhythm and sing. Her voice was husky and throaty, well suited to the song. They band director stepped up to her and joined her, taking her hand, he matched her rhythm. In his free hand he held a pair of maracas and shook them in time as Cuban Pete. They call him Cuban Pete, He’s the king of the Rumba beat. When he plays the maracas he goes Chick chicky boom Chick chicky boom! Yes, sir, he’s Cuban Pete He’s the craze of his native street. When he starts to dance, everything goes Chick chicky boom Chick chicky boom! The senorita's they sing, And then they swing with their lumbaro. It's very nice, So full of spice! And when they dance and they bring a happy ring, They're a care-o, singing a song All the day long! So if you like the beat, Take a lesson from Cuban Pete. And he’ll teach you to Chick chicky boom Chick chicky boom Chick chicky boom! The music kept playing and going to Tom Jackson in the audience, Lokalani took his hand and drew him out to the floor with her. Her eyes sparkled wickedly at him. She put her hand in his and shimmied her hips at him. (Reply Tom Jackson, if you dare!) Lokalani began singing again, her body undulating to the rhythm. She used her free hand to fan her face for the next more immediate words, pretending Tom Jackson was now Cuban Pete. He’s a really modest guy, Although he’s the hottest guy, In Havana In Havana. Si Senor, I know that you would like to chicky boom chick. It's very nice! So full of spice! I place my hand on your hip and if you will just give me your hand, Then we shall try, Just you and I. AYE-AYE-AYE! So if you like the beat, Take a lesson from Cuban Pete, And he’ll teach you to Chick chicky boom Chick chicky boom Chick chicky boom! (Reply Tom Jackson) After that the music continued into a conga and Lokalani twirled. Facing away from Tom Jackson, she put his hand on her hip and began to do the simple steps of the Conga. (Reply Tom Jackson) As they danced around the floor, their Conga line began to grow. More and more of the crew joined in, costumes and all. It was probably the most colorful Conga line that Lokalani had ever participated in. It was certainly the best one she had ever found herself leading. Joy bubbled up though her again and she laughed breathlessly with excitement. (Reply Tom Jackson, Any, Anybody who wants to join the Conga line!) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati - 2226) Jon and the charming Lokalani were eating and chatting over their food when Lt. Jackson walked up to them. Looking at Lt. Jackson’s archaic gray uniform, Jon assumed he was someone out of the American Civil War. Jon’s assumption wasn’t the product of mind reading, but of casual conservations he had overheard from other attendees. "Hello to the both of you. I am Major Tom Jackson of the Confederate States of America Army and you two are?" Tom asked. Jon stood up and shook Lt. Jackson’s hand. “It is a real pleasure to meet you, Major Jackson,” Jon said jovially. “I must say the rank becomes you, Sir.” (Reply Tom Jackson, IYW) “I’m dressed as the Man-With-No-Name, a western bounty hunter and anti-hero made famous by the actor Clint Eastwood. I picked him out because his three Italian westerns were similar to the dangerous, untamed zeitgeist of early NCR II.” “I’ll let my charming dinner companion make her own introduction,” Jon nodded to Lokalani as he spoke. (Reply Lokalani Kauwe and Tom Jackson) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds - 30/CCOUNS Lt. (jg) Jon Nayati, NPC Engineer Lt. Lokalani Kauwe – 2228) ~Lokalani has a pleasant laugh,~ Jon thought, as he heard the two women talk about heir engineering duties. "I had seen you in Engineering recently too, but we've been so busy nursing those jury rigs that I hadn't much time to say anything. I am sorry I haven't been able to talk much, Ensign Rixx," replied Lokalani. "Oh there's been plenty to do in engineering, that's for certain. There's not a single conduit or relay that doesn't seem to have been reallocated or routed for secondary uses." The Bolian smiled brightly. "But I'm enjoying every minute of it.” Jon looked down at the table and winced slightly. ~This is about the level of Engineering technobabble I can understand. I hope it doesn’t become more involved than this, Great Spirit.~ Noticing the Counselor’s slight cringe, Lokalani nodded pleasantly to the talkative engineer, not knowing what was wrong with Jon. She hoped it wasn’t anything she had done that may have offended him. “I think you’ll find the Rosenante a great ship with one of the best crews in the Fleet,” said Lokalani loyally. “Did you want to join us for some dinner?” "Not to be a butterfly, but I want to try to meet some more of my crewmates this evening,” said Ensign Rixx. “You two have an excellent dinner." “No apology needed. I hope you enjoy the party as much as we do,” said Jon. He stood as the cheerful Engineer turned to go. Jon quietly let out the breath he had been holding with relief and sat back down. Lokalani turned to him. “I hope I didn’t do something wrong, did I? You were looking really uncomfortable.” “Believe me, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Jon said. “Do you know Mitena Rixx from somewhere?” asked Lokalani curiously. “She seems nice to my way of thinking.” “I don’t know Mitena Rixx from anywhere. This is the first time I have ever met her,” Jon explained. “My discomfort was from me, not from either of you. I blush to confess that I get a little intimidated by high level tech talk. I have trouble keeping up with it. I was concerned that your attention was going to be refocused from this evening to shop talk. I hope you will forgive me for thinking that.” Lokalani shook her head and smiled. “I hope you know that plenty of us in Engineering are pretty intimidated by you, Counselor. We are not sure what to make of you. We know that you come from a pretty rough homeworld, you are telepathic and you can tell when someone is not telling the truth just by looking at them.” She leaned forward conspiratorially. “Some of the crew even believe that you can see if someone is evil.” Just then the waiter came by with the food and began placing plates in front of them. After the waiter left, Jon said, “I can’t see evil. What I can see are emotions that might be associated with violent intent. I can see hatred, deceit, anger, and fear. I can also see love, kindness, affection, protectiveness, courage, and a whole host of other emotions. I don’t read minds unless it’s therapeutic and permission is given. But I don’t want to bore you with my shop talk.” “Wow, sometime I’d like to hear more. I think that sounds fascinating,” said Lokalani. “But you are right. We shouldn’t be professional tonight. We should relax and enjoy ourselves.” Picking up her fork, Lokalani dug into her salad. Jon smiled broadly. “I couldn’t agree more.” He dug into his steak, savoring the flavor. After taking the first bite and swallowing, he said, “After we eat, why don’t we talk a bit and if they are playing any music you would like to dance to, we could dance.” Lokalani agreed and tucked into her meal. (Reply Any) (Posted by Jim and Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – NPC Engineer Lokalani Kauwe - 2230) Listening to the two handsome men talking, Lokalani smiled charmingly at them, her eyes dancing. Jon explained his costume. “I’m dressed as the Man-With-No-Name, a western bounty hunter and anti-hero made famous by the actor Clint Eastwood. I picked him out because his three Italian westerns were similar to the dangerous, untamed zeitgeist of early NCR II.” “I’ll let my charming dinner companion make her own introduction,” Jon nodded to Lokalani as he spoke. Lokalani nodded and stood. Striking a pose she said, “I am dressed as Carmen Miranda, a Brazilian film star during the early 1900s, old Earth years. She was a wonderful entertainer and sang and danced as well. She dressed in some pretty flashy outfits. I liked her hats especially well.” Lokalani gave the Confederate soldier and Jon a wide toothy smile and then laughed. (Reply Tom Jackson, Jon Nayati) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – COPS - Lt Tom Jackson- 2231) Tom was glad his friend Jon had come. Tom recognized the outfit as old earth western but was not familiar with the character. Jackson asked who Jon was portraying and he replied “I’m dressed as the Man-With-No-Name, a western bounty hunter and anti-hero made famous by the actor Clint Eastwood. I picked him out because his three Italian westerns were similar to the dangerous, untamed zeitgeist of early NCR II.” When Jon mentioned Clint Eastwood Tom remembered the actor from the Dirty Harry series of police movies. Jon went on to explain “I’ll let my charming dinner companion make her own introduction,” Tom and Jon turned to face Lokalani an she began her introduction. Her outfit seemed familiar in a vague way to Tom. “I am dressed as Carmen Miranda, a Brazilian film star during the early 1900s, old Earth years. She was a wonderful entertainer and sang and danced as well. She dressed in some pretty flashy outfits. I liked her hats especially well." Lokalani explained. Tom chuckled and added "I remember now Lokalani - didn;t she do several films with an actor named Ceasor Romero? Mostly comedies I think?" Tom said. (reply: Lolalni IYW) "I was wondering Jon if you could draw as fast as your Eastwood character was reputed to be able to?"Tom asked. (reply: Jon) Tom grinned - he truly liked Jon and was glad he was indulging in some fun. Tom wondered often how counselors relaxed. He thought he would go nuts if he were a counselor - being a tad short on patience at times himself, Sporting a somewhat evil grin, Tom looked at Lokalani and asked "Since you are portraying an entertainer, perhaps you'd consider singing one of her songs fro us" Tom asked innocently. (reply: Lokalani). (Posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds – COPS – LT Tom Jackson - 2234) The party had taken the turn Jackson had desired - people were having fun and getting into the swing of things. Looking around, Tom chuckled and said, "I remember now, Lokalani. Didn’t she do several films with an actor named Cesar Romero? Mostly comedies I think?" “From my research on her, she sang, danced, and acted in a number of films with stars from the time such as Vivian Blaine, Alice Faye, Micheal O’Shea, Don Ameche, and yes Cesar Romero,” said Lokalani. “She also made guest appearances in other films and had great comedic timing. She was known as the ‘Lady with the Tuity Fruity Hat’. She had started out as a hat maker and then began singing in public as a store clerk when she was discovered.” Lokalani gave another toothy smile and laughed at her companion’s expressions. “Can you tell I am having a good time with this?” Her eyes sparkled and danced with joy and she laughed again. "I was wondering Jon, if you could draw as fast as your Eastwood character was reputed to be able to?" Tom asked. "Maybe I can try your hand later? Tom asked. (Reply Jon Nayati) Tom grinned. Turning back to Lokalani, and grinning mischievously, Tom looked at her and asked, "Since you are portraying an entertainer, perhaps you'd consider singing one of her songs for us.” Though Tom was trying to look innocent enough, Lokalani knew better. “Sadly I myself do not know any of the songs that Carmen Miranda sang by rote. However, I would be happy to sing a song that she might have liked or even performed.” With a wicked laugh, Lokalani said, “But as you suggested it, Tom Jackson, you get to help.” Lokalani wiggled her eyebrows at Tom and smiled widely. Tom Jackson sttod and bowed and said "But of course" and joined her out on the dance floor. The Latin beat was familiar from his viewing of old earth movies from that period and the steps seemed simple enough. Lokalani was singing the song like Tom was Cuban Pete. The normally reserved Lieutenant blushed red but had to admit to himself he had started it and deserved what he got. Tom's hand were placed on Lokalani's hips and they began a conga line. Tom hoped Captain Salid and Cmdr Caskie would join them. Ahmed Salid and Jennifer Caskie especially, need to unwind and relax. The site of the Captain and First Office in a a Conga line caused Tom to smile and he was getting into the dancing. Part of Tom wished he had a special someone on board - he always followed a strict 'no dating subordinates' philosophy. And since he was still the 'hew kid' on the ROse he had not met many of the others except in the line of duty. AS the line swayed and moved about the area - Tom saw someone that looked familiar enter. rthe lounge Jackson wandered who it was and made a mental note to go and visit the newcomer. (reply: Jon, Lokalani). (Posted by: Bill West) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds - 30/CCOUNS Lt. Jon Nayati – 2235) Jon Nayati, Tom Jackson and Lokalani Kauwe were playing a lively game of conversational tennis. At the moment, Tom and Lokalani were talking about the cinematic career of Carman Miranda. Being more of a fan of heroic movies, the shoot ’em up movies across human history, Jon wasn’t very familiar with early 20th century musical comedy. But from the biographical data he heard from his charming, vivacious and extroverted date, Lokalani was. Maybe she had just done her personas’ career research exceedingly well. Lokalani’s aura indicated what she was saying was truthful. So Jon had no reason to doubt her. Lokalani was smiling, laughing and being charmingly pretty when Jackson good naturedly hit the conversational ball back to him. "I was wondering Jon, if you could draw as fast as your Eastwood character was reputed to be able to?" Tom asked. Jon could see humor, friendliness and a bit of innocent curiosity in Lt. Jackson’s aura. Jon wanted to answer him in a dramatic but non-threatening way. So he took a slow casual drink before he spoke. “I am sorry to tell you Lt. Jackson, it really wouldn’t be a fair contest.” Jon kept the tone of voice light and jovial as he slid back the gray folds of his leather trail riding coat, revealing the holstered Colt .45 tied down on his right leg. (Reply, Lt. Jackson and Lokalani, IYW) As he casually arranged the fold of his jacket to have easy access to the 45, Jon said, “Don’t worry, the Colt .45 is just part of the costume. It’s not loaded, the safety lock is on and the firing pin has been removed. “But Clint Eastwood was a fine Old Earth actor,” said Jon. “I’m a surviving son of NCR II. We are either the quick or the dead.” As he spoke those last words, Jon’s slack right hand flashed down to his holstered pistol. In an inhuman blur of eye dazzling NCRIl speed, the authentic but harmless .45 cleared its brown buck skin holster before the sound of drawing it could be heard. A two second blur later, Jon presented the rattle snake emblazoned handle of the gun to Lt. Jackson, handle first. ”For your inspection and approval, Tom Jackson, and Lokalani.” (Reply, Tom Jackson, Lokalani Kauwe, Any, IYW) “Please, Tom and Lokalani, forgive me for being a bit of a show off, but I seldom get a chance to display my homeworld prowess outside a combat holodeck. Like the Klingons, we Necrons delight in the periodic displays of both our physical prowess and humble spirit gifts. Please,” Jon said apologetically, “don’t let any thoughtlessness on my part ruin your good evening.” Jon then shoved the Colt .45 into his right coat pocket. A moment later, he withdrew an empty right hand. “This long riding coat was this particular bounty hunter’s trick,” Jon continued. “The partially open coat concealed the colt pistol inside, next to his body. The right pocket is deep and doesn’t have a closed bottom lining. These two hidden features gave its crafty wearer instant access to the concealed pistol attached to his gunbelt. As the various outlaws waited for Eastwood’s character to pull back his coat, the cunning bounty hunter had already drawn the weapon from inside his coat pocket. Clearing both the open coat and holster at once, Eastwood’s Man With No Name made his kills before those criminals he hunted ever cleared a shot. It wasn’t fair, I know, but it was smart, deadly and ruthless. In Earth’s Old West those were three qualities a lone bounty hunter needed to survive. As a consummate actor Clint Eastwood made them popular again in the mid 20th Century. On NCR II, these qualities still are needed to survive outside.” (Reply, Lt. Jackson, Lt. Lokalani, Any, IYW) (Posted by Jim McCrary) --------------------------------------------------------------------- (USS Rosenante – Trade Winds - 30/CCOUNS Lt. Jon Nayati – 2237) Rising grandly from her chair, she told Jon, “Keep our food warm for me. I may need it afterward.” Jon smiled and winked back. “I will set my phaser to the low heat setting.” When Lokalani sang, Jon didn’t understand the refrain very well, though he enjoyed the rhythm and her sensual gyrations. He particularly enjoyed seeing her flash of leg through the slit in her skirt. Jon felt a momentary pang of possessive jealousy when she drew Tom Jackson out onto the dance floor with her. But he let those feelings pass because this was a party and their first date; it was all innocent good fun. As the Conga line formed up, Jon decided to go with the music and fell in behind another crewmember. As the line passed nearby Kitty Fisher and Dralar, Jon called out, “Hey, join in!” (Reply Kitty Fisher, Dralar, Any) (Posted by Jim) --------------------------------------------------------------------- End Compile ---------------------------------------------------------------------