Compile summary Your adoring CO ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Dr. Tromashere's quarters - CEO 3/O Lt. Mason Garrett - 1700) (USS Mystique - Dr. Tromashere's quarters - ACMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere- 1710) (USS Mystique - Dr. Tromashere's quarters - CEO 3/O Lt. Mason Garrett - 1712) (USS Mystique - Dr. Tromashere's quarters -ACMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 1713 (USS Mystique - Science Department - Ensign Cynthia Darson - 1800) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - 2O Lt.(sg) CTAC Jason Dema - 1953) (Starbase Geneva - ACMO Lt (jg) Vren Marto - 1954) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick - 1956) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - 2O Lt.(sg) CTAC Jason Dema - 1957) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - ATAC Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 1959) (USS Mystique - Captain's Ready Room - Captain Saleke - 2000) (USS Mystique - Personal Quarters - ACMO Lt (jg) Vren Marto - 2003) (USS Mystique - Captain's Ready Room - ACMO Lt (jg) Vren Marto - 2005) (USS Mystique - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Saleke - 2006) (USS Mystique - Personal Quarters - CMO Lt (jg) Vren Marto - 2013) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge – Klingon Captain Torgoth and four assorted drunk Klingons- 2016) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - CO, Captain Saleke - 2023) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - ATAC Ensign (Jg) Ammon Ranae -2024) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick - 2025) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - CO, Captain Saleke - 2026) (Starbase Geneva - Promenade - TC Ensign (jg) Shurik Rosanov - 2040) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Dr. Tromashere's quarters - CEO 3/O Lt. Mason Garrett - 1700) With some wariness, Mason approached Dr. Tromashere's door and pressed the button that sounded the door chime. His duties had kept him quite busy over the past several days, since leaving the class-M world. He'd had little time for socializing and hadn't answered any of his personal messages, some of which had come from Angeni. He wasn't sure what kind of reception he would get now. The door slid open and he entered to see the doctor, who was obviously in less than cheerful spirits. (Reply: Angeni) Mason crossed the room to sit beside her and reached out to take her hand, the look in her eye didn't make him feel comfortable. "How are you feeling." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Dr. Tromashere's quarters - ACMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere- 1710) Angeni was staring into space, not really sure what to think, or feel, or do. She felt depressed and anxious, but she just wanted some sort of solution to her problems. When she heard the door chime, she just let it go, but as the door slid open, she saw Mason standing there. Her heart lept a bit, her spirits brightening for a moment before she just gestured for him to come closer. Mason crossed the room to sit beside her and reached out to take her hand, the look in her eye didn't make him feel comfortable. "How are you feeling." "I wish I could tell you..." She looked at him, and then she suddenly fell into his arms, weeping uncontrollably, all of the emotions and fears and anxieties from twenty-eight years of absolute treachery came out of her. She hated herself for what she had become...everything that she had hoped for, wanted, and dreamed of had gone down the tubes just because she was scared of not being perfect. The lesson learned though...she wasn't even close to being kind of perfect. By her shunning everyone and everything, and not being willing to accept the fact that she herself wasn't the best at EVERYTHING...she overlooked the fact that there were some things that she happened to be good at...some things that most weren't...but it was the fact that she wanted to be better than EVERYONE at everything was her biggest fault. "I'm so sorry..." She heard herself say it, "I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry for not letting you in...I'm so sorry for being dissapoining and vapid, and not all there. I just wanted to be perfect...nothing in my life up until this point had gone right, and when I had the opportunity to excell, I didn't...and I let everyone and everything go by the way side. I lost my career...I lost my position...and I'm in the position to lose the one thing that I love most of all." She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to hold him to her, and she started babbling and blubering... "Please...give me another chance...let me try to make things right!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Dr. Tromashere's quarters - CEO 3/O Lt. Mason Garrett - 1712) Mason watched the weeping Angeni Trommashere with more than a little sympathy as he listened to her heart-wrenching apologies. "I'm so sorry for being dissapoining and vapid, and not all there. I just wanted to be perfect...nothing in my life up until this point had gone right, and when I had the opportunity to excell, I didn't...and I let everyone and everything go by the way side. I lost my career...I lost my position...and I'm in the position to lose the one thing that I love most of all." She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to hold him to her, and she started babbling and blubbering... "Please...give me another chance...let me try to make things right!" "I don't see that anything is particularly 'WRONG' with our relationship," Mason said with an analytical tone. "But I do see the symptoms of extreme emotional distress in your demeanor." (REply: Angeni) "I'm here as a friend, Ang," Mason told her. "I'm not a counselor but would like to help if I can." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Dr. Tromashere's quarters -ACMO Angeni O. Windsong-Trommashere - 1713 "I don't see that anything is particularly 'WRONG' with our relationship," Mason said with an analytical tone. "But I do see the symptoms of extreme emotional distress in your demeanor." She sniffled and laid her head on his thigh, grasping his hand tightly. She looked up at him, tears staining her cheeks. "It's been a rough day..." "I'm here as a friend, Ang," Mason told her. "I'm not a counselor but would like to help if I can." "A friend?" She snorted lightly, "Oh love...I just...I realized that I had been too emotionally closed to the people who really cared for me. I was afraid to let people in because I could only focus on my weaknesses instead of my strenghts, and I was afraid of people not liking me because of them...it took me losing my post as CMO for me to realize it...and that's a scary thing...and I guess the idea just became too overwhelming for me...I thought that somehow, I'd lose you as well before I realized that it was perfectly okay for you to know that deep down inside...I'm not as perfect as I try to come off to be." She laughed a bit and she stood up, kicking off her shoes, "I can't whistle to save my life...I tried to learn but it never happened...if it weren't for replicators, I wouldn't be able to feed myself because outside of knowing how to cook corn bread...I would burn it...I'm even known for burning water..." She took off her uniform top, replacing it with a billowy 20th century peasents' top, "I'm afraid of the dark...I scream like a two year old if I see any sort of crawling or flying insect...I tug on my earlobes when I'm around the opposite sex due to a nervous habit...and well...I'm just an all around mess..." She looked at him, and for the first time in a while, she actually looked happy and content. No longer did she have the demeanour of a scared little girl, but she actually had some sort of confidence peaking out from behind the shadows. "Can I get you something to drink? I can have the replicator whip you up something to eat..." She paused for a moment, then she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her, and she planted one helluva kiss on his lips, and as she let him go, she murrmured softly against his lips. "I could get used to this confidence thing..." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Science Department - Ensign Cynthia Darson - 1800) "We have something interesting in the probe data," Ensign Rooker reported as Cindy approached his station even before she had a chance to ask. "There is indication of system-wide disturbance just prior to the anomolous shift of the planet's magnetosphere." "System-wide?" she said. Her piqued scientific curiosity made her forget momentarily how much this particular science officer creeped her out. Rooker had been on the Myste only a few weeks and, though a competent enough officer, had certain peculiarities that made the young woman prefer to not be around him. "What kind of disturbance?" "That's another mystery," he said. "A great deal of data was corrupted, just prior to and following the shift. Very little detail can be made out at this time but their was a significant change in the planet's magnetic field." Cindy leaned across his desk to get a better view of his screen, placing her hands on the desktop for support and craning her lithe form in a slightly uncomfortable posture. "How much data was corrupted?" "The corruption was intermitant but it affected about 28 days worth of information." She shook her head. "Will the filters be able to redefine the missing data." "To some extent. The computer estimates the output will be only about 75 percent reliable." He looked at Cindy with a smile that seemed artificial. She straigtened to her full height. "We'll use whatever we can get," she said, not liking the way he was sizing her up. As a rule, a man looking at her didn't bother her. But if he could have the courtesy to ask her to join him for a dinner or drinks or something. She'd turn him down flat, but at least it would put a rest to his one-sided infatuation. "Why don't you get our new officer, Ensign Naraht to help you." "The Horta," Rooker said with an abrasive snort. "That thing gives new meaning to rocks in the head." "There's another reason for me not to like you," she said plainly. "Have you ever met him," she said, not sure if gender pronouns were different to the silicone-based species. At least some of them laid eggs which tended to suggest a feminine aspect of some kind. Rooker, looking once again from the information screen to woman glaring hard at him, apparently didn't miss the chilling tone in her voice. "No," he admitted. Sorry if I offended Ensign Darson. The joke was in bad taste. Let me make it up to you. Let's go to Ten-Forward for a friendly drink." The apology seemed almost sincere but Cindy was not entirely convinced. Either way, she didn't want to proceed to tear the creep down further. She had a wonderful evening planned with someone special and this ass was not going to bring her mood down. "Thank you but no. I'm meeting with someone else on Geneva. Run the data through the filter programs please," she told him, "and I'll check it myself." "Be glad to help you." "No thank you," she answered, turning to walk away and strolled toward the entrance to her own work station. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - 2O Lt.(sg) CTAC Jason Dema - 1953) Jason was enjoying some nice offtime on the starbases lounge. As the first time, he still was amazed by all the different species gathering here. Though Jason was off-duty, he still kept a mindfull eye on his surroundings. His attention was easily drawn by a group of Klingons, it seemed Travis knew them since he was engaging a conversation with them. Jason turned to face the group as their behaviour was becoming rather disturbing to the surroundings. Jason sat down at the nearest table to him, and kept a low profile while keeping an eye on the situation. "If any of you want a demonstration that can be arranged, IF not I recommend you all go your way." Jason rubbed his forehead. ~No way a starfleet officer should act, I hope you know what you're doing Travis.~ When Jason looked back up, he saw a few Klingons approaching Travis, obviously wanting to accept the challenge. Jason reached for his type I phaser, and kept it ready in case he would need it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - ACMO Lt (jg) Vren Marto - 1954) Once she had seen her patient settled Marto had wandered around the station for a while and finally settled down to do some serious shopping for the wedding. She had only intended to get a few small presents for various people but somehow it had got slightly out of hand and now she seemed to have far more packages than she had hands and, as per usual, her feet had begun to hurt and she wanted nothing more now than to sit down and relax for a while. As she was passing the lounge a burst of noise caught her attention and she stuck her head round the opening to see what was going on. The first thing that caught her attention was Travis and she was just about to join him when she realised that he was surrounded by a group of Klingons. Obviously his family had arrived and she smiled to herself and stepped back out of the lounge before she was noticed and continued walking back towards the docking bay. Tonight she would let him spend some time with his family alone, he deserved that, there would be more than enough time to meet them tomorrow. It had been a nice touch of Captain Saleke's to make sure both Travis' and her family had been transported here and she made a mental note to thank him the first chance she got. She looked forward to seeing her siblings again. The Prophets knew it had been a long time since they had all been together and she now had a niece and a nephew that she had not yet seen to meet. That reminded her, she, as the head of her family, had two earrings that she still had to make for them. No, scratch that, she had three, since she had been so busy that she still had to make on for Travis. Doing that would keep her more than busy until he returned. With that thought occupying her mind she set off back to the ship. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick - 1956) Travis stood toe to toe with the group of Klingons ready for anything that might happen. All of a sudan Travis herd one of the klingons in the group but he could not tell who it was. then Travis sow one of the Klingons make his way to the front and Travis know right away who it was. "So you still have Klingon blood flowing threw your vance. it is nice to see that the Federation has not made you soft." The Klingon sead with a roaring laugh. "Klag see you sense of humor still needs so work my old friend." Travis sead as he gave his old Klingon Academy friend a hardy hand shack. Travis relaxed a bit as the group of Klingons started to disperse and went about there business. "Bartender Blood wine for me and my friend here." Klag shouted as he slammed his empty mug on the counter. Travis looked around the bar as Klag was getting there drinks and sow Jason siting by himself. "Jason would you care to join us." Travis sead as he moved over to a booth. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - 2O Lt.(sg) CTAC Jason Dema - 1957) Jason kept observing the bunch of Klingons, as Travis was getting surrounded. Eventually, it ended in Travis' acceptance by the Klingon. He put his handphaser away, and sat straight up. No moment later, Travis noticed him. "Jason would you care to join us." "No thanks Travis, I'm waiting for someone." That was actually a lie as he wasn't feeling like joining a group of testosteron filled Klingon. Instead, he did hope for someone to come in and join him, to prove his statement. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - ATAC Ens(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 1959) ~This looks like an interesting place to be,~ Ranae thought as she stepped inside the large bar and spotted the rowdy Klingons straight away. She chuckled. ~A lively bunch those Klingons, they have such a zest for life. I suppose that comes from inviting death at every opportunity,~ She chuckled to herself, ~with honor of course.~ Ranae watched a young human man detach himself from the group of large Klingons and walk over to...Her eyes followed him as she proceeded towards the bar where the Klingons congregated. ~Oh Prophets! It's Lt. Dema.~ She overheard their conversation as she got closer. One thing Ensign Ammon Ranae had, was above average hearing. It could be both a bane and a blessing. "Jason would you care to join us." "No thanks Travis, I'm waiting for someone." Instinctively Ranae knew her boss wasn't being truthful. ~Well girl, this could be a chance to get to know him a little better, why not be the good Samaritan and rescue the poor beggar?~ Ranae had studied some of the bible stories out of a curiosity about other religions. Instead of continuing on to the bar to elbow her way through the Klingons, she walked over to where Dema sat and pulled out a chair. "Well here I am, sorry I'm late, I overslept." She told him, her eyes moving towards Travis. "Hi,I'm Ranae, Ensign Ammon Ranae, how do you do?" She thrust out her right hand in the terran form of greeting. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Captain's Ready Room - Captain Saleke - 2000) The right-hand PADD stack had now disappeared and the desk cleared of PADDs, Saleke was caught up on the "paperwork" part of the job, it occured to him to consider intellectually why they continued to use the term as it had become an oxymoron, very little in the way of data storage was now done on paper as it was far easier, quicker and more resource friendly to use electronic medium. He remained in the Ready Room wondering when Marto might return to the ship. [Dr. Vren has returned to the ship Captain sir.] The tone that came from the computer was not light and whimsical nor was it neutral as the computers normal "voice", animosity was apparent in Pattias tone though she appeared to have cooled somewhat as the day wore on. He gave a nod of satisfaction and pressed the com button. "Dr. Vren I am aware that it is late however I would like for you to make an appearance in the Ready Room." (Reply: Marto) "Thank you Doctor I shall see you shortly then." He tapped the com button to disengage it then waited for her arrival. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Personal Quarters - ACMO Lt (jg) Vren Marto - 2003) Glad to be back on the ship Marto simply dumped all her parcels on the nearest chair and kicking off her boots went to change out of her uniform and into something more comfortable. Picking out a long light blue Bajoran dress she slipped it over her head and then topped it with it's contrasting, shorter, midnight blue over tunic a pair of soft slipper in the same midnight blue finished the outfit off and running her hands through her curls Marto considered whether to head to 10 Forward for something to eat or to start work on the earrings she had to make. A signal from The Captain soon put a halt to the debate going on in her head. =/\= Dr. Vren I am aware that it is late however I would like for you to make an appearance in the Ready Room.=/\= One eyebrow rose as Marto heard that. ~What on earth can he want at this time of night? Oh well, maybe it's something to do with the wedding.~ Crossing to her desk she hit the comm in reply. "Vren here. I can be with you in a few minutes Sir." The reply came back immediately. =/\= Thank you Doctor I shall see you shortly then.=/\= ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Captain's Ready Room - ACMO Lt (jg) Vren Marto - 2005) Marto's eyebrow rose once again as she saw the Marine Private standing outside the door but she simply nodded her head. "I'm Dr Vren. I believe the Captain is expecting me." Taking his minimal nod as a gesture to proceed Marto pressed the chime and entered the room. "You wish to see me Sir." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Captain's Ready Room - CO, Captain Saleke - 2006) Saleke took note of the ACMO's civilian garb as she entered the room. "You wish to see me Sir." "My apologies for interrupting your off period as well as leave time doctor," Saleke said as he called attention to the chair before his desk with a movement of his head, "Please have a seat." (Reply: Marto) "I have been busy with ships business since docking but plan on making all of the necessary arrangements in the morning to formalize the requisite festivities with the Klingon detatchment. I foresee no difficulties having them completed before the 19th so that Travis will be free to consumate his wedding vows on the 20th." Saleke was never one for small talk but Riven had been drilling into him incessantly the need to be more "accessible" to the rest of the crew therefore he was cultivating the art. "I called you up to discuss another item of business, having finished with that I will be through for the day." (Reply: Marto) Saleke folded his hands together on the desktop as she spoke then got right to the heart of the matter when she was finished. "I have demoted Dr. Trommashere to ACMO, this step was taken because of certain deficiencies in her psychological profile which make her unsuitable for the post and should have been taken into consideration by Command before assigning her to run the medical department on the ship. This was not punishment because of her past behaviors notably the conflict between the two of you and will not be rescinded nor reconsidered for the near term. At this time then I have a vacant post which needs to be filled, namely Chief Medical Officer." Interlacing his fingers he continued. "Upon review of your record I have come to the logical conclusion that you are the best choice for the position and am offering it to you, are you interested?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.17 (USS Mystique - Personal Quarters - CMO Lt (jg) Vren Marto - 2013) Finally back in her quarters again and sitting down with her feet up on a stool and another cup of Lapsang Suchong in her hand Marto considered whether she should go back to the station and join in the fun. But if she was being truthful she really didn't want to. She knew from experience that Klingons and bars didn't mix well. A thought ran through her mind and she smiled at it. ~Be honest Marto, Klingons and most things don't mix well. Bars just don't help.~ That made her mind up She had more than enough work here to keep her on the Mystique. Sipping her tea again she thought about what she needed to do first. Certainly she could go down to Sickbay and see how everything was doing, but since most everyone was on the station she knew that it would be quiet and that if she was needed Sickbay would contact her. Another thought crossed her mind and she smiled. ~Leave it to the morning, that way the normal scuttlebutt on the ship would have informed everyone anyway. That way you don't need to actually stand up and inform them before they start throwing bricks at you. You can just walk in and have then start right away.~ Marto sighed knowing that it wouldn't be easy. No matter what she did it would be held up to the light and picked over and discussed. She had a good idea what she faced in Sickbay in the morning. Nothing said to her face of course, but lets face it people hated change. They never took to it well whenever it hit them. It was something Marto accepted but had never understood. Change had been such a big part of her life that it came as natural to her as changing her clothes. It had taken her a while to learn that some people did have constants in their life, had an anchor that they thought was inviolate and would never change. Marto still hadn't made up her mind whether to applaud those people or pity them since she knew how easy it was for that anchor to simply disappear. All it took was one small moment in time and everything you ever new simply dissolved in front of you never ever to return again. ~Suddenly once again she was back in Rakantha. A fourteen year old who was trying to cook supper because her mother was ill again. All she could make was a small pot of Hasparat to share amongst everyone. She had only just started to ladle it out into bowls when the curtain was whipped back and a squad of Cardassians marched in. Everyone knew why they were here. Her mother had been ill for a week and couldn't work. That was simply not tolerated and Marto watched as the front two Cardassians trained their phasers on the bed where her mother lay. Frozen to the spot Marto simply stood watching as her mother disappeared in a green flash. Her father reacted quicker than she could and launched himself towards the Cardassians. With another green flash he too disappeared. That finally galvanised Marto and she flung the pot of Hasparat at them. It didn't even reach them and the Cardassians just stood there laughing at her before they marched out the door again. That was when Marto decided that they would never ever laugh at her again.~ She shivered as she came back to herself and watched the quarters appear around her once more. ~Why on earth had that memory surfaced?~ and finally thinking it over laughed at herself. ~You know why Marto, tomorrow you are going to have to face your brother and sisters again and tomorrow you are finally going to have to explain to them why you left them in that Prophet forsaken dump to rot for four years before they were liberated.~ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge – Klingon Captain Torgoth and four assorted drunk Klingons- 2016) Torgoth sat in the bar with his men. He ws getting through his eighth or ninth bloodwine, he couldn’t remember anymore as it was all starting to get a bit fuzzy when he received a call from the KinQ’Ta. =/\= Commander. We have received a coded message from high command. It is restricted to your eyes only.=/\= “Torgth, Trgoth, Torgoth here. I’ll b’ on my way (sorry the Klingon translator doesn’t like drunk Klingonese). The Klingon Captain rose to his somewhat shaky feet and staggered toward the door and after searching for a moment headed of in the general direction of the docking port where his ship was moored. His remaining crewmen noticing that their captain was not only a little under the weather but was also leaving for a while relaxed and started enjoying themselves a bit more. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - CO, Captain Saleke - 2023) Saleke noted Kane moving between him and the woman, placing him in a position to attack should his assistance be necessary, Private Curtis obviously was being careful with his person, as long as he made no move to attack first Saleke was confident he would be successful. "You talk well for a Vulcan." The Klingon said grudgingly, the gleeful light still shining in his eyes. He did a double-take and peered closely at the collar of the Vulcan's uniform. "And for a Federation Starship Captain." His look changed to one of respect. "You must be the one HoD's son has chosen to stand with him." He grunted. "A good choice." The first Klingon turned to the second. "We must take this one to the table where Travis Keswick awaits him." The second Klingon nodded blearily. He then turned back to Saleke. "Perhaps one day we will fight. I know I will enjoy it!" "Perhaps." The Vulcan said and stood up from the table. "No time for you now little morsel." The Klingon turned and growled to Ranae showing a mouthful of teeth again. "Perhaps later." (Reply: Ranae) He gave a belly laugh and turned away from the table. "That one has spirit!" He said to Saleke as he stepped ahead. Saleke turned to Ranae and arched an eyebrow. " Perhaps we can talk later Ensign, I have business to attend to at the moment however I will be watching." He then looked meaningfully at the Klingon. (Reply: Ranae) "Come Mr. Kane," He said and followed the Klingons, he noted that the table they were being led to was watched carefully by two sober and burly Klingons and coming into sight were not only Travis but also Lt. Garrett. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - ATAC Ensign (Jg) Ammon Ranae -2024) Having moved so she could see and hear what was going on, Ranae could see that Saleke had the volatile situation well in hand. "You talk well for a Vulcan." The Klingon said grudgingly, the gleeful light still shining in his eyes. He did a double-take and peered closely at the collar of the Vulcan's uniform. "And for a Federation Starship Captain." His look changed to one of respect. "You must be the one HoD's son has chosen to stand with him." He grunted. "A good choice." The first Klingon turned to the second. "We must take this one to the table where Travis Keswick awaits him." The second Klingon nodded in agreement. He then turned back to Saleke. "Perhaps one day we will fight. I know I will enjoy it!" "Perhaps." The Vulcan said and stood up from the table. "No time for you now little morsel." The Klingon turned and growled to Ranae showing a mouthful of teeth again. "Perhaps later." "Not in *your* lifetime, but any time you'd care to face me in unarmed combat just let me know!" Ranae snarled at him. He gave a belly laugh and turned away from the table. "That one has spirit!" He said to Saleke as he stepped ahead. Saleke turned to Ranae and arched an eyebrow. " Perhaps we can talk later Ensign, I have business to attend to at the moment however I will be watching." He then looked meaningfully at the Klingon. "Enjoy yourself Captain, I will be fine." Ensign Ammon assured Saleke, watching as he was led towards the celebrating Klingon tribe. followed by the man who'd arrived with him. ~The Captain and his shadow.~ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - COPS Lt. Travis Keswick - 2025) Travis Mason, Morgot and T'gokh where talking and having a good timewhen Travis sow his two bodyguards leading Saleke over to his table. "Captain Glad you could join us." Travis sead as he stood up to greet him. (Reply Saleke) Captain Saleke this is my father Morgot my brother T'gokh and my good friend Klag. I'm glad you could make it." Travis sead as he sat backdown. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - CO, Captain Saleke - 2026) As they neared the table Travis rose to greet them. "Captain Glad you could join us." "Lieutenant.. Travis." Saleke nodded at the human then looked about the table at the seated wedding dignitaries. He could make some logical extraploations of the identities of some based on age and family resemblence but witheld consideration of that and waited for introductions. Captain Saleke this is my father Morgot my brother T'gokh and my good friend Klag. I'm glad you could make it." Travis said then reseated himself. "Captains." He said simply at the beginning. "I have heard of the great honor given to your house. " He turned his attention first to the elder as was expected. "You are known to hold a seat on the Klingon High Council, it is an honor for you to have come here to Geneva." (Reply: Morgot) He then spoke to T'gokh. "And you are the Captain of your own ship with courage and victories credited to your name. The honor of the house of Morgot is well served by you. I am pleased to have met you." He looked at Klag then. "One who is considered a friend of a Klingon warrior earns trust, I am honored to be included with this wedding group." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Promenade - TC Ensign (jg) Shurik Rosanov - 2040) Shurik sat before a shallow glass of vodka and the biggest rustika he had ever laid eyes on. He had made up his mind that he would enjoy his time off before he had to get back to the Mystique. There was a lot of work ahead of him. He rather regretted that he hadn't brought anyone along for company, but everyone seemed to be previously occupied, but the time alone was somewhat refreshing. He brought his drink to his lips and tilted back his head, allowing the clear liquid to slide down the back of his throat, burning as it made its way down to his stomach. The burning sensation had never bothered him. He had grown up with it, and it had simply become a part of the drink. He reached down for his sandwich and tore one of the layers free then shoved it into his mouth. He turned his head to watch the people passing, glanced down at his empty glass and made up his mind to go for more. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------