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Location: Recration Deck
Time: Shortly before the arrival of the Quantum Fury...
It had been a very long time since Paul had seen anything like this. On Starbase Midway the local taverns had usually been pretty packed, but community get-togethers such as this were few and far between when assigned to duty aboard a starship. So during his stints on the Enterprise and the Intrepid, the Commander had only seen random gatherings of a much smaller scale. He was glad to see the crew bonding after such a trying ordeal, and was only happy to be a part of the celebrations around the ship.
After getting in the rather long line that stretched down the corridor, Paul had finally been able to retrive a generous plateful of very appetizing selections; hailing from Tycho City on Luna, Jennings had often partaken of delecasies from various Earth-bound cultures, but none had ever enduced the brotherly feeling of those from the American South. On his plate he had gathered some slow roasted beef, a heaping of collard green, a half-cob of roasted corn, and sweet potato dripping in butter and covered with brown sugar. To finish off he had a tall glass of iced sweet tea.
As he enjoyed his meal he paid very close attention to the officers and crew enjoying themselves around him. In the distance he noted his receptionist, Miranda Keyes, enjoying her dinner with a Tellarite and a Vulcan. As he watched the small group she glanced in his direction and met his gaze. He smiled and nodded in her direction before returning to his meal.
It was refreshing to see so many happy people again after what the crew had just recently gone through. The ordeal had been very trying for just about everyone, and a good relaxed afternoon was what everyone had needed.
The Commander noticed Commodore Rehu enter the room while he had taken a drink and, setting the glass down, he discreetly watched the commanding officer. The Romulan woman had been his chief worry throughout recent events; however, he had been pleased with the way she had put aside her standard Romulan coldness and worked very well with the Starfleet crew to accomplish a very respectable goal that everyone involved should have been proud of. As he watched she spoke with the head cook, an older human woman, before being stuck with a plate.
Paul chuckled to himself at Rehu's confusion before turning back to his own dinner, praying he could finish before it got cold; he didn't notice when the Commodore was called away.
With a contented sigh he forked in another bite of sweet potato and just watched.
He knew tomorrow the recovery would begin, and Jennings already planned on requesting the Commodore make counseling sessions mandator for at least the senior staff...
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Commander Paul Jennings
Chief Counselor
USS Charon NCC-80111
Commander Paul Jennings
Chief Counselor
USS Charon NCC-80111
