[USS Charon] SD241001.28 - Joint Log "Apologies" - Lieutenant Commander Sakarra Tyrax & Vaek'Riov Itsak tr'Sahen

[USS Charon]

Itsak watched the young security officer leading him.  So thin, so frail- if this was indeed the best of what Starfleet had to offer he certainly wasn't surprised the Dominion had made quick work of them.  So undisciplined- he could have snapped the man's neck without care.  The thought of killing the young security officer amused him but it had no purpose.  He smiled "is this necessary?  I am unarmed.  I can find my way."

"I have my orders sir."  The young man said.  The turbo lift stopped and the security officer walked out leading him down the corridor "its right here."  He pressed the chime "Commander Tyrax, this is Ensign Lynch; I am here with the Romulan Commander- mister Sahen.  The Captain asked me to escort him to your quarters."

The room was dark, except for the pool of light where meditation candles did their slow, graceful dance and the young Vulcan was kneeling comfortably on a pillow. A light robe the color of garnets set in dark gold outlined her relaxed frame with fingers steepled under her chin, while a spicy yet soothing scent wafted through the warm, dry air, reminiscent of desert flowers and ripe Gespar, with a notion of balmy mountain breezes.

She was at peace, for the first time in quite a while. Thoughts of T'Pelar and the others had been put aside, postponed for the sake of finding at least this moment of tranquility. The silence was complete, without even Charon's engines lending their steady hum to every activity, but the young Vulcan knew they would be springing back to life soon enough and was content.

When the chime broke her deep concentration, there was no flare of annoyance; just a deep breath and long black tresses were tucked behind elegantly pointed ears before Sakarra slowly turned her head to look towards the door. The few people likely to visit her unannounced would know this was the hour when she preferred solitude, so this was quite unexpected.

Then a brow climbed on the young woman's serene face. Sahen? Unexpected indeed.

"Very well, Ensign. Please enter."

As the doors opened, Sakarra got to her feet in a slow, fluid motion and saw the outlines of a human and the Vaek'Riov, standing in the twilight between the corridor's brightness and the warm candle flames. Her face was placid and unmoved, but the slightly tilted had asked a silent question.

The Ensign started in by Itsak grabbed his shoulder "I'm sure the commander can handle herself."  He pushed the young man behind him and stepped into the quarters.  When the doors closed he took a moment to study the room, looking at the candle he sniffed casually- the smell was familiar.  He approached the flames and leaned over gently waving the warm air towards his nostrils.  Twisting around he looked at Sakarra- so serene, so calm, so Vulcan.  "Gespar candles- my father often used these." 

He smiled- devious and dangerous, would she know?  Perhaps, she was part mind-reader.  He had read her file; it was easy to have one of the technicians obtain it from the Charon's computer.  His cousin was too naive- being in the Federation had made her too trusting, or was it too stupid?  He kneeled down and looked at her face- candlelight flickering in her eyes.  Beautiful- exquisite, perfect, just like a Vulcan should be.  "Forgive me earlier, I was rude."

He could feel her breath, warm, slightly moist.  He watched her for any reaction but she remained still, unmoved as he spoke "I am not fond of your people."  He leaned back and crossed his legs on the floor, like he did when he was child in class "I should have been more respectful towards you- but I'm sure you understand that we are a passionate people.  Though, being amongst my cousin has made you well aware of this- she's always been quite…difficult.  So, forgive me, I would out of line."

After several heartbeats of consideration, the young woman nodded slowly and settled back down again opposite the Vaek'Riov, light silken skirts billowing about her for a moment while her bare feet made not even the lightest of sounds on the soft carpet.

Still, there was no relaxation left in the way she held herself, only the calm, alert air of a Sehlat observing another predator resting under the sun. Something about the man's graceful ease seemed too obvious to be entirely genuine, and the deep voice held a timbre that lent a dark shade to her watchful gaze. 

"Passionate? Yes, I believe the word is apt." at least as far as it applied to the Captain, in case of this cousin Sakarra strongly suspected there was also a temper involved which was not only quick to erupt, but ran deeper than he would like to admit. Fingers loosely folded in her lap, the raven haired woman studied the man's features, softened ever so slightly by the gentle light and the brief flash of a memory made her eyes twinkle with a shadow of amusement.

"And it is one of the few things about the Rihannsu I am able to understand, as unlikely as that may seem to you. In either case, it would be ungracious of me to decline the apology of one who has provided generous assistance to my Captain and her ship." She fractionally inclined her head, sending a few silken curls tumbling over one shoulder before returning to her former stillness.

"However, I will admit to being surprised you felt compelled to come here in person."

"Do not take this the wrong way but I came here to see Shiarrael, she insisted I apologize to you- if I was truly sincere, as I am, well you see me here."  He gritted his teeth, it was split second reaction that he quickly adjusted to a smile "well, I should go- I am clearly interrupting something, but I'm sure we will see each other again Sakarra Tyrax."

After several heartbeats of consideration, the young woman nodded slowly and settled back down again opposite the Vaek'Riov, light silken skirts billowing about her for a moment while her bare feet made not even the lightest of sounds on the soft carpet.

Still, there was no relaxation left in the way she held herself, only the calm, alert air of a Sehlat observing another predator resting under the sun. Something about the man's graceful ease seemed too obvious to be entirely genuine, and the deep voice held a timbre that lent a dark shade to her watchful gaze. 

"Passionate? Yes, I believe the word is apt." at least as far as it applied to the Captain, in case of this cousin Sakarra strongly suspected there was also a temper involved which was not only quick to erupt, but ran deeper than he would like to admit. Fingers loosely folded in her lap, the raven haired woman studied the man's features, softened ever so slightly by the gentle light and the brief flash of a memory made her eyes twinkle with a shadow of amusement.

"And it is one of the few things about the Rihannsu I am able to understand, as unlikely as that may seem to you. In either case, it would be ungracious of me to decline the apology of one who has provided generous assistance to my Captain and her ship." She fractionally inclined her head, sending a few silken curls tumbling over one shoulder before returning to her former stillness.

"However, I will admit to being surprised you felt compelled to come here in person."

"Do not take this the wrong way but I came here to see Shiarrael, she insisted I apologize to you- if I was truly sincere, as I am, well you see me here."  He gritted his teeth, it was split second reaction that he quickly adjusted to a smile "well, I should go- I am clearly interrupting something, but I'm sure we will see each other again Sakarra Tyrax."

Well, that explained that. Or perhaps not.

Something flickered in the deep, black pools that held the Vaek'Riov in their calm regard as the young Vulcan recognized something else that was strikingly familiar.

Whatever thoughts were hidden behind that smile, they were not benevolent.

"As you wish, Itsak tr'Sahen. Your courtesy is nonetheless appreciated." Subtly, the resonance of her melodious voice had changed, though it remained steady as the evening breeze over Llangon. "If we should indeed meet again, I will remember it."

As well as many other things.

Kneeling on the dark fabric of the pillow, Sakarra gave the proud but polite tilt of the head with which a t'sai dismisses a visitor from her presence.

Itsak pushed himself up and simply nodded his head at her "we will meet again." He stated firmly and walked out of the office.  The waiting Ensign joined him and the pair started for the turbo lift as the doors closed returning Sakarra to her seclusion.

[End]

Lieutenant Commander Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm/2XO
USS Charon

&

Vaek'Riov Itsak tr'Sahen
Romulan Fleet Commander

[USS Charon] SD241001.28 | Personal Log | Dr. D King

DK <ucip.dk@gmail.com> wrote to charon@ucip.org:

=/-\= Someplace Dark… =/-\=

The air was pitch-black.

So much so, in fact, that one could not see their hands when stretched
out in front of them. There was the smell of grass and salt on the
air, and somewhere in the distance the sounds of crashing waves could
be heard against a rock face and gulls sounded out in the air. The
ground felt uneven and rocky under the soles of heavy reinforced
boots.

The ambient atmosphere continued for several long moments before a
gravelly voice called out, "Ho, Traveler, and welcome to the world of
Faerûn. Here you will experience the glories of battle, witness the
power of the divine, and taste the wonders of the arcane. Tell me,
sire, where do you hail from?"

"I hail from the city of Mosstone along the Starspire Mountains," the
traveler replied in a deep, yet clear, voice.

"Ah," the dark voice replied. "A brave soul from the freemen of
Tethyr. Please, sire, select your armament."

Grasping at the hilt hanging at his waist, the second voice returned,
"A standard bastard sword and simple chainmail."

"A proud warrior no doubt then, sire," replied the darkness. "Let us
begin our tale."

A breeze began to blow through the dark, as small things in the
distance began to appear as the dim light grew all around. "You have
been traveling for a long time, sire, set off from Mosstone for the
grand city of Baldur's Gate, a great distance from your home. Safely
you have made it through the kingdom of Amn, and have passed into the
Realm of Sword Coast along the western edge of Faerûn. It has long
since grown dark on the road, but you have persisted following signs
towards the fortress of Candlekeep, where you plan to replenish your
provisions before making the final week of your journey to the city.
Be on your way, sire, and good luck."

As the voice had continued talking the air had dissolved into a worn
dirt road surrounded by a thick forest. In the clear sky above could
be seen a sky full of bright, blinking stars (though they were all
unfamiliar to the traveler). In the distance dim points of flickering
light danced along the road before him as well as a few several meters
off the ground, and voices muffled by distance could be heard calling
out.

Deciding that it would be best to advance, the man took off towards
what he assumed was Candlekeep. It took several minutes to advance all
the way to the source of the lights, but as he neared the shouts
became more and more clear. There were obvious cries of 'cursed
goblins' and 'damn vermin.' There were men running back and forth
across a great drawbridge, and groups could be heard moving through
the forest on either side of the road.

As the traveler neared the bridge and stepped into the pool of light
radiating from several torches, one of the men stepped forward with a
long blade in hand and called out, "Halt, there, or be slain! Name
yourself stranger!"

"I am Lancaster," replied the traveler as he raised his hands before
him, steering clear of the hilt on his waist. "I am but a tired man
weary from days spent on the road. I seek no trouble, only food and a
place to sleep."

The guard's eyes were narrowed as he approached the traveler, looking
him up and down suspiciously. "Then I suggest you find another place
to rest your head. I'm not to allow anyone but the guardians into the
city."

"Sir, my stocks are low and I've not eaten in a day," Lancaster
answered, lowering his hands. It had been a long time since he had
donned this armor, and it seemed heavier than he had remembered it
previously. He continued with one of the more common attempts to enter
a forbidden area, "I've got the gold for a room at your inn, and maybe
some for your troubles as well."

"Keep your coins, 'Lancaster of Mosstone.' I am not interested in
them," the guard spat, obviously insulted by the attempted bribe.
Lancaster cursed to himself as the guard explained, "Our walls has
been raided this night, and until we find what was taken I'm afraid no
visitors are to be allowed entrance."

"Raided? What was taken?" asked Lancaster as he raised an eyebrow.

The guard sighed and lowered his weapon, apparently satisfied that the
traveler was no threat, "An ancient tome was taken out of our
library's hallowed halls. Never before has anything like this
happened. Attempted perhaps, but never by goblins and never
successfully."

Trying to remain as grim as possible, Lancaster reigned in his
excitement. The hook had been offered. "Goblins, you say? Do they not
have a den nearby?"

"Nay. At least they haven't before. The Chauntean clerics have always
kept the forests around the keep cleansed," the guard said as he
returned his blade to its sheath and shook his head. "Of course, I
suppose they could have been forced from their lands by the
Spellplague. I'm sure not even goblins wish to live in the
plaguelands."

After thinking for a moment, Lancaster shrugged. "What if I joined one
of your search parties? Would service to the Guardians allow me
entrance?"

The guard looked very thoughtful, almost impressed as he replied, "I
cannot answer, but I can speak to the Captain. He is arranging the
next parties now. Wait here and I will return."

The man was gone for some time, and Lancaster watched as flames passed
slowly back and forth through the forest around him as they searched
for the Goblin raiders. It seemed nearly an hour had passed before
the guard returned. Several beings had accompanied him from within the
keep, and Lancaster was fairly sure his offer had been accepted.

"Lancaster of Mosstone," the guard called as he approached. "This is
Sir Kelling of the Guardians. You will be accompanying him into the
forests. I leave you to him." With that the guard turned and left to
attend to other duties.

The large man that the guard had motioned to was nearly half a head
taller than Lancaster, who already stood at nearly two meters tall. He
was decked in what looked like incredibly heavy full-plate armor, and
had a two-handed greatsword sheathed on his back. Across his chest was
painted a great golden sun. He was looking at Lancaster as though
complete unconvinced, "I trust you can handle your blade."

It had been offered as a statement, and thusly required no answer. If
Lancaster was unskilled with the weapon he would be killed by the
creatures in the forest; if he could, in fact wield it, he would be a
boon to the search party and thus welcome. Either way it obviously did
not matter to Sir Kelling.

"I can," Lancaster said with a single nod.

"Very well," the Paladin replied coolly as he turned to the other two
who had come with him. Motioning to a lithe woman in violet robes he
said, "This is Lia, a scholar from the keep. And this is Brorgar, one
of the Chauntean clerics from within the keep's temple."

The first Kelling had introduced, Lia the scholar, was startlingly
beautiful. She had raven hair that fell down behind her shoulders and
emerald eyes that glowed with a deeper power under the torch-light.
What was most curious, however, was her curious resemblance to a
Vulcan. When she had bowed her head towards Lancaster her hair had
fallen to reveal pointed tips along the top of her ears; however, he
was comforted by her own look of curiosity and the small smirk she
carried. It was obvious she was no Vulcan. "A pleasure," she had said
to him.

The latter of the introductions was for a stout man that stood no more
than chest high to Lancaster, but he had a deep red beard, cleanly
braided, that fell to his own knees. In one hand he carried a heavy
mace and tied to the other arm was a squared wooden shield. His eyes
glinted black under busy eyebrows and a large mane of hair that fell
down into a ponytail behind him. When Kelling had pointed him out he
had bowed town until his beard swept across the ground, "An honor and
a privilege, sir."

Before Lancaster could respond in kind a chime rang through the air,
"Sickbay to Doctor King. Please report to the main ward."

The fighter spun around quickly and took off almost at a jog as he
called out, "Computer, save program and end."

Hopefully this meant Aubrey's testing was just about finished. The
holodeck would make for a decent distraction, and he had been wanting
to try out the new program for several months. But he would much
rather be in sickbay when Aubrey came out.

=/-\= End Log =/-\=

Commander David King
Chief Medical Officer
USS Charon

--
Admiral Henry Jones (DK)
Fleet Commanding Officer
Home Fleet Command

[USS Charon] SD241001.27|| Joint Log "Dresses, Cake and Girl Talk" || Lt(Jg) Lizzy Johnson, Lt(Jg) Indira Bai, Ens Kallistra Grey, Ens M'Riarr

=/\= Eris Deck =/\=

 

With the repairs wrapping up and the crew still confined to the ship, Eris Deck was packed to the gills.  Rather than taking her drink upstairs to the lounge, Indi looked for an empty table down in the mess instead.  Unfortunately, while most of the "dinner rush" was done with, every table was still occupied.  Near one of the windows, she spotted Lizzy Johnson, PADDs littering the table in front of her.

 "Mind if I join you?  I was hoping to be able to catch you to wish you Congratulations."

 

"On what? Oh yes sure have a seat." She grinned looking up at the other officer before running a hand through her slightly messy hair. Planning her own wedding was harder then she had thought it would be there were so many choices and so much that she liked..

 

Indira smiled back.  "The upcoming nuptials?  I heard through the grapevine, though apparently ALICE is also telling anyone who will stop to listen."  Sliding into the seat next to Lizzy, she picked up one of the PADDs so she could put her drink down.  "Coming up with your dream wedding?  I'm so happy for you and Dylan."

"Oh thank you. A lot of planning but no idea where to start." She grinned. Then looked to the other woman as she told her that ALICE was telling everyone. "I might have to reprogram her again. For a security hologram she has a big mouth." Lizzy giggled. "LtJg Elizabeth Johnson Engineering, But everyone calls me Lizzy." She grinned.

 

"Lt JG Indira Bai, Medical.  But you can call me Indi.  I kind of knew who you were, from my work with crew medical files, but it's nice to finally meet you face to face."  The ladies shook hands, and looked up together as another woman approached the table.

 

Kallistra ran a hand through her dark hair, heaving a frustrated sigh, having not slept too well for the past couple nights.  So, instead of heading off to the lounge, she preferred settle in at the mess hall, thinking it would be quiet.  When she took a step into the mess hall, she was completely surprised to find that it was filled completely with people.  Nearly every table was filled.  Being the social butterfly she was, she decided not to sit on her own but waltzed over to a random table.  She noticed two women sitting together and the table covered in PADDs so she offered a smile as she approached them.
 
"Might I join you?" She grinned, her hands bearing a tray laden with some sort of exotic soup.

"Of course," Indi gestured to one of the other seats, moving a couple of the PADDs.  "We were just making introductions ourselves.  I'm LtJG Indira Bai, or Indi for short.  I'm one of the Doctors on board.  This is LtJG Elizabeth Johnson, or Lizzy.  She's an engineer."

Turning back to Lizzy, Indi picked up a PADD and played with it between her fingers.  "So what kind of ideas do you have on these things?  Maybe we can help?"

 

Kallistra offered a nod accompanied by a smile as she settled into a seat at the table, resting her tray on table surface.

 "It is a pleasure to meet you both. I am Ensign Kallistra Grey, the Chief Counselor." She returned their greeting and hasty introductions before listening to the conversation transpiring all around them. "Might I ask to what you are referring? Help with what exactly?"  She tilted her head slightly for a moment as she made her query then gathered some soup in the spoon, conveying it slowly to her mouth.

 

Lizzy gave a huge grin to the lady as she sat down and waved slightly. "from cloths and patterns to food and wedding cakes even holodeck locations." She said softly. I'm partial to the blue silk and white tulips for decoration, but there are so many different kinds of blue, and more white flowers that look just as good." She said with a sheepish grin.

Kallistra beamed at the influx of information, her eyes brightening at the very idea of a wedding.  She was quite fond of them and did not even bother to hide her enthusiasm.  She was just the sort of person to be open and to never hide who or what she was.

 

"Oh how lovely. I absolutely adore weddings." She started, tilting her head as she glanced down at the PADD. "If you like blue silk and tulips then why not settle upon that? I myself prefer chameleon roses. How lovely they are! They change colors and can be quite charming at a wedding. The color matches one's mood, sort of like a mood ring."  Pausing for a brief moment, she consumed another spoonful of the spicy soup, gazing at the PADD still.  "What sort of wedding gown shall you wear? As the Belle of the Ball, I am to expect that it should be something stunning. I know it is a silly question to ask and that the majority of wedding gowns are white, but on my homeworld, one simply does not wear a wedding gown. Everything is conducted in... a..." She paused for a moment, pondering how to convey it. "..a natural sort of manner."

"OH and for plate settings Dylan liked the Tuscany, but did you know that there are a few patterns for Tuscany as well on different colors. Like this one gold and Tuscany or even wine and tuscany." She said softly showing the two different plate settings.

 

M'Riarr sauntered through the mess hall, a plate with grilled meat on her paw. Wow, crowded. But nice. Her happily swinging tail nearly cleared a table and she grinned apologetically before spotting an empty chair near one of the windows.

As carefully as 180 pounds of clumsy Caitian possibly could, she maneuvered her way towards the table stacked with PADDs and gave a charming smile, trying not to show too many teeth in the process. "Good evening. I'm sorrrry if I'm interrupting anything, but it looks like I picked a bad time forrr my snack. If you don't mind me sharrring yourrr table, I'll trrry not to get into your furrrr. Hairrr. Something. Oh, and I'm M'Riarr."

 

"Oh, of course not. Feel free to join us." Kallistra responded to the Caitian with particular interest, never having met one of her species before. "And yes..it is quite hectic in here tonight. Who would have imagined that the mess hall would be more popular than the lounge?"  She giggled softly in a melodic manner before peering over at Lizzy for a moment, "I fancy the gold and Tuscany. Of course it is because I have a partiality to gold. But what a very fine color it is."  She motioned to the gold and Tuscany plate with interest, studying carefully.

 

"It is so very eloquent and delicate. You have good taste." She beamed before peering over at M'Riarr. "So, M'Riarr, how are you doing this fine evening? Well I hope? I apologize for not introducing myself yet. I am Ensign Kallistra Grey, the Chief Counselor."

 

Lizzy blinked and smiled at the new comer. "You know I never thought of Chameleon Roses. That's actually a very good idea. and to be honest I haven't really thought of the wedding gown yet." She giggled... "I was thinking more silver then white, I'm not exactly Betazoid, so a more natural setting wouldn't really be advisable." She giggled.

 

Kallistra gave a soft laugh, nodding understandably, "I understand completely. Silver is quite a fetching color, to say the least. Honestly I prefer a gown of lace with beads. Something simple but elaborate in its own manner. What sort of gown were you thinking of? Something elaborate, classical, or simple? It is not every day that a woman weds, so it is an exciting new adventure. Some of the most exciting part is arranging the wedding. Choosing the wedding favors, the china, the wedding gown, the wedding cake, et cetera. I am so very happy for you. What sort of idea were you thinking for the wedding? What location are you going to use?"

 

M'Riarr waved a happy paw at the other two ladies and folded her huge frame onto the tiny chair, taking care to tuck her tail out of the way. "Yesss Miss Kallistra Grrrrey, I'm doing well, thank you. Nothing beats being rrreleased from sickbay and finally having your furrrr grow back." The gigantic lioness grinned cheerfully but quickly raised a paw in front of her snout when she realized she'd done it again – showed the impressive array of predatory teeth to sweet little non-furred creatures who might take it for a less than friendly gesture.

Her still scarred ears twitched gleefully at the mention of cake though and she leaned forward with genuine interest, nearly upsetting a pile of PADDs in the process "Wedding? Oh then you must be the Miss Lizzy that Alice keeps going on about. Congrrrratulations!"

 

Indira laughed at the big furball and then turned to Lizzy.  "You know, you could always go with something of a small scale on the ship here, and then wait to throw your big celebration until you have some leave time with your friends and family back home?"  Chewing on her lower lip thoughtfully, Indi looked around the mess hall.  "I bet we could even bring the reception right in here.  Set up a buffet line over there," pointing along one wall, "and rearrange the tables over here.  That way you wouldn't have to repurpose a holodeck or cargo bay for the reception, you'd just have to decorate in here and work with Chef."

 

Lizzy smiled at M'Riarr, not in the least afraid of the razor sharp smile. "Someone asked about wedding dresses I have three that I like and can't decide which I like best." Lizzy said reaching for one of the padds to show the other three. funny that Kallistra had mentioned lace. because all three had lace.

 

"As for Cake. its gotta be Dylan's favorite. However I don't want a completely traditional Cake, it will have a top cake, but mostly cupcakes on layered trays." She said softly reaching for another Padd to show what she meant. It looked so good and would go well with the chameleon Roses she thought. though maybe change the black icing to match the robins egg blue silk that would be used to decorate with. Lizzy liked this it was like having friends that she could talk to. She'd been too busy working to actually meet more than Alice and Dylan though each of them seemed to know her on site despite not having met before...

 

"Well then, I am glad that your fur grew back. Though I shall not inquire as to what happened. It most decidedly does not sound too pleasant." She added with a wan smile before glancing over at Lizzy, offering a nod in response.  Glancing down at the array of gowns, her smile seemed to deepen and her green eyes brightened considerably.

 

"Oh yes, they are quite lovely. Personally I absolutely adore the first and the third. Though if the two were mixed together, they would be quite elegant. Do you not agree?" She allowed her eyes to linger on the third gown for a moment before peering over at the padd with the wedding cake. "Oh that looks quite delicious. Although, on Betazed, we are prone to throwing in splashes of color everywhere. It seems like a chocolate and vanilla mix. Better not let my little one see that. She loves chocolate of all kinds."

 

"You know what you ought to do for the holo-deck?" She smiled still, seemingly amused by the thought that lingered in her mind. "A Risian sunrise. I hear apparently that they are absolutely gorgeous." 

 

"We can add color to the cake, but I think I like the idea of mixing the gowns, but I like the third gown is it is too much. it's elegant and off the shoulder. though a wrap like the first one would be nice. and the vine pattern is cute as well." Lizzy grinned hitting a few buttons on the padd and mixing the two designs to show Kallistra again to see what she thought. it was in the color she wanted to shimmering silver so it looked like a gentle snowfall at night...

 

Kallistra tapped her chin thoughtfully as she studied the gown once more, offering a nod, "Why yes. That is quite lovely. It is delicate but eloquent. It is simple yet not overly so. That is what you are learning toward?"

 

M'Riarr paused chewing on a bone and leaned forward, looking at the white dresses. "I think you would look verrrry prrretty in that." She purred, pointing at the mixed design. Human wedding rituals were so terribly complicated, but it sounded like a heap of fun, too. And if there was something the big Caitian never objected to, it was fun.

"But it looks all a bit frrrragile. The dishes. And the drrrress. Is it supposed to be like that?"

She discarded the bone, just about stopping herself from tossing it over her shoulder, and picked up a juicy piece of grilled bird in her furry paw.

"It's just Rrrromulans that happened, counselorrrr." M'Riarr said with a wink of her green-gold eyes before trying to settle her huge frame more comfortably on the little chair.

 

"We'll yes it is delicate, but I'll take good care of it. but it is very pretty." She said softly with a whimsical smile. "Indira, I like your idea of a Risian sunrise. the sun rising would set off the sparkling silver of the dress." She grinned liking the ideas she was getting from the girls.

 

 

[To be continued …? ]

 

Lt. Jg Indira Bai
Assistant Medical Officer

&

Ensign Kallistra Grey

Chief Counselor

&

Lt.Jg Lizzy Johnson

Assistant Engineer

(NPC apb Kai)

&

Ens M'Riarr

Assistant Helmscat

(NPC apb I-Chaya)

 

USS Charon