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Post by Naois Mercy on Feb 18, 2008 21:19:47 GMT
Naois couldn't begin to describe the relief he felt when Valeia took her caretaker into another room. The way the woman had been trying to flirt with him, while at the same time alienate him from his bondmate was, aggravating in the least. Her constant attempts at physical contact were disturbing, but he was determined not to show her how he felt about that. Instead, he kept reassuring Valeia, mentally, that he was all right and that she had nothing to worry about.
From the next room, he could hear Valeia yell at Heather and involuntarily, he rubbed his temples, trying to control an upcoming headache. He suffered them at any given time Valeia was particularly upset or angry, but he hadn't told her about them, nor would he ever. He watched her come back, read messages then fall completely silent. Immediately, he knew something was up and when she pulled him to his feet without a word and practically marched him out of her quarters, he was certain.
Only when they were outside, did she tell him what the message was. Now, Naois smiled. "I was hoping my parents would attend," he acknowledged, "but I have not been able to get hold of them. Perhaps Peter told them not to get in contact."
He felt Valeia stiffen beside him, sensing her worry. "My parents are quite the opposite from Heather," he assured her, "my mother might appear cold and heartless, but as any son would say, she is the best mother in the universe. My father on the other hand is very extrovert, I am certain you will like him."
They stopped before the hatch, where in minutes the Mercy couple would emerge from. Naois composed himself, feeling slightly nervous himself as he hadn't seen his parents in a very long time. To his surprise, his mother emerged first, running forward in a very un-Vulcan manner, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. At a more sedate pace, Doctor Stuart Mercy emerged, his eyes shining with pride as he too moved to hug his son.
"Mother, father...please," Naois murmured, but allowed the hug. AS they stepped back, the Vulcan motioned his fiancée forward. "I would like you to meet Valeia Roquel, my bondmate. She is the woman I told you about, and she has been everything to me in the last few months."
T'Val Mercy stepped forward, sizing up the younger woman, looking her straight in her eyes. "And a very competent doctor," she added, smiling slightly, "you must not forget that without her, we would not now have a son to give away in marriage." This time, the woman hugged Valeia. "Thank you," she whispered, only for Valeia to hear, "and welcome to our family."
Naois stood beside his father, watching the two women. "Amazing," he murmured, "I would never have thought to see her this emotional."
Stuart chuckled in bemusement. "Well we're lucky you didn't see her when you were a child," he laughed, "or even when I married her. Emotion in abundance, trust me."
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Feb 18, 2008 21:32:54 GMT
Mel had a headache from pulling 2 shifts. She had just got back from the station and detoured into sickbay to have Sianna prescribe her something when she spotted a familiar Klingon.
"Commander," Mel greeted K'Nara who seemed embrassed at being caught in sickbay.
"Your primary systems are all fully healed Commander," the hologram informed her not noticing Mel's presence straight away. "You may once again commence doing your combat training."
A flash of a smile flashed the Klingons lips only disappearing as quickly when Sianna decided to lecture her on taking it slowly. Mel shuddered as a nurse roughly injected a hypo to her arm. An icy feeling came over her forehead but she found herself relaxing as the tension and pain started to ebb away.
"How are repairs to the station?" K'Nara asked her as they fell into step moving out of sickbay.
"Coming on Maam," Mel answered with a smile. "We are optimistic that the whole promonade will be repaired in the next couple of days. The Admiral wanted to try increase morale by getting a major part of the community up and running again. I have been helping put back together the Ragnok bar today."
"They did good bloodwine," K'Nara stated.
"And Andoran cuisiene," Mel agreed.
"Well this is where we part ways. I have a long over due appointment with a Bat'leth," the Klingon informed her as they reached a coridoor junction. "I will see you in the staff meeting tommorow."
"Yes maam. Enjoy your workout," Mel smiled leaving K'Nara and returning to her quarters. Ian was still on shift so she decided to suprise him with a meal. Infact it dawned on her she hadn't caught up with Quinn lately and was curious to see what was happening with him and sharon.
=^=D'BrooNi to Dexter. Quinn do you have dinner plans? I'm cooking and would love for you and sharon to join us tonight. Drop round about 8=^=
Tag <Quinn/Sharon>
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Feb 19, 2008 2:47:41 GMT
Sharon handled the bat'leth pretty well, Commander Horn not only had height over Sharon but he had weight and experience as well. She move around him watching his moves as she moved herself, she blocked parried blocked and knocked him down.
After they were finished Sharon was sweaty, her hair had come loose and she had twisted one ankle, just enough to limp on a little, after knocking him off his feet, she could tell she hurt his shoulder by the pop and the re-pop of it, she helped him to his feet and they called it a day and planned on meeting tomorrow for target practice.
Sharon left the holodeck and headed to her quarters but decided it was best to stop by sickbay. She stopped in and did not see the Doctor Roquel but saw one of the other Doctors.
"Can I help you Lieutenant?" He asked.
"Yes, I was practicing some hand to hand with Commander Horn and I twisted my ankle." She said.
"I see, come on up on a bio bed and let me take a look at it." He said.
Sharon limped over to the bio bed and a nurse helped her up onto it, she moved to where her feet and legs were straight out but she was sitting up. The Doctor took note of the left ankle and removed the tennis shoe, Sharon gritted her teeth as he put the shoe to the side.
"You sprained it pretty good, it's a little black and blue." He said.
He moved to get a hypo and gave her a shot and gave her foot a little rub with some ointment then put her shoe back on. He stood their a moment and smiled.
"OK Lieutenant try standing on it." He said.
Sharon moved her legs and stood up, she nodded giving him a smile back.
"Much better thank you Doctor." She said.
"My pleasure." He said.
She walked toward the door and felt his eyes on her back, she shook her head, she had one interest and that was Quinn not a Doctor that helped her, but she felt giddy that he liked her figure.
Sharon returned to her quarters and had just unzipped her jacket when her Commbadge chirped it was Quinn.
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"Sure, give me 20 minutes to shower and get dressed and i will be ready for you as soon as you get here." Sharon said.
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Sharon got undressed and hopped in the shower, she did not know the chief engineer all that well but she would not turn down a dinner invitation from a department head. She finished with the shower, got dressed and put on her favorite perfume, she wore a light blue dress it had a v-neck that was a little revealing but not to much, when she finished dressing her door chime went off. She went to the door after just slipping into heels. The door opened and it was Quinn.
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Post by quinndexter on Feb 19, 2008 23:29:45 GMT
OOC: sorry about lack of posts, had a bit of a mindblock
Having done as Brahms requested, informing everyone about helping out on Resurection, Quinn headed back to his quarters to shower and get a bit of rest. Not long after falling asleep though, his commbadge woke him.
=^=D'BrooNi to Dexter. Quinn do you have dinner plans? I'm cooking and would love for you and sharon to join us tonight. Drop round about 8=^=
=^= Sounds good to me, I'll ask Sharon and get back to you =^=
Quinn then contacted Sharon to see if she was free for dinner.
=^=Sure, give me 20 minutes to shower and get dressed and i will be ready for you as soon as you get here.=^= Sharon replied. Quinn then told Mel that they would be there.
Quinn got dressed and then left to collect Sharon at the correct time. When she opened the door, Quinn was amazed at her beauty.
"Ready?" He asked simply, extending his hand.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Feb 20, 2008 7:26:11 GMT
"I was hoping my parents would attend, but I have not been able to get hold of them. Perhaps Peter told them not to get in contact." Naois commented, his joy at the prospect of seeing his parents evident to Valeia through their bond. But since the link went both ways, he was equally aware of her worry. "My parents are quite the opposite from Heather. My mother might appear cold and heartless, but as any son would say, she is the best mother in the universe. My father on the other hand is very extrovert, I am certain you will like him." Naois assured her gently, causing Valeia to smile at his ‘best mother in the universe’ comment.
Arriving at the airlock, the doctor began to grow more nervous by the minute, but when a Vulcan woman came practically running through the door and threw her arms around Naois, Valeia was a bit stunned and took a step back to avoid being run over. Soon after, an older man emerged, heading right for Naois as well and quickly moved to hug his son as well. "Mother, father...please," Naois murmured, but although he appeared slightly reluctant, his fiancé knew better.
Smiling softly at this side of her husband-to-be and reveling in the happiness she felt emanate from him and his parents, Valeia tried to hang back slightly so as not to interrupt, but Naois motioned for her to join them almost as soon as his parents finally let him go. "I would like you to meet Valeia Roquel, my bondmate. She is the woman I told you about, and she has been everything to me in the last few months." Naois introduced proudly causing Doctor Roquel to blush a little.
Suddenly the center of attention, with both parents looking at her, Valeia was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable, even more so when Naois’ mother stepped forward and directly sized her up. Swallowing nervously and her eyes practically pleading with this woman not to hate her, Valeia waited anxiously, trying not to wilt under the Vulcan’s direct gaze. "And a very competent doctor," T’Val said finally, the slight smile accompanying the observation causing a flood of relief. "You must not forget that without her, we would not now have a son to give away in marriage."
Smiling in return, Valeia was once again shocked when Naois’ mother suddenly enveloped her in a hug. "Thank you," she whispered, "and welcome to our family."
Feeling tears spring to her eyes, Valeia hugged T’Val back tightly, barely managing to whisper “thank you” in return. It felt wonderful to be accepted so quickly and completely. Naois’ description of how his mother might come across had certainly turned out to be quite the opposite, the Betazoid realized as she stepped back and smiled happily at the other woman. Glancing back over at Naois standing next to his father, Valeia was a bit taken aback at just how much he looked like his father. The resemblance was striking, even as she could also see obvious traces of his mother as well. Stuart had remained fairly quiet, but it was hard to be especially nervous about him, as his expression was so happy and proud.
After moving to stand beside Naois, taking his hand once more in hers and leaning against him, Valeia addressed both of his parents. “It’s a great pleasure to meet both of you, Sir, Ma’am. Thank you for being so...accepting and welcoming, and thank you for raising such a wonderful son. I...I can’t imagine my life without him.” Valeia added quietly, beaming up at her fiancé and feeling…absolutely perfect.
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Feb 20, 2008 13:52:41 GMT
Sharon smiled at Quinn and took his arm.
"Ready?" He asked simply, extending his hand.
They left and headed down the corridor.
"You look nice, very handsome." Sharon said to Quinn.
She blushed at his comment and moved closer to him, he was taller then her but felt that he could take her into his arms and never harm her on anyway. She did not want to tell him she was in love with him she would wait for him to make that move.
They took the turbo lift down to the deck where the engineers quarters were located, and walked up to the door and rang the chime.
"I hope this will be a good evening, spending time with you just makes it all a dream, if this is a dream, I hope I never wake up." Sharon stated.
Quinn definitely made her feel safe and warm, from the time they met in ten-forward to him making dinner and sharing a good night kiss that seemed to go on for eternity, she felt safer then if she was with her mom and dad.
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Post by Tak Science on Feb 20, 2008 19:13:35 GMT
"Do you mean to say you aim to injure me, ensign?"
The feline shook his head profusely, before speaking to his commanding officer. "I do not aim to injure you. I understand that most Federation races do not relish injury as a manner of friendship in the way that the Kzinti people are able to see the inner light that it provides. However, I am quick to say that I wish to join you for combat. I wish to consider you my friend and I recognize certain ancient tradtions that require a ceremonial conquest of land. Of course...that is not possible under the circumstances that are provided by a Starship."
"If you wish to practice, then I shall endeavour to accomodate you..."
Tak looked over slowly, looking behind the other with a bit of a stare before he was able to refocus himself on the task of speech at hand..er...paw. He hissed slightly, through his teeth, before finishing his commentary in response.
"I do not wish to practice. I wish to fight. You have too much emphasis on training and the such in Starfleet. Too structured and ordered in some places, lacking in others...but too..trained. Come now, let you hair down. Is that how humans say it? I have requested to fight at your hand."
"...I have just spent hours in this holodeck and I was hoping to spend the afternoon with my family..."
As they entered the holodeck, and heard this confession, the feline's eyes grew wide. "Sir! I mean no disrespect to you. Family is the most important of all concessions that a warrior must make. I apologize to you and only can hope that I shall be forgiven by your mercy. However, I understand that I should be punished for interrupting your family life in any concern."
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Feb 20, 2008 20:06:24 GMT
"Wow," Ian said as he walked in and caught sight of Mel in a light purple halterneck dress. Her hair was loose and in large curls around her shoulders. The smell of something delicious hit him.
Mel smiled as she moved in and kissed him. "We have dinner guests. Quinn and Sharon."
"Ah," he said. "Do you think he will return my apron from the last time he was here?"
Mel giggled at the memory of the Aasimer in a kiss the chef novelty apron, having got half way across the ship before realising he still had it on.
"You never know," she said with a grin as Nobu openned one eye, laid on his bed in the lounge and realised Brooks was back came bounding towards him.
Ian pattered the pup. "I guess I should also get more suitably attired then." As Ian disappeared into their bedroom, Mel checked the Bajoran fruit tarlets in the oven which were for desert. She turned the temperature down as the doorbell chimed. Nobu predictably went crazy with excitment upon hearing it and launched himself at Quinn as the door slid open.
"I'm sorry," Mel said as the pup jumped up and pawed the Aasimer. Since Quinns cooking lesson, Nobu had suddenly become as fond of the Aasimer as he was Peter.
Once the cairn had calmed, Mel moved forward lightly kissing her friend on the cheek and smiling and welcoming sharon inside.
"I hope your hungry. I got a little carried away. I think I needed to just expel all my stress from my shift on the station into the food," Mel said with a smile as Ian walked out and shook hands with Quinn before complimenting Sharon on her dress.
Ian sorted some drinks out and an hour later, after a starter of Asparagus and Yemoh sauce, followed by Trout Almondine, Mel was beginning to really like Sharon who had been providing some rather amusing stories. She excused herself to make the Lofu custard, drizzled it over the tartlets as Ian refilled drinks once more and was deep in discussion with Quinn about Katana's.
"I hope you like it," Mel said slipping the plates in front of Sharon and Quinn. "This was something Coran, my last host used to serve in his restuarant."
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Feb 20, 2008 20:14:13 GMT
"You misunderstand," Peter answered with a slight smile. "As it appears you have challenged me, I shall have to answer the challenge. Not to do so would be a grave insult on my personal honour." The Vulcan knew the Kzinti valued honour and combat and he didn't want to disappoint this new addition to the crew. He understood the feline was alone in many ways, and needed the relief of combat as well as the training.
"I will spend the remainder of the afternoon with my wife and daughters, after we settled your challenge," he offered, "how did you wish to fight me? You are the challenger, the choice of combat lies with you."
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Feb 21, 2008 2:41:49 GMT
Sharon hugged Mel and leaned down giving the puppy a pet, the puppy licked her hand and calmed down, she smiled noting Quinn's look when the pup was close to him. They sat and had a appetizer Sharon spoke.
"This place is nice, I like it Mel, smells good to. You are a good cook maybe you can teach me a thing or to about alien cooking. My mom taught me how to cook what we would call southern and Italian." Sharon said.
She sat close to Quinn and for the most part had her hand in his, his hands were cool and dry, she looked up at him from time to time. The next part of the meal came and it tasted so good.
"This was really good, I would love to learn how to make some of these recipes if possible." Sharon said.
"I love to cook, the hardest part is cooking for one, so I end up with a lot of leftovers unfortunately it would be nice to have someone to cook for though." Sharon said giving Quinn a grin.
The meal went by really well and soon desert came, she managed to eat a small part of it, she was full. Sharon did not drink alcohol so had split between diet soda and water, but very much enjoyed the company of four nice people but she wondered where she stood in Quinn's mind.
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Post by Tak Science on Feb 22, 2008 18:10:26 GMT
"how did you wish to fight me? You are the challenger, the choice of combat lies with you."
The Kzinti was taken back for a moment. A Vulcan, smiling? And willing for combat? Had he not accomplished the Kahl'inar? Had he not gone through the necessary training? That could be the only explanation, in the cat's mind, short of a total schismatic belief with the standard Vulcan philosophies and theologies that so dogmatically projected throughout each moment of life among the others.
This was strange indeed, but his later words were even stranger and more foreign to the feline - despite the fact that they hit very close to home. This was not to suggest, however, that they were not pleasing to him. He had felt as though he finally found a true friend amongst, perhaps, the entire crew. In Kzinti civilization, that was a major accomplishment.
"I thank you for taking the challenge. I shall never forget this," he said as he entered the holodeck's concourse wholly alongside the other. "I trust that you will not disagree with Bath'leths considering this is how you have trained. I also do not wish to utilize my claws and fangs against you. You are not to be...eaten."
As Horn may know, Kzinti are known for..eating their fallen enemies. Unbridled cannabilism..
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Feb 22, 2008 18:39:45 GMT
Peter shook his head. "Bat'leth is not something I shall disagree with, however as I said the choice of combat is yours, if you wish to fight differently, then we shall. You are a warrior who depends on his claws, you may use them. The holodeck safeties are online, thus with any weapon you shall not gravely injure me."
The prospect of being injured in combat didn't phase the Vulcan, in fact he had come to depend on it for survival. The experience of pain held him in the realisation that his life could be in danger at any given time, and by now, he was used to being in some state of discomfort. It had taken him months to revalidate after being tortured by the Klingons, and almost equally after Connor's death.
They walked into the holodeck, where Peter waited for the Kzinti to call the scene. He was still very tired, but the additional training would do him good, and would probably please Harley as he wouldn't be too energetic while being off duty. Plus, she was probably anxious to help Valeia plan her wedding and pick a dress and attend to female things he would never understand. He was, as she often put it, a mere male who couldn't possibly understand. In return, he never tried to argue the point, as he was a severe minority in his family, being surrounded by 3 women.
Quietly, he poised himself for an attack, balancing the bat'leth on his left hand while stretching his right arm out for counterbalance. "Well?" he challenged, "are you just going to stand there and watch me, or are you actually going to fight me? You have not lost your nerve, have you?" He saw the hackles rise on the Kzinti's neck, knowing he had struck a nerve there.
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Post by K'nara Corval on Feb 23, 2008 17:54:44 GMT
K'Nara was scouring the few rebuilt shops on resurrection for a wedding gift. As she was to stay on board the Phoenix and under Dukaths strict orders, which were, much to her annoyance, intergrat herself more fully with the crew. This was her first attempt. As he father had put it, a wedding was a good social event to "mix".
Also being XO she had to get a present by default anyway. Somehow the two who were being wed, she was sure a heart of a targ and a bottle of Corval's personal blood wine would not cut it. However this experience was beginning to get very annoying.
Sighing at how complex other alien beings and traditions were, she walked into another store. It felt like she had been trying to do this all her life. The ferengi trader behind the counter looked up and grinned at her with his pointy teeth.
"And how may I help such a beautiful Klingon female?" he flapped eagually.
K'Nara felt the urge to throw him to the other end of the store but fought it.
"What constitutes as a good wedding present for a vulcan and betazoid wedding?" she demanded.
"Oh I have many many fine things," he gaped at her leather armour, shifting forward closer to her and daring to place a hand on her waist. "If the price is right."
The Ferengi went flying through his stores window. Fuming K'Nara tossed her hair and walked on to the next one.
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Feb 24, 2008 0:39:30 GMT
Sharon had been enjoying the night but after awhile she noticed Quinn had moved away from her and had released her hand, he got up at one point to go play with the dog, when he returned he sat on the other side of the couch turned slightly so she could not get close to him.
Sharon looked over at Melanie, with the quiet what did I do expression, Melanie shrugged as if she did not know either, Sharon scooted over to the opposite side and crossed her arms over her chest and stared at Quinn, he looked her way once or twice but ignored her for the most part.
He finally got up and went back over to play with the dog some more, Sharon decided too try something and got up, she walked over to where he was with the dog and knelt down she bent enough so she was a showing a bit more and patted the dog. He looked at her and went back to the couch, Sharon played with the dog, holding back her tears of rejection. She stood and walked over to Mel and Brooks and spoke.
"I had a nice time have a good night." She said and headed to the door.
She noticed Quinn was still sitting on the couch when Mel and Ian got up, Sharon ignored Quinn and left. She walked down the corridor and headed for the turbo lift and got on, thats when she let go of her tears, she got off on her deck and headed at a run to her quarters and entered. She tapped the door lock and headed straight for her bed and dropped onto it burying her head in the pillow.
She woke up and looked at the chronometer on the wall it said 0200, she had been here since 2200, she decided she would move on her and Quinn were most likely over and she did not understand why. She got up undressed and went into the bathroom, her eyes were bloodshot, and her makeup had run from the tears. She washed off the makeup and jumped into the shower.
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Post by Tak Science on Feb 27, 2008 5:01:53 GMT
The Kzinti nodded gently, "however, as much as you might say this, a physical being may harm another. If you punched me, it would probably hurt unless you are using some sort of forcefield..." Figuring it out posthaste, the feline smirked in a malicious fashion, "Yes, yes I think I shall spurn the Bat'leth for the time being. Allow me only to use my claws and fangs. I shall show you that true battle is accomplished in this way."
He was not taught to be in discomfort as his Vulcan opposition was. Rather, he was born into it. The Kzinti bloodline, it would seem, simply had an inborn desire for pain and suffering. Or perhaps it was more accurate to describe it as the ability to withstand it. However, this was not true - Kzinti had a low tolerance for pain. It was almost as if they enjoyed it.
Growling slowly, the Kzinti shook his head, bearing his claws menacingly as a roar erupted from his throat. Blood lust burned in his eyes as he looked towards the other, taking each of the muscles in the core of his legs to allow him to pounce. In the manner of the most feral of tigers, he took himself upon his haunches and launched himself towards the other. As he landed, the other would be allowed several attacks, should he so choose. Otherwise, the force would have made Horn tumble. Looking to him with that split second, his fangs glistened with a nefarious glow - evil dripped from them as if it were fluidic.
In the Kzinti's mind however, there raged a war. This was a Vulcan - an eater of leaves and roots who could not aspire to such things. How could he be so welcoming to bare combat? A strange world, indeed, was the Federation.
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Post by K'nara Corval on Feb 27, 2008 6:52:11 GMT
K'Nara walked back to her quarters happy finally with her choice of purchase. She still hated shopping but had finally found a female with half a brain cell who had shown her some decent ideas. Setting her wrapped purchase on her desk, even happier she did not have to fiddle with trying to decorate it in the appropiate manner she checked her messages annoyed to see her father had left her one.
His flagship was at the base still helping out and he was back off business wanting dinner. She had had Dukath up to her top teeth at the moment but one did not ignore a request from the head of the house of corval. She responded and suggested a restuarent.
"Computer, explain to me all aspects of wedding rituals for vulcans and betazoids," she barked.
Half an hour later she had already thrown a few things around and there was no way at all anyone would get her naked if they went the betazoid route. One thing that did seem universal was people were supposed to have an escort. Great thats what husbands were supposed to be for, she hissed. You got married and didn't have that problem any more. Of course Connor was dead.
Not thats she minded attending anything alone but if "tradition" stated for it and she was being forced to play along, Dukath even being in town, would know more about this wedding than she did knowing him.
"Computer locate . . . . " she mused around. Who did she know possibly single and likely in the same predicament.
"Locate Tak Science."
As the computer informed her he was in the holodeck with Horn she set right off, witnessing an interesting amount of combat upon her arrival.
"Mr Science . . ." she started as they finally noticed her attention both trying to get their breath back and groaning.
How could she put this. She could order him of course but Dukath would not allow that.
"I require an escort for the nuptials of the cousellor and doctor. Do you have anyone to go with?
Aside both of them Horn gasped in utter confusion at the most un-K'Nara like request.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Feb 27, 2008 8:46:15 GMT
Naois’ parents were…so nice! Valeia couldn’t have possibly predicted just how well it would go meeting them, but she wasn’t sure it could have gone better. After escorting them to their guest quarters and spending a little while visiting, the doctor was beginning to feel a little guilty. She had yelled at Heather…the woman who had in spite of no obligation or responsibility turned her whole life upside down to take care of an orphaned Betazoid girl to whom she’d been a nanny for two years… Valeia had never yelled at her before. And now here she sat, in the Mercy’s quarters, having a perfectly wonderful time, while Heather was all alone in Valeia’s quarters. Doctor Roquel was beginning to feel absolutely terrible.
Things had been going so well and Valeia had been so happy that for awhile the fight had been forgotten, but as the remorse began to creep back in and her mood changed, Naois glanced over at his fiancé as he sensed the shift. ‘I need to go talk to Heather…and that will give you an opportunity to spend some time alone with your parents.’ Roquel communicated silently to him, and Captain Mercy nodded in understanding before turning to his parents and explaining that she had a few things to take care of but would be back before too long.
Smiling gently in gratitude, Valeia gave him a kiss, a very quick one considering his parents were in the room, before returning to her quarters to talk to Heather. For her part, Heather had been absolutely stunned, both by what her surrogate daughter had said and how she had said it. Never in all the years she’d cared for Valeia had she ever heard the girl raise her voice or talk back to anyone, not once. That alone had been a shock, but then what was said had been just as surprising.
Heather had never really thought of Valeia as telepathic, as her abilities were rarely spoken of or used it seemed. Now that the girl’s telepathy, and Naois’ as well, were taken into consideration, that made a huge difference. No wonder it had moved so fast between them when they had a window into what each other was thinking and feeling… Perhaps it hadn’t been her place to interfere or to try and test her fiancé when he’d already passed the ultimate test. The counselor wasn’t one who (she felt) was wrong often, but when wrong, she owned up to it. In this case, she had been very, very wrong, and fortunately, she knew it.
Finally moving from the bedroom back into the living room to sit on the couch, Heather decided to wait for Valeia, and while waiting to help her out. The entire mood and attitude of Doctor Thompson had just shifted entirely. When Valeia reentered her quarters, she was unsurprised to find Heather sitting on the couch waiting for her, but the scattered padds all over the table had not been there before. “Valeia!” Heather greeted her, standing to cross the room.
“I…I am so sorry. You were right, entirely right, and I feel ashamed of myself and how I’ve acted. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t making a mistake, as we both know how little experience you’ve had with men. I see now that I was wrong, especially not taking your…heritage into account and with not trusting you. I hope you’ll forgive me.” Having known Heather almost all her life, Valeia was well aware of the rarity of the woman admitting she was wrong and apologizing.
Instantly feeling much better, Valeia smiled in relief. “Thank you, Heather. Of course I forgive you. I can see that from your point of view things did move way too quickly, and I could have been in danger of being hurt. I’m just glad you can see now that’s not the case. And I’m…sorry for yelling at you too, but I couldn’t allow you to continue treating Naois that way. I love him, you know?”
Smiling in return, Heather pulled the younger woman into a rare hug. “I know. And now that I realize my mistake, I am so happy for you. I suppose it’s only fair that after waiting so long you shouldn’t have to go through the whole dating process. And...he really seems wonderful, though I doubt he feels the same about me. As much as I would love to fix it, why don’t we just keep it that way, so when you need a trump card, you can pull out inviting me for a visit, hm?” the counselor offered, laughing lightly at her own joke before moving back to sit on the couch.
“Ok, now we have a wedding to plan. I was thinking…lots of bright colors, pinks and blues and yellows, and of course purple since that’s your favorite color. We could have a tropical theme, with palm trees and on a beach and…” Heather was halfway through when she saw the look on Valeia’s face. With a sigh, she tossed a couple padds back onto the table. “Ok, ok…I didn’t think you would like that, but it was worth a try. Fortunately, I came up with a plan B that I think will be more your style, more…simple with lots of lace and lavender. Does that sound better?”
With a smile, Valeia nodded and sat down next to Heather, who true to character had almost entirely planned everything out so that all the Betazoid had to do now was pick between the choices given, although she insisted that Naois would have to agree as well. Within half an hour, almost all the planning was finished, although the exact location was unclear, since the bride insisted on having it either on Resurrection or the Phoenix and not in a holodeck. As soon as her fiancé gave his stamp of approval everything was pretty much set, with a rehearsal dinner and party the night before and then the wedding with a reception after.
Of course the dress would still need to be found, as Heather had insisted that Valeia just had to wear a real wedding dress. There was also still the matter of officially asking the bridal party, picking out the bridesmaids dresses, and actually getting everything together as well. Luckily for Valeia, Heather seemed so incredibly excited now that most of the work would probably be taken care of by her, except where the bride’s presence was required or her opinion and approval needed.
Now that all of that was settled, Valeia felt required to inform Heather of her future in-laws' arrival, noting warily the way the older woman’s eyes lit up at the news, even though the counselor promised to try and behave herself from now on. A few moments later, and the two women entered the Mercy’s guest quarters, and Valeia motioned towards her surrogate mother a little nervously. “Sir, Ma’am, this is Doctor Heather Thompson, who raised me since I was six years old after my parents died. Heather, these are Naois’ parents, Doctor Stuart Mercy and Healer T’Val Mercy. Heather is a children’s therapist back on Earth.”
Momentarily forgetting her promise to behave, Heather leered slightly in Stuart’s direction. “Ooo…..well I can see where Naois gets his looks.” At Valeia’s warning cough, Heather quickly tried to stop staring and tried to put on her best behavior. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. Great that these kids are getting married, huh? About time if you ask me, at least as far as Valeia is concerned. I mean, I thought she was never going to…well you know…..let alone get married. I’m sure you worried about Naois too, at least as far as marriage goes. As for the other, he may not have had any trouble. Uh…not that it’s any of my business of course…”
Heather’s very belated attempt to once again reign in her behavior was far too late, as Valeia’s face was now bright red. ‘She’s fine with the wedding now and is actually trying to behave better believe it or not….not that you can tell…’ she informed her fiancé silently before everyone took a seat once more. This was turning out to be a very long day…
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Post by Naois Mercy on Feb 28, 2008 10:48:32 GMT
"So, our little boy has finally grown up," Stuart chuckled once Valeia was gone.
"I have been grown up for years," Naois dutifully replied, allowing his father to bait him. "I am only now getting married." He met his father's gaze and smiled. "Did you not sweep mother off her feet? Valeia swept me off mine."
This time, it was T'Val who smiled. "He certainly did," she answered, "and Valeia is a lovely woman and she clearly adores you." She smiled at her husband. "It must be the ears," she chuckled.
Stuart merely nodded. "Must be it," he murmured, while sitting back on the couch. "It's about time you did get married though, you've waited almost ten years longer than I did!"
"I had just not found the right woman," Naois retorted, "there was one woman who claimed to be my mate, but she was killed recently. Valeia, however came along at the right time; she literally saved my life. I believe though, that Humans call this love at first sight?"
Naois spent the rest of the afternoon talking to his parents and discussing wedding arrangements. He openly talked about how exactly they had met, and how they ended up being bonded. He omitted the part where he had killed his stalker himself, to defend the woman he loved and he also refrained from telling them that he had been drugged. This wasn't the time to worry his parents with such details, even though he could see his mother sensed that he was hiding something. Much to his relief, she didn't ask.
A few days later, a somewhat nervous counselor captain walked into the biggest hall that was to be found on Resurrection, flanked by Peter Horn, Antoine Donolly and his parents. He was dressed in a fresh teal dress uniform, perfectly groomed and outwardly poised, but his general appearance was nervous.
The room was literally packed with people, most of which he didn't even know, but many that he did know one way or another. To Naois, it looked as though the entire starbase population had flocked to see the occasion. For the last several days, he hadn't even seen his bondmate, Heather and his parents had consciously kept them well apart, claiming it was bad luck for them to see eachother.
Slowly, the Vulcan walked down the path that was covered with a red carpet for the occasion. "Do you have the ring?" he whispered at Peter, who nodded in return. "The speech?" This time Antoine nodded.
"Don't worry," the old doctor hissed at him, "and ease up, you look like a kid on his first day in kindergarten. She'll be here and we'll get you married. Now relax before you burst a vessel!"
Sighing, Naois took his place beside the altar, while Peter sat himself on the front row beside his wife, taking their youngest child from her. Donolly took a stand before the altar, exchanging a few quiet words with Admirals Brahms and O'Shasserra.
"He's as nervous as hell," Donolly confided to both admirals, "I've never seen him in such a state before." Turning, he smiled encouragingly at his friend, then nodded towards the end of the path, where the curtains were moving. "Here she comes..."
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Post by K'nara Corval on Feb 29, 2008 20:01:53 GMT
K'Nara was not happy. She hated Dukath at this present moment in time, she hated intergrating herself more with the crew, she hated pink, she hated heels, she hated her hair up in curls and studded with flowers and she most certainly hated the concept of bridesmaids. Why had she agreed to this. Dukath hadn't let her back out and was enjoying this immensly from his seat next to the admiral.
As the music began she followed Mel, still alittle wobbly in the shoes she had been coerced into wearing and felt everyones eyes on her. She hated the dress, feeling completely exposed. It was backless and pink. Why pink? Why not black and leather? It was flimsy, no room to hide her usual 10 weapons. How has she been talked into this . . . . . She would never live it down and as such Valeia and a certain Trill who had been so pro the idea would never live down the hen night . . . .
K'Nara smirked at the memory, the doctor was a good as holding bloodwine as her intended. Opposite where she and Mel stood Naois was looking pensive as the bride began to walk his way.
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Feb 29, 2008 20:44:33 GMT
Mel saw the smirk on the XO's face and it was the same one she remembered from a couple of days ago.
Flashback
"A hen night is a tradition," Mel informed the grumpy Klingon women for the hundreth time as she led the way. She grinned at Sharon as K'Nara growled, realised she had and ended it quickly. Whatever Dukath had said to her, she was taking it seriously. Her temper had been very much in check lately.
"Yes madam," the Andorran manning the bar acknowledged the group.
"Earth Margarita's," Mel said with a grin at Heather. "Pinchers enough for everyone," she indicated the group while handing over her card to pay the man.
Mel watched in awe as he entertained them tossing glasses as he mixed the drinks. K'Nara continued to brood behind her and sniffed the drink cautiously as she passed her a glass.
"To the bride to be," Mel toasted the doctor.
"The bride to be," everyone chorused except the Klingon who knocked back the whole glass.
"Where is the alcohol," she demanded as around Mel, Heather and Sharon both made the tell tale sound of someone's throat burning from the alcohol.
Mel giggled as she refilled the glasses. Klingons!
A few hours later, several more pitchers, a lot of girly talk, giggling, dancing and some kareoke at which K'Nara had flatly refused informing them loudly, "Klingons do not do Kareoke." "Klingons do not dance," "Klingons do not discuss undergarments," Mel had drunkenly snapped.
"Okay so what are you going to join in with then? I thought that was why you had come, to join in with us," she demanded.
K'Nara looked pensive and for a second Mel though the Klingons firey temper was going to be directed in her way as her neck snapped and she had suddenly moved quickly in the direction of a ferengi.
A heated conversation - or at least what looked like it from the other end of the bar followed before the alien was frogmarched and personally thrown out the bar again by the XO.
"Thats better," K'Nara stated loosening her previous stand to attention look and flashing a smirk. An evil one in Mel's opinion.
Mel shook her head as the rest of the group appeared round them.
"Time for a real drink," K'Nara said suddenly, clearly happier after having expressed her frustrations. The Klingon frog marched them out where they were, a difficult feat as apart from her, they were all rather wobbly. Next thing Mel knew they were in another bar, a much darker one and vats of crimson red liquid were being placed in front of them.
The last thing Mel remembered was witnessing that Klingons did in fact dance when accompanied with chanting a war song, which amazingly on her hungover state she could now sing word for word in Klingonese. She couldn't however remember getting back to the ship . . .
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Post by Sharon Wolf on Feb 29, 2008 21:44:43 GMT
Quarters/Bar/Quarters
The next day had gone quietly Quinn came an apologized and they spent the day together talking and enjoying each others company. They had lunch and Sharon felt close to him again.
"Quinn you are a special person but please don't pull that on me again, I have a brother who would want to talk to you if you pull that again but I care about you." Sharon said.
Sharon nodded in agreement, he left for the guys party so Sharon could shower and put on a nice blue tank top and a turquoise skirt, she knew that they would most likely be drinking so heels were out of the question unless she wanted to break her neck.
Sharon soon joined Mel, K'Nara, Heather, and Valeia and they went to one bar, they had margaritas, did some karaoke, Sharon had a andorion sunset that felt good and after one guy was thrown out they went to another bar, obviously a Klingon style bar. Sharon had had Blood-wine before and was feeling it on her third one.
She left the group and went back to her temporary quarters sick as a dog, she held it till she found a head and just made it. She left after washing and headed to her quarters and entered, she went to the bathroom once more and clumsily made it to the bed and collapsed.
Sharon woke the next morning with a headache that hurt from the top of her toes to the top of her head.
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Post by Tak Science on Mar 1, 2008 5:19:33 GMT
"I require an escort for the nuptials of the cousellor and doctor. Do you have anyone to go with?
Aside both of them Horn gasped in utter confusion at the most un-K'Nara like request.
Having caught his breath, the feline sighed slowly. He was trying to collect his thoughts - on his home-world, this action would surely be deadly. Of course the female would not be able to speak, however, she would be able to attack him most fiercely. One of the ways to make sure that the strongest of Kzinti children survive was the fact that Kzinti females were wholly non-sentient. Only the strongest of males survived the violent mating process; usually, the women were able to kill them before anything was...accomplished.
Therefore, he was quite fearful of what was going to happen. However, K'Nara did not look as though she was going to literally bite his head off, so he temporarily let his guard down. Never the less, disarming one's self was not the way of the warrior and he did not fully allow his ears to stop their scanning. Visibly, neither did his eyes.
"I do not understand," Tak said as he placed down the Bat'leth. "I understood there was an invitation, but I did not understand how exactly it applied to me. I did not believe I was able to come, and I did not believe that either the consuellor or the doctor would relish much of me at their wedding. I simply felt that it was not my business. I trust you understand; I am not the member of the crew that is most seen as warm."
"However, if you require my services, are you asking me...to accompany you as one who cares for you? I have been thinking, in the last moment or so, that it would mean certain death for me. I trust you understand that the Kzinti have no marital or nuptial agreements. I trust too that you understand why we do not. It is not a practical concern for such a species."
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Post by K'nara Corval on Mar 1, 2008 10:06:01 GMT
Backtracking . . . .
To say K'Nara was suprised at the Aliens mention of nuptials and certain death did not hit it. As she processed what he had just said in her mind beside them Horn was also trying to work it out.
In a very visual attempt to not look angry or confused K'Nara turned to the catbeing once more and in a measured, controlled voice said,
"Mr Science, all senior officers are required at the wedding as a formality. I was asking you to join me as my escort nothing more. All you are required to do is sit with me at the meal afterwards and perhaps engage in some conversation. I will not expect you dance, or engage in any activities you do not wish, for I as a Klingon am just as uncomfortable in this setting. I merely thought thats as two outsiders we could try and understand and "survive" this event together. I am not planning on their being any certain death in any way,"
She said the words. Is this really what the crew think of me, no wonder Dukath is intent on me intergrating more. Do all staff I am in contact with fear for their life all the time???
"I am not asking you to be my mate or for any kind of martial service," she decided to make very very clear. "I am a widow and have no plans to engage into mating again any time soon. I merely asked you to escort me as a colleague."
She groaned inwardly, had she known it would provoke this response she would have not asked. But then again it proved her fathers point. Not only did she have to intergrate herself and hertiage more so people working with her understood her, not to mention did not stand their thinking she was going to kill them. She also had to understand their species better. Clearly Tak's race had some major social differences.
Fleetingly she looked at Horn hoping he would help her out here.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Mar 1, 2008 18:29:48 GMT
~backtracking~
Peter lowered his bat'leth as well, favouring his left leg as the Kzinti had clipped him there earlier. It was nothing Dr Keller couldn't fix, as it wasn't serious. Wiping the dust from his face, he glanced from Kzinti to Klingon and back to Kzinti, wondering what was going on.
With interest, he listened to Tak's explanation about Kzinti females however he felt a pang of regret when K'Nara mentioned her status of being a widow. "There are no commitments involved in escorting a lady to a wedding," he ensured the feline officer, "it is just that, the service of providing company during a festive engagement. As you appear to be single, and Commander Corval is currently single as well, it would only be logical for you to attend the wedding together."
Briefly, he paused, shifting his weight a little. "And, as the commander said, you two would not draw too much attention as such." Raising an eyebrow he added, "actually, I believe you two make quite a pair, considering your matching temperament." With a smile he raised his bat'leth in defense, half expecting K'Nara to charge him then and there.
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Post by K'nara Corval on Mar 1, 2008 22:24:58 GMT
"actually, I believe you two make quite a pair, considering your matching temperament."
All the attempts at staying calm went out the window as K'Nara stepped past the Kzinti and in one sharp move had kicked Horns Batleth flying to the other side of him. The vulcanoid shuddered as he felt the onslaught of what had been her contained frustration and staggered back slightly.
He didn't see the fist coming and could do nothing to avoid it as it loudly collided with his face before everything went black.
K'Nara made a slight victory growl as the vulcan went down unconscious. Her fist still balled and throbbing she knew that was going to leave on hell of a shinner on him.
Turning back to a wide eyed and now skittish looking Tak she merely told him, "When he comes too, hit him again, oh and think about my request," before she exited the holodeck.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Mar 2, 2008 1:05:22 GMT
As he had expected, K'Nara turned on him, kicking his weapon away with full force. He ignored the jolt that went up his arm from the force of the kick, but staggered back when he felt the full brunt of her anger.
"K'Nara.." he started, feeling the need to explain his words. However, he never go the chance. Faster than he could see, she swung her arm back and before he realised what she was doing, her fist connected soundly with the side of his face. He staggered another few paces back before collapsing in the sand, unconscious before his body hit the dirt.
It was humiliating to say the least, especially as he had been nearly successfully battling the Kzinti officer. He hadn't been able to evade the feline's claws most of the time, though he had been learning. Now, he lay unconscious in the sand, on the holodeck, for several minutes, before he finally stirred.
The Vulcan propped himself up on one elbow, rubbing his temple, before looking up at Tak. The feline stood overhim, poised to strike. Peter brought his arm up to deflect any blow he might receive, believing their battle was far from over. The cat was far quicker than he would ever be, honed for battle, honed for the kill.
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Post by Tak Science on Mar 2, 2008 8:39:00 GMT
In a very visual attempt to not look angry or confused K'Nara turned to the catbeing once more and in a measured...
The Kzinti nodded, "Forgive my case of being so misunderstanding. You have to understand that, since I come from such a foreign society, I am not used to every single social nuance that is protected and held dear here. I trust that you of all members of this crew would understand this fact of my existence. I trust that you, now and again, suffer from a very similar occurance and thus can relate. Perhaps this is why you had made the initial offering. Your rhetoric would suggest such."
"actually, I believe you two make quite a pair, considering your matching temperament."
The feline raised a brow as he shook his head, watching the aftermath from a safe position. The others clearly had not noticed him in this state - after all, he was hanging by both paws from a tree limb. Taking advantage of the fact that they were still in the illusioned holodeck world, he let himself make use of those things around him. A beast of the jungle so to speak, he was quick on his paws and reliant on stealth in many matters, such as these.As he struggled to maintain his position, his abdominals trembled rather visibly, despite the fact that his uniform should have been able to hide them. Gasping for air, he dropped back down before he drew into the pose that caused him to be so ready to strike. He did not however, take up the opportunity.
Leaving Horn where he might be, considering it a warrior's responsibility to remain in such a condition until strengthened by his own will, he set out to meet up with the Klingon officer before she made it off too far. As soon as he was beside her, he politely bowed his head.
"I believe it pertinent to accept your offer, considering these circumstances."
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Post by Marcus Brahms on Mar 8, 2008 10:35:31 GMT
Brahms spoke with Admiral O'Shasserra and Admiral Su, who, en route back to Earth, had decided to make a stop at Resurrection. Any excuse, as he was fond of saying, was good enough for a celebration .. Marcus watched the room slowly fill with Officers and Civilians, friends and family of the Bride and Groom .. It seemed to him that Naois was trying hard not to step from foot to foot as he waited at the front of the room .. Brahms grinned, he'd never been married himself, so couldn't quite grasp what could be going through the Captains' mind at this moment, but he knew all would be well, and in a short while the ceremony would be complete and everyone would sit down to eat .. "He's as nervous as hell" Donolly confided to the admirals, "I have never seen him in such a state before." he finished, a look of both concern and amusement on his face .. "He will be fine I'm sure." Brahms replied, then noticed the Ensign at the back of the room signaling, "Shall we take our places ..." Peter touched the Grooms arm in a supportive gesture he was unused to as the curtains at the back of the room began to move ... Wagner's Bridal Chorus, from the opera Lohengrin, but now re-arranged and played on a Vulcan lute, began to drift into the room, as the curtains parted fully to reveal Valiea .. On cue with the music, the Bride took her first steps forward .......... < tag: ALL >
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It's gonna be a 'long' flight !
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Post by Mike Rampton on Mar 9, 2008 15:26:10 GMT
He was pleased with how much progress had been made on the repairs to Resurrection .. He was almost exhausted from the long, sometimes double shifts he'd been pulling ..
But today was different ... Earlier, he had finished his duty shift and had returned to his quarters to change. He was now in his full dress uniform .. Nowhere near as comfortable as the duty uniform he generally wore, but you could hardly turn up at someones wedding in a sweat soaked, dirty uniform, though he 'did' consider it for a second ..
He'd arrived with only moments to spare, saying a quick hello to Naois before finding his seat and getting settled for the ceremony. It occurred to him that he could have done with a drink of some sort, and stood up to go find one. But at that moment, the sound of a Vulcan lute began. He quickly sat himself back down as the curtains at the back of the room parted and he got his first look at the Bride ..
'Naois is a very lucky man' he thought to himself as Valeia began her walk to her bond-mate ..........
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Mar 10, 2008 6:21:11 GMT
The last few days had been a complete blur to Valeia. Between dress fittings and approving color schemes and flower arrangements and the million other things it seemed she had to do, there had barely been enough time left over to sleep. The bride-to-be had clearly not realized the vast amount of work it really took to plan a wedding, but lucky for her, Heather seemed to know everything that was involved and had guided her clueless surrogate daughter through the entire process. The only part the doctor didn’t like was being separated from Naois. Although pretty much everyone seemed in agreement that they needed to avoid seeing each other before the wedding, the Betazoid did not like that arrangement one single bit.
Through the link, Valeia at least knew her fiancé was doing alright, but she hadn’t quite managed to get close enough to actually communicate with Naois, and that was beginning to wear on her spirits. The only semi-bright spot in the days before the wedding for the bride-to-be was actually the little party Mel had thrown for her. Doctor Roquel had initially been highly opposed to it, but Heather had been even more insistent than the engineer. It had only taken two or three drinks for the Betazoid’s memory to grow foggy, and it got worse as the evening progressed.
In fact, only three memories seemed to have survived the most likely sky-high blood alcohol level: Heather picking up an unsuspecting, younger Orion pilot who didn’t stand a chance, K’Nara dancing and singing…some sort of Klingon song, and Valeia’s absolute albeit drunken insistence that she wanted to see Naois immediately and no ridiculous tradition could possibly stand in her way. Though tradition may not have been able to prevent her from finding her fiancé, and most likely giving him the surprise of his life, her inebriated state stopped her instead. Somehow on her way to find him, the very intoxicated doctor had passed out and ended up sprawled on her couch with no memory of how she’d gotten there at all.
Fortunately, through the miracles of modern medicine, the next morning a hypospray was the only thing needed to get rid of the massive headache, which along with the three aforementioned memories was the only thing remaining from the previous night. Once the hangover was treated, the next few hours were a perfect picture of organized chaos as apparently getting ready was an even bigger deal than all the planning for it. As each moment passed, Valeia found herself growing more and more nervous. It wasn’t that she was having second thoughts by any means, but all the excitement and tension was beginning to have an impact on the bride.
What’s worse, Valeia could feel her fiancé growing more nervous as the ceremony drew closer as well. While the Betazoid knew Naois wasn’t having second thoughts either, the additional nerves transmitted from the generally emotionally steady Vulcan only seemed to increase her own butterflies. Before she knew it, Doctor Roquel found herself standing on the other side of a thin, white curtain all alone. The final bridesmaid had already begun to move down the aisle on the other side and Heather had taken her seat, leaving the now terribly nervous bride completely by herself. Though she’d wished most of her life that her parents were still alive, she’d never wanted her father to be there with her any more than at that moment.
After what felt like an agonizing few seconds, the music changed to indicate it was time for the bride to enter. Fighting back the sudden stab of panic and fear, Valeia tried swallowing and suddenly wished she had suggested eloping instead. Still, she wanted to marry Naois; that much had not changed and never would. There was no way she’d walk out on their wedding because of silly jitters not related to wanting to marry him. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes momentarily before gripping the bouquet of pink orchids more tightly and stepping out through the parted curtains onto the aisle. Everyone was standing and looking right at her, which only made the bride more agitated than before. In spite of this, she managed somehow to continue taking short, deliberate steps in time with the music.
A few steps down the aisle, and Valeia’s eyes settled on Naois waiting for her at the other end. Catching sight of her fiancé after days apart, the Betazoid’s eyes lit up as her nerves settled and a real smile crossed her face. In spite of her clear dislike for being the center of attention like this, there was absolutely no doubt in her mind that being married to Naois was what she wanted more than anything. The remainder of the walk down the aisle felt almost like a dream as the beaming bride moved to stand beside her husband to be, placing her hand gently on his arm before turning to face the Admiral. In a few minutes, she would be married…
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