=en route to Starbase 076=
=Deck 9: "The Big Easy"=
Scuttlebutt had flown around the Lancelot in much the way
that bricks don't. Staff Sergeant Bren Hanh Dòl was sitting at the bar as
the rest of her crewmates busied themselves with the Captain's farewell.
Her thoughts focused on what she had heard around the decks - Project:
Guardian of Forever.
"Preposterous," Bren muttered under her
breath to herself while scanning a padd. Shedir had always been
progressive in matters of temporal engineering. They had fully embraced
theories of non-linear time of millennia; it wasn't long after the First
Philosopher that reincarnation became a bedrock of Shedir beliefs. The
thought of an appointed Parirak'saka Atyantagata (`Guardian of Forever´ in
Shedir) was nothing but sheer absurdity.
Bren scrolled down her
padd, noting that they were now headed to Starbase 076, where the Captain
would disembark for the Nova Class Surveyor USS Solstice-B, NCC-78467.
Bren often undertook this type of over-preparation.
All in all,
the Shedir were not dislike the Vulcans in their love of logic and
diversity. The two species were, in one important respect, polar
opposites. Vulcans denied and repressed their emotions; whereas Shedir
fully embraced them to the point where they could completely control them.
To the untrained outside observer, the result was unfortunately the same.
The Shedir, unlike their Vulcan brothers-in- philosophy, were humorists
and jokers, great satirists, and were frequently given to "illogically"
sentimental gestures. It was just such a gesture that Bren had in a small
box on the bar in front of her.
"What's goin' on?" Lieutenant
Roisin Lochlainn asked, making her way over to Bren.
Bren calmly slid
the red brocade box tired in white silk ribbon out of view under her left
arm. "I believe the Captain is leaving," she replied softly to Rose,
possibly the closet to a friend she had on board.
Rose nodded and
ordered a drink before joining the congregation around the Doctors' table.
=a little later=
Bren had joined everyone else, circled
around the Captain. She held a small glass in her four-fingered hand,
approximately 45mL of a potent amber liquid, American bourbon whiskey from
Kentucky's Labrot & Graham Distillery (which was built in 1812,
Commander James Smith, the purveyor of the said
bourbon, spoke: "Captain it has truly been an honor. I hope you enjoy your
next assignment. You will be missed greatly by all of us." The group
raised their glasses to their Captain and drank in together honor.
As the group dispersed, Bren made her way to speak to the Captain
and give him her box.
Staff Sergeant Bren Hanh Dòl
Scientists Mate First-Class, USS
"The rational element, supported by the will, controls
Plato, from The Republic