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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2006 17:22:20 GMT
No doubt about it. TJ was feeling a bit envious of the cadets who were able to spend time planetside in the mediaeval English countryside. They had done well under trying circumstances, and he was proud of each of them. Tonight, he would have an opportunity to show it.
Unlike his previous graduation festivities, he thought he’d stick to a general theme relevant to the recent mission, and had spent the previous day adjusting and saving changes on a copy of one of his personal programs, then adding it as a peripheral sequence to his main program.
Now there was a portion of the program set for a graduation scenario. He hoped all was in order, as time had gotten away from him, and there was now no chance for a dry run-through before the cadets and their guests arrived at the Graduation Hall on Deck 26. There was, in fact, a very good chance that they were already gathering.
TJ adjusted his uniform one final time, wishing either Barb Johnson or Xin-Ling could have been there to assist him in his selection of a proper garment for this occasion, as he had serious doubts about his fashion sense, and both ladies, when in civilian garb, showed excellent taste in their wardrobe.
Ah, well, he thought, the uniform, at least, is a safe choice, if limited.
Grabbing the adjusted program on the way out of his quarters, he hurried at a brisk pace towards Deck 26 and this evening’s gala affair.
30 minutes later ...
With the turn of a corner, the Irishman saw a large line filing into the Graduation Hall. He put the disk containing the program he had recently adjusted into the slot, looked upward, uttering a short, silent prayer he had not made any further errors in the programming, and shoved it in.
Immediately there was a whirrr! from the box, and the entire interior of the Graduation Hall metamorphosed. ...
They were again back in time.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2006 7:29:04 GMT
There was a scream from inside the Graduation Hall as the decorations that were displayed throughout vanished, and in their place was a large grandstand, enough to seat a few thousand people. The seating was arranged in sections, each with an ornate banner, no two sporting the same main colors, on the wall that separated the large racetrack-shaped arena below from the seats above.
The arena itself was covered with a verdant carpet of well-kept grass, and on each short end of the arena were huge doors that lead to something beneath the grandstands.
The scream that had sounded came from a woman who, like everyone else within the Graduation Hall, had instantly been clad, not in the Starfleet or modern civilian garb they had been wearing, but in ornate and colorful mediaeval costume.
Suddenly, one of the doors opened, and out lumbered a large bipedal reptilian creature some eight to ten meters long, the skull of which reminded one vaguely of a hammer with the long cylindrical crest sweeping back from the top of its skull.
The creature opened its mouth, but instead of the roar everyone expected to hear, it gave out a loud, chirping sound, rather like a cheetah. It stood in the center of the arena, opened its mouth, and breathed a fiery prominence that went halfway to the far end of the arena from where it had exited, and as the flames spread spectacularly, out of them walked a robed figure in purple and black.
“Huzzah! Huzzah!” shouted the old man in purple and black. “Long live His Majesty, good King Vortigern.”
The opposing door opened, and out galloped a huge number of knights, each of whom was wearing a costume that corresponded with the color of one of the banners on the walls of the grandstands. Following them was a crowned, majestic figure on horseback. The company rode in the midst of thunderous hooves around the perimeter of the arena before breaking off into the center, where the majestic figure took his seat on a dais that had somehow appeared as the horsemen galloped around the arena.
At the base of the throne, two trumpeters sounded, and the king, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Commodore ONE, spoke.
“Citizens of the Federation, upon this day it is our good pleasure to welcome you to the promotional festivities of this night. To guide you throughout this evening’s events, I call on the bard, Thomas.”
TJ took his place in front of His Majesty’s throne, and addressed the guests before him.
“Me lords an’ ladies, ‘tis a truth that we bid ye welcome. Welcome t’ th’ graduatin’ o’ th’ most recent class o’ cadets from Starfleet Academy.
“Each o’ th’ cadets has made amazin’ progress since th’ time they set first foot on Hepta’s decks, an’ each deserves th’ recognition they are about t’ receive. An’ so, without further ado, I’m callin’ me senior officers t’ join me here.
As he called their names, the officers left their seats in the stands and moved to join TJ. Seth Bern... Jordan Mackler... Barbara Johnson... Doug MacHeath... Jason Reynolds... William Ford... Penfold... Dominic Hawk... Jack Parker... James O’Connor... Xin-Ling Chan...
“An’ ‘tis honored I am t’ introduce t’ ye th’ graduatin’ class. As I call each name, make your way up the dais t’ stand before His Majesty the King.”
Twenty to thirty cadets were called forward, and as they came up, each corresponding department head stood proudly beside TJ, warmly shaking each cadet’s hand as he or she stepped up to the dais, as they had been instructed to do. Yet, each one, awed by the august presence of the good king, found himself or herself kneeling before the benevolent ruler.
As each knelt, the king took a ceremonial sword, tapped the cadet’s shoulders alternately, and commanded them to rise.
After each member of the graduating cadets had been presented to the king, he or she returned to the group at the base of the dais, composed of the officers of the Hepta and an ever-growing number of cadets. Then suddenly, where the king had tapped them on the shoulders, there appeared the pips representative of their new status in Starfleet, though their clothing was still of fine mediaeval cloth. Finally, there remained only four to ascend the majestic staircase to the presence of the king.
“Marine Cadet Gabrille Eve McKnight,” called TJ. The young marine took Colonel MacHeath’s hand, shook it and proceed up the stairs, where she knelt before the king, who took the ceremonial blade, tapping her on her shoulders, as he had done with the previous cadets.
<Gabrille>
“Security Cadet Methos...”
<Methos>
“Engineerin’ Cadet Crystal Shinsei...”
<Crystal>
“Engineerin’ Cadet Karigan Mercia...”
<Kari>
“An’ now,” said the Irishman. “In each class there is displayed a special talent, an’ in each graduation ‘tis our custom t’ award th’ Academy Star of Excellence t’ one o’ th’ cadets who portook in th’ mission.
“This term th’ coveted Academy Star goes t’ a cadet that took on trainin’ duties as if he was already an instructor by holdin’ a class in combat trainin’ for both officers an’ cadets, preparin’ them for what they could face on th’ surface of earth of 1000 years ago. ‘Tis th’ highest honor a cadet can receive...
“Cadet Methos, step forward.”
TJ pinned the medal to the costume he was wearing, and smiled. “Well done, me lad!”
<Methos>
”Further, in each class there is an honor also accorded in th’ awardin’ of th’ Academy Ribbon, an this term th’ distinction goes to...
“Engineerin’ Cadet Karigan Mercia, step forward.”
TJ applied the ribbon to Cadet Mercia’s gown with a congratulations.
<Kari>
As the applause subsided for the two specially honored cadets, TJ raised his hands for silence.
“An’ ‘tis assurin’ ye I am that this term those choices were exceedin’ly difficult, since each o’ th’ cadets shone in his or her own way.
“But now, ‘tis a surprise I’m ready t’ share with ye. Some of ye have been starin’ at His Royal Majesty for th’ past twenty minutes, an’ I’m now informin’ ye that you’re not wrong... there is indeed an outstandin’ similarity in appearance he bears t’ our own Commodore ONE. An’ this, me lords an’ ladies, is th’ reason...”
Suddenly, the image of the king changed. No longer did he wear the royal robes, but the uniform normally sported by Commodore ONE – with the exception that TJ’s program had left the crown on his head.
ONE knew what to do. That, besides the fact he was the head of Starbase Conqueror, was the reason he was here tonight. He stood before the attendees and addressed them.
Tag... Commodore ONE
When ONE had finished speaking, the mediaeval costuming of the attendees returned to that which it had been as they arrived. The cadets – no, officers – now wore pips, indicative of their new rank, where the king had tapped them with the ceremonial sword.
Throughout the grandstands, servant men and women brought trays of delicious food and drink to each of the attendees.
The Academy Graduation Banquet had begun!
Tag... all
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Post by methos on Feb 7, 2006 11:21:40 GMT
Methos walked into the Graduation Hall, twenty Minutes early. He looked around and saw basic decorations. He was making small talk with a few of the guests and other cadets, when the decorations disappeared and it had seemed that they were back in time again. He heard a scream and smiled. “It is good to be here, I think that I will try and get someone to help me make a program that is similar to this,” he said to no one in particular.
Looking around he saw that they were now in an arena, which was covered with a carpet of well-kept grass. There were to doors on either end of the arena. They looked like they lead to somewhere under the grandstand. Everyone he looked at was in a medieval costume. He looked down and saw that he was dressed in the same type of clothing. Nice. Very nice. He thought.
Methos heard one of the doors open and looked that way. What he saw looked like a dragon of Myth. When it opened its mouth, he was expecting a roar. But what came out was a loud chirping sound. It then opened its mouth again and this time it spewed fourth a fiery like substance, which went halfway down the arena While the flames were spreading and a robed figure appeared.
“Huzzah! Huzzah!” The man shouted, “Long live His Majesty, Good King Vortigerm.”
Just then the other door opened and out came a rather large group of knights. They were each wearing colors that represented various sections of the grandstands. After they came out, a crowned, majestic figure ridding a fine example of a Horse of Early Earth. The knights rode around the perimeter of the Arena before breaking off at the center, where the crowned fellow took his seat, which seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Two trumpeters sounded from the base of the Throne, and the King, who looked surprisingly like Commodore ONE, spoke.
“Citizens of the Federation, upon this day it is our good pleasure to welcome you to the promotional festivities of this night. To guide you throughout this evening’s events, I call on the bard, Thomas.”
TJ took his place in front of His Majesty’s throne, and addressed the guests before him.
“Me lords an’ ladies, ‘tis a truth that we bid ye welcome. Welcome t’ th’ graduatin’ o’ th’ most recent class o’ cadets from Starfleet Academy.
“Each o’ th’ cadets has made amazin’ progress since th’ time they set first foot on Hepta’s decks, an’ each deserves th’ recognition they are about t’ receive. An’ so, without further ado, I’m callin’ me senior officers t’ join me here.
As he called their names, the officers left their seats in the stands and moved to join TJ. Seth Bern... Jordan Mackler... Barbara Johnson... Doug MacHeath... Jason Reynolds... William Ford... Penfold... Dominic Hawk... Jack Parker... James O’Connor... Xin-Ling Chan...
“An’ ‘tis honored I am t’ introduce t’ ye th’ graduatin’ class. As I call each name, make your way up the dais t’ stand before His Majesty the King.”
Twenty to thirty cadets were called forward, and as they came up, each corresponding department head stood proudly beside TJ, warmly shaking each cadet’s hand as he or she stepped up to the dais, as they had been instructed to do. Yet, each one, awed by the august presence of the good king, found himself or herself kneeling before the benevolent ruler.
As each knelt, the king took a ceremonial sword, tapped the cadet’s shoulders alternately, and commanded them to rise.
After each member of the graduating cadets had been presented to the king, he or she returned to the group at the base of the dais, composed of the officers of the Hepta and an ever-growing number of cadets. Then suddenly, where the king had tapped them on the shoulders, there appeared the pips representative of their new status in Starfleet, though their clothing was still of fine mediaeval cloth. Finally, there remained only four to ascend the majestic staircase to the presence of the king.
“Marine Cadet Gabrille Eve McKnight,” called TJ. The young marine took Colonel MacHeath’s hand, shook it and proceed up the stairs, where she knelt before the king, who took the ceremonial blade, tapping her on her shoulders, as he had done with the previous cadets.
Gabrille came up and knelt before the king.
TJ then called Methos, “Marine cadet Methos.”
Methos shook Col. MacHeath’s hand and them went up to kneel before the King.
TJ then call the two Engineering Cadets forward.
“An’ now,” said the Irishman. “In each class there is displayed a special talent, an’ in each graduation ‘tis our custom t’ award th’ Academy Star of Excellence t’ one o’ th’ performer in th’ mission.
“This term th’ coveted Academy Star goes t’ a cadet that took on trainin’ duties as if he was already an instructor by holdin’ a class in combat trainin’ for both officers an’ cadets, preparin’ them for what they could face on th’ surface of earth of 1000 years ago. ‘Tis th’ highest honor a cadet can receive...
“Cadet Methos, step forward.”
TJ pinned the medal to the costume he was wearing, and smiled. “Well done, me lad!”
Methos was surprised to hear the he was awarded the Academy Star, He stood there as the CO pinned it on his costume. “Thank You, Sir,” Methos said.
”Further, in each class there is an honor also accorded in th’ awardin’ of th’ Academy Ribbon, an this term th’ distinction goes to...
“Engineerin’ Cadet Karigan Mercia, step forward.”
TJ applied the ribbon to Cadet Mercia’s gown with a congratulations.
Kari then said her acceptance.
As the applause subsided for the two specially honored cadets, TJ raised his hands for silence.
“An’ ‘tis assurin’ ye I am that this term those choices were exceedin’ly difficult, since each o’ th’ cadets shone in his or her own way.
“But now, ‘tis a surprise I’m ready t’ share with ye. Some of ye have been starin’ at His Royal Majesty for th’ past twenty minutes, an’ I’m now informin’ ye that you’re not wrong... there is indeed an outstandin’ similarity in appearance he bears t’ our own Commodore ONE. An’ this, me lords an’ ladies, is th’ reason...”
Suddenly, the image of the king changed. No longer did he wear the royal robes, but the uniform normally sported by Commodore ONE – with the exception that TJ’s program had left the crown on his head.
ONE knew what to do. That, besides the fact he was the head of Starbase Conqueror, was the reason he was here tonight. He stood before the attendees and addressed them.
When ONE had finished speaking, the mediaeval costuming of the attendees returned to that which it had been as they arrived. The cadets – no, officers – now wore pips, indicative of their new rank, where the king had tapped them with the ceremonial sword.
Throughout the grandstands, servant men and women brought trays of delicious food and drink to each of the attendees.
The Academy Graduation Banquet had begun
Methos went around and shook hands and then he began to eat from the Banquet.
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Post by jamesoconnor on Feb 7, 2006 14:10:15 GMT
James was always proud on occasions like this. Proud because a bunch of frightened Cadets had been turned into responsible Starfleet officers. Proud because the crew kept growing closer to each other. Proud because on every single mission, the skills of the Instructors grew. And last but not least, proud that they had all made it back in one piece. The Award ceremony was always the culmination of every Hepta mission. It summed up everything the Cadets had done, everything they had achieved, everything they had accomplished. On this particular mission, the Cadets had been thrown back in time to a situation utterly unfamiliar to them. The middle ages were not really a period Starfleet training prepared you for. Yet these Cadets had managed themselves outstandingly. James was proud to have instructed them.
TJ Edwards, the proud Skipper of the USS Hepta, never ceased to amaze James. He always came up with something outrageous on Graduation Day, but this time he had outdoen even himself. Apart from all the splendour, the thing that amused James most was Edwards's programme code that stuck the crown to Commodore ONE's head. The Commodore had managed to trade his medieval garb for a regular Starfleet uniform, but no matter how hard he tried, the crown stayed on. James had never thought Borg could feel emotions, but Commodore ONE came dangerously close to looking annoyed before he accepted his fate and rose to make a speech.
James was roaring hungry and at last the banquet begun.
CONGRATULATIONS ON A JOB WELL DONE EVERYONE!!! NEWLY COMMISIONED OFFICERS, I SALUTE YOU!!! IT HAS BEEN A PLEASURE SERVING WITH YOU!
Commander James O'Connor, XO USS Hepta
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Post by macheath on Feb 7, 2006 19:33:36 GMT
Congratulations Cadets! Or should I say congratulations Officers? I guess the latter's more appropriate. Well done!
Doug was in a quiet mood. He always was on these occasions. Usually, he grew attached to the Cadets under his Instruction and he found it difficult to send them into a world where he was no longer able to look after them. They were so young these kids and although Doug knew he had once been just as young at his own graduation, he would have like the training to go on a bit longer. But it was a dual feeling. Despite his thoughts about how young the Cadets were, he also had full confidence in their abilities. He couldn't quite place his emotion, but Graduations always made him a bit nervous. He walked around, shaking everybody's hands and offering them congratulations. It had been a job well done.
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Post by seth on Feb 7, 2006 21:59:05 GMT
Seth enjoyed the sight of all the cadets recieving the pips, he didn't go through the starfleet academy himself, his experience was enough for him to be able to get a post on the Hepta. In some way it felt odd that he had decided to stay with the beginning, but if you looked at it from the other side it was also the end, in a figure of speach.
It didn't surprise Seth much that Methos and Mercia were awareded a star and a ribbon. In his opinion they deserved it a lot.
Before Methos dug into the banquet, Seth was able to have a brief word with him.
"Well done cadet, no, Lieutenant Methos! You'll have to get used to be pronounced like that! An extra well done for your star of exellence! You deserved it!" Seth said, and smiled.
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"Agreed, perhaps we will see eachother again after a while! I'm looking forward to that day. I'm curious what will become of you. But don't let me keep you from your food any longer, you deserved it, as well!" Seth concluded, and shook Methos' hand.
<Methos>
OFF: Well done all! It was a pleasure simming with all of you!
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Post by methos on Feb 8, 2006 15:51:56 GMT
"Thank you sir. i was just doing what I thought would help the with the mission. I really didn't want anything for it, but since I got I will try and uphold the fine traditions of Star Fleet and Section 47," Methos replied.
"Thank you sir, I too hope to cross paths with you again. It has been fun," Methos said as he shook Seth's hand and began to eat.
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Post by crystal on Feb 9, 2006 0:26:09 GMT
Crystal watches the graduation ceremony with increasing worry. She isn’t worried about the graduating itself, but more about what everyone else is doing in the process of graduating. She notices that each cadet kneels to some sort of king, but she doesn’t think that she’ll be able to do that. She has no wish to kneel again to anyone, no matter what kind of ceremony she is doing. As far as she is concerned she did not join Starfleet to become a part of any obscure and ancient caste, and she hopes that this is going to be the only time that this type of ancient ritual happens. But even if it ends up being so, she doesn’t want to kneel to this person.
“Engineerin’ Cadet Crystal Shinsei...” she hears, and frowns. She steps up, and shakes the Captain’s hand. She knows that she should kneel, but she stays standing instead, and waits to see how the ‘king’ will react.
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She receives her pips anyway, but feels a little embarrassed at disrupting the ceremony the little she did, but even though she had wanted to participate in the ceremony, she can’t bring herself to submit herself the way the kneeling symbolizes.
After the ceremony she looks around, trying to get to know one of the cadets she hasn’t met yet, which is all of them except for Kari.
She walks up to the former marine cadet, Methos, as soon as his conversation with the officer had ended. “Congratulations on your star of excellence. I’m Crystal, I don’t think we ever really met.”
<Tag Methos>
“But when did you learn how to use weaponry from a thousand years ago? And why?” Crystal asks, curious, because she just doesn’t understand the point to doing a thing like that.
<Tag Methos>
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Post by methos on Feb 9, 2006 4:49:03 GMT
"Thank you, I am Methos. It's a pleasure to meet you," Methos said.
"Well, I learned how to use them after I visited the Smithsonian Museum while I was in high school. I don't really know why, but I just liked them, so I thought it would be fun," Methos replied.
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Post by ONE on Feb 10, 2006 9:43:04 GMT
OFF: This is part of the Graduation Ceremony.
ON: Commodore ONE stood in front of the audience. Looking around at this whole Medieval fanfare, he was really wondering why he agreed to this. Apparently Cadet Shinsei felt the same way, for when she reached the stage, she simply shook the Commodore's hand and moved on. He couldn't say he blamed her a bit.
As part of his compromise with Captain Edwards, he reverted to his Starfleet uniform. Unfortunately for him, though, the crown was still stuck on his head. He gritted his teeth and smiled at the audience.
"I am very proud of all of you. Both the cadets and instructors have performed admirably. And while all of these instructors are here because they are the best at what they do, I would like to take a moment today to recognize two of them who have distinguished themselves. As some of you know, I am a man of few words, and this large metal thing on my head is rather obnoxious, so you will forgive my short speech.
"For outstanding performance as an Academy Instructor and the First Officer of the USS Hepta, Commander James O'Connor is hereby awarded the Academy Distinguished Service Medal." Commodore ONE held up a plaque as Commander O'Connor stepped forward to receive his award. They shook hands, Mr. O'Connor took his plaque, and ONE pinned the medal to O'Connor's uniform... err, garments.
Commodore ONE continued: "And for his outstanding performance as an Academy Instructor and Chief Navigation Officer of the USS Hepta, Commander Seth Bern is also hereby awarded the Academy Distinguished Service Medal." ONE held up a similar plaque, and Mr. Bern followed his superior's example in the way he received his award.
As both men stood on stage with Commodore ONE, he wrapped up his little speech. "Gentlemen, these awards are a rare honor. Only five officers before you have been awarded this medal since its inception. It represents our gratitude for your service, and our expectation that it will continue. Fare thee well, good gents," he finished with a hint of a contrived British accent.
"And now," ONE said addressing the crowd at large, "the ceremony has concluded. Let the festivities begin."
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Post by kariganmercia on Feb 10, 2006 17:35:08 GMT
Kari stood up and accepted her her promotion. She quietly said thank you to the Captain as she shok his and as well as the commodore's. She'd come a long way since running into him.
She headed back to her seat and sat down not really expecting to have to get back up.
She was rather startled to having hear her name being called.a second time. Blinking the Betaziod stood up and accepted her medal. To say she wasn't expecting it was an understatement.
She smiled and gave a soft thank you to the Captain's congratulation.
As they were at leave to go and enjoy the festivites, she could hear her grandmother calling for her. She gritted her teeth. Her grandmother knew perfectly well the Cad-- no Ensign's stance on using her telepathic abilities. She was just as strong as her full blooded Grandmother, yet very very rarely used it. The curse of the Dominion War and a young emerging talent.
She took a deep breath and headed for her family. She was surprised to see them here when she'd disembark. Her family while supportive of her and her rather meandering way of life, had made it clear many times that they wished she'd give up her traveling and settle down on Betazed.
"Grandmother, you know perfectly well, I do not use my abilities. I would appreciate it if you would respect that. Besides it is not polite to do so in a mixed company." Kari inwardly grimaced at her tone. She sounded so..pompous. And proper.
Kari's mother stepped in before her mother and daughter could get into one of thier arguements that inveitably popped up when ever Karigan's reluctance came up.
"Kari, we're proud of you. I take it that to recieve that medal is a good honor?" Anabeel asked her daughter who was now wearing the gold of her engineering department.
Kari nodded, "Yes mother, it is."
Kari looked around the holodeck looking for some sort of...not precisely escape, but a way to divert some of her family's attention off of herself. She spotted her fellow engineering cadet, Shinsei and after excusing herself, walked over to where she and the Marine was talking. She politely waited for a break in their conversation before, asking, "Would either of you care to join my family and myself for the evening? She tossed a glance over her shoulder. Trust me, you come and I will be in a very large debt to you."
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Post by methos on Feb 10, 2006 19:41:01 GMT
While Crystal and Methos were talking, Kari came up and asked if either of them would like to join her and her family. Methos said as he held out his hand, "Absolutely, by the way, my name is Methos."
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Post by crystal on Feb 10, 2006 22:54:36 GMT
“Would either of you care to join my family and myself for the evening? Trust me, you come and I will be in a very large debt to you,” Kari asks.
Crystal shrugs, she feels distant from families, anyone’s, but she can see that her fellow engineering graduate would like her to do so, and it is better than standing on her own, not talking to anyone. “Sure,” she says.
“And by the way, congratulations on the award,” Crystal remarks, smiling.
<Tag Kari>
Crystal follows Kari to the people Kari had been talking to earlier. “Hello,” Crystal says to the people she can tell are Kari’s family. “I’m Crystal,” she introduces herself.
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Post by kariganmercia on Feb 11, 2006 18:43:40 GMT
Kari gave a rare smile. "Karigan Mercia," she answered as she shook his hand.
"Thank you." she started to head back to where she had left her family. She could, almost against her will, feel her grandmother's disapproval. Kari knew that in order for her to sense it past her rigid mental defenses, her grandmother had to be projecting it directly at her...and loudly.
"I'm Anabeel Mercia, Karigan's mother." Anabeel said. She was well aware of why Kari had gone and gotten her fellow graduates. From the glare her mother was shooting Kari, so did she.
Kari's father smiled. "Crispin Merica." he shook the young people's hands. "Are you excited about finally becoming officers?" he asked politely. As a Betaziod he really didn't need to ask, but like his daughter, he believed that using them excessively was rude. YEt he also didn't go to the extreme his daughter did. "Have either of you decided on where you will go from here?"
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Post by methos on Feb 11, 2006 20:23:24 GMT
As Methos shook their hands he said, "Ma'am," and "Sir.'
"Yes, sir, I am very excited about finally becoming an officer. And as of yet, I don't have orders to go anywhere, but I hope to go to the Tiger Shark."
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