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Post by imad on Sept 26, 2007 15:41:07 GMT
Imad wandered along the concourse looking at the different signs that gave directions to the various departments that were housed on that particular level of the station. After a few minutes of reading three or four of the signs, Imad reached the conclusion that he was hopelessly lost. The acting ensign consulted the PADD that he was carrying in his left hand. Upon the access device a small map was displayed, and Imad returned to his point of origin and proceeded to retrace his steps. He turned the PADD in his hands as he followed the path he had chosen to bring him to his current destination.
~It's a good thing I am not a CONN officer.~ the Lebanese medic remarked to himself. A tiny arrow blipped on the screen of the PADD, next to the arrow the words 'You Are Here' flashed in repetition. ~Thank you for telling me what I already know. It should read 'Do Not Panic' instead.~ Tired of using the PADD to tell him how he had gotten lost, Imad consulted one of the station's patrons.
"Excuse me sir, can you tell me where the marine..." Imad asked the man closest to him, the medic's voice tapered off as the man continued walking, not paying Imad the least bit of attention. "Nice friendly people here," Imad commented in a low tone, "a person could get to like this station." The acting ensign turned to another person who happened to be walking by. "Excuse me Ma'am, could you tell me where the marine contingency is housed on the station?"
(OOC: If someone wants to jump in here that's fine. If not I can NPC this part.)
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Post by pollyedwards on Sept 26, 2007 17:23:18 GMT
ooc: don't panic? been reading tuhgttg huh?
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Polly turned, regarding the newcomer with surprise. The young man was wearing a teal uniform, though he had a certain air about him that made her think he was more a combat medic than a regular fleeter.
"Oh hello there," she returned the greeting. "The Marine contingency? Oh dear...no I don't think I know where that is sorry. I can, however direct you to sickbay or Major Stone's office. I was headed for sickbay anyway."
Polly gave Mrad a sad smile, even as she shifted the weight of the basked she was carrying to her left arm, while sticking out her right hand at him. "I'm Polly Edwards, not having any specific job around here really. I sit in on the classes taught here, though I'm applying to become a herbal teacher." Her smile widened a little, losing the edge of sadness. "I'm of Irish stock," she said proudly, "and I know everything there is to know about potions and herbal poultices."
She shifted the weight of her basket again. "And you are?" she queried, raising her eyebrows at the medical acting ensign.
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Post by imad on Sept 27, 2007 4:46:48 GMT
(OOC: I read Douglas Adams' complete works every summer. It keeps me sane. ) IC: Imad listened as Polly Edwards explained that she did not know where the Marines were, only a Major Stone's office and sickbay. He thought about his question, wondering if he had stated it clearly, then realized that he had made a mistake with his English. ~That should be 'contingent' I think. It is polite of her not to correct me. Perhaps I should wear my commbadge and just speak Arabic to avoid any further confusion.~He was slightly intrigued when she mentioned being Irish and also having a knowledge of herbs. ~Does one influence the other?~ Imad wondered if being Lebanese meant he had any special cultural skills he didn't know about. He took the woman's hand and shook it firmly, but not too tightly. "I am Imad, my family name is Mrad, but you can call me Imad," he replied to Polly's inquiry about who he was. "I am an acting ensign in the medical program but I am hoping to be assigned to my older brother's marine platoon as a field medic," he explained. "Our family has a proud military history. My father served with the Starfleet marines and my brother joined and now I am looking to join him. My mother is a doctor so I take after both parents," Imad said then flashed Polly a brilliant smile. "Would it be too forward of me to ask if I could accompany you to sickbay?" Imad inquired, noticing the ring on Polly's finger that indicated she was a married woman. He didn't know what rules the Irish observed when it came to single men speaking to married women.
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Sept 27, 2007 8:41:13 GMT
Cadet 4th class McLeod was lost yet again. That made twice in as many days, but she figured by the time classes started, she'd know the station like the back of her hand.
Rounding a corner, she recognized a familiar face, having just met Polly at the Bakery. She was talking to what Ainsleigh couldn't help but observe, a handsome young man in a medical uniform.
"Polly, nice to see you again. How is your husband doing?" she politely asked. Choosing not to add any comments about her own condition. After all, McLeod figured she had all afternoon to wander. Eventually she'd find her way back to her quarters.
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Post by pollyedwards on Sept 27, 2007 13:39:15 GMT
"Oh not at all," Polly answered brightly, "in fact I could use the company. My husband's not very talkative at the moment...though I'm sure he hears everything I tell him. He does respond, you see."
Just then the other cadet turned up, looking somewhat uncertain. "I'm not sure," Polly mused, the sadness returning to her face. "He's responsive, and definitely responding to treatment, but we can't get him to wake up. I'm just going there to see him." The young woman motioned towards Mrad. "Cadet McLeod, meet Acting Esign Mrad. Mr Mrad didn't you say you are a combat medic? Perhaps you could have a look at my husband. Perhaps you see something our doctors have missed?"
She cast a hopeful look on the marine medic, almost pleading. "McLeod, what did you say your specialty was again?" She shifted the weight of her basket again. Standing still was starting to bear it's toll on the 19-year old, and she really didn't want to remain standing here. "Shall we go then?" she suggested to both young people.
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Sept 27, 2007 14:41:12 GMT
The profound sadness at mention of her husband, Ainsleigh genuinely felt a twinge of empathy. "He's going to be alright, I just know it.".
Starfleet had the best medical care in the Federation, so to ask an Ensign to take a look after the care already given showed Ainsleigh how much this young woman cared. She, with her mother's help, had run from an arranged marriage. To see this young woman so pained hurt her.
"I'm hoping to be asssigned to the science department," McLeod answered, "though I have medical training."
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Post by imad on Sept 28, 2007 4:11:00 GMT
The medic listened intently, surmising that Polly Edwards' husband was in a comatose state in sickbay. He smiled and nodded a greeting to the Cadet. She was young, even to his 21 year old eyes, she looked younger. ~Perhaps she is a teen prodigy that Starfleet has accepted.~ He turned his attention back to Polly as she asked him if he would make a prognosis on her husband's condition.
Imad couldn't bring himself to refuse the woman's request. ~How do I tell her I am just a medic? I can do 'meatball surgery' and patch up wounded marines but somethings are better left to specialists. But it will not hurt to examine her husband..perhaps his attending physician will not mind.~ he convinced himself.
"I will examine your husband," Imad told Mrs. Edwards, "a doctor with a fresh perspective may be just what he requires." The young medic smiled re-assuringly as they began to walk towards sickbay. He listened as the young woman explained which field she planned to study.
"Is there any field in particular that you are interested in?" he asked the cadet. "I mean, within the study of science itself?"
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Sept 28, 2007 15:18:07 GMT
Ainsleigh fell in step with Polly and Imad, momentarily putting aside her search for the USS Hepta. "My primary field of study is genetics with a background in cryptobiology."
Looking at Polly struggling with a basket, "Can I take that for you?" The 5'2" redhead was deceptively strong for her size. The twenty year old cadet was well aware that see looked barely fifteen and weighing in at 45.4 kilos sopping wet, she was often underestimated.
She had used these things to her advantage. Most recently on her trip to SB 47. It had been a long journey from her homeworld out on the frontier. As cocky as she was capable of being, it was the first time she was without family. On that freighter from home to her first stop was a little frightening. It sunk in that she was alone and the universe was a big place. To avoid unwanted advances, she played the child and attached herself to a family traveling with young children.
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Post by imad on Sept 29, 2007 14:44:35 GMT
Cadet McLeod called his attention to Polly Edwards' struggle with her over-sized basket. Imad realized that in Western societies it would be considered 'polite' if he were to take the woman's basket. Sizing up McLeod, then looking at how unwieldy the basket seemed, Imad was sure that the basket would be a tough assignment for the petite young woman. ~But she shows remarkable pluck.~ he thought admiringly.
"If you will allow me," Imad said, holding out a hand for the basket, "I do not wish either of you to be encumbered by what I could carry. If you will humor me, let's just say it would appease my ego if you would both allow me to carry the basket." Imad flashed them both a smile then moved slightly to the left to avoid walking into another person as they strolled along the corridor.
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Sept 29, 2007 19:38:18 GMT
Ainsleigh appreciated the offer, even though the basket wasn't particularly heavy, it was awkward.
McLeod decided that small talk was probably the best for Polly. It may lighten her mental burden. Seeing Imad's insignia, "Have you received your ship assignment yet?".
As the trio rounded the corridor, the medical center came into view. Ainsleigh mentally chided herself for not carrying her PADD. She could have dropped her medical records off. Well, no such luck. At least she now knew where to find sickbay!
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Post by pollyedwards on Sept 29, 2007 21:14:42 GMT
"That's mighty gracious of you sir," Polly answered politely, handing the basket over just as McLeod reached to take it from her. "Let the man carry it," she whispered confidently at the smaller woman, "lest it'd dent his ego as he just confessed himself."
As they let Mrad carry the basket, which was filled with home made cakes and stuff she brought daily to her husband, just to let him have a scent of home, Polly offered another smile at Ainsleigh. "So you're into genetics? Botanic genetics as well? I've tried crossing.." She launched into a language that was known between scientists, using a lot of latin names for plants. "However it never started to grow. I've also tried crossing many medicinal plants, so it'd save me having to grow two where I could then need only the one for both purposes. And I just can't get Juniper to grow here in the arboretum...any thoughts?"
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Sept 29, 2007 22:26:26 GMT
"I have some background in botanical genetics, however my expertise is in zoology," she responded. Having come from an agrarian society, she hadn't much choice when she started her studies. It was the only way her mother got her father to agree to her education was by showing an advantage to the family.
"I'd love to see your lab," she genuinely acknowledged.
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Post by imad on Sept 29, 2007 23:15:38 GMT
The aroma coming from the basket made Imad hungry and he realized it had been at least six hours since he had eaten. ~I must get some food. Perhaps after I finish examining Mrs. Edwards' husband I can look for the food court.~ The Acting Ensign listened to Cadet McLeod's query then responded with, "I have not been assigned to a ship as of yet. I hope that I will get posted with my brother..he's a major in the marines." The smell of the baked goods made Imad's stomach rumble and his mouth snapped shut like a steel trap.
For the rest of the journey to sickbay he listened as Mrs. Edwards and Cadet McLeod discussed their interests in the sciences. Upon arriving, he returned the basket to Polly Edwards and said, "If you'll excuse me, I want to have a word with your husband's physician before I examine him."
But before he left the two women, Imad turned to Cadet McLeod. "If you wouldn't mind waiting until I am finished with the examination, I would enjoy conversing with you afterwards."
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Sept 30, 2007 0:16:59 GMT
"Not at all," was her immediate response to Imad's request. All she'd been doing was wandering around the SB, lost for the most part. She knew she was on Deck 16, because it was noted on the walls at most intersections.
She wondered if he wanted to be a medic in the marines or just assigned to whatever ship his brother's unit was on. Chiding herself, ~He's wearing a starfleet uniform!~ She started to speculate what he wanted to talk to her about.
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Post by imad on Sept 30, 2007 18:04:38 GMT
Imad found the acting station CMO in his office. He then proceeded to relate to Dr. Barnes how he had met Mrs. Edwards and how she had all but implored him to examine her husband. "She is very worried about her spouse Sir," Imad explained, "I have no doubt that you have treated him with the full range of your abilities. I'm not asking for permission to examine Captain Edwards because I think you have been lax in your duties, but because I told Mrs. Edwards that I would. May I proceed?"
The acting CMO was gracious and understood the context of Imad's request but there was protocol to follow in such situations. The Commander pulled Imad's file up on his desk console and perused the acting ensign's qualifications. "It says here that you served as a combat medic for two years in the Marine Reserves then transferred to their Flight Wing. Am I to understand that you haven't practiced medicine in a year?"
"Yes Sir, but it is like riding a bicycle is it not? Once you learn you don't forget," Imad replied with a smile.
The doctor studied Imad then asked, "Why did you apply for medical studies instead of helm or navigation?"
"Helm is Fleet-side Commander," the Acting Ensign promptly responded, "I am a marine just as my father was and his father before him." ~Is this an interrogation?~ "If that is all may I examine Captain Edwards now?" Imad asked, tiring of the Q&A session.
"No, Ensign Mrad," the doctor said as he sighed, "I don't think I can allow that. You might be well qualified but you also might be rusty and out of practice. Perhaps if you spent some time here on duty and took some refresher courses I might allow it in time." Dr. Barnes noticed the frown that Imad was wearing and added, "It's nothing personal Ensign, but I have to have the best interests of the patient in the fore-front of my mind."
"Yes Sir, I understand Commander," Imad said, acknowledging the CMO's decision. He left the Commander's office and made his way over to Polly Edwards where she sat beside her husband, talking to him as if he were awake. Cadet McLeod stood a few feet away watching the scene with a look of pity on her features.
"Ma'am, I am sorry but the CMO will not give me permission to examine your husband," Imad informed Polly quietly. "If there is anything else I can do for you I would be most happy to do so. I will take my leave of you now. If you need someone to talk to or just to listen I am only a commlink away." With these words he took his leave of the Captain's wife, not wanting to intrude on her privacy any longer.
Imad stopped to speak with Cadet McLeod. "I haven't eaten in quite a few hours and Mrs Edwards' confections made me aware of my hunger. I overheard some cadets mention the Asian Garden Restaurant and the cuisine sounded suitable. Would you like to go there? We could talk on our way and while we wait." Imad suggested.
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Sept 30, 2007 18:46:59 GMT
Cadet 4th class McLeod responded as she too had not eaten either, "I'd love to. ". The pair left sickbay and headed for the turbolift. The young marine put Ainsleigh at ease and she proceeded to tell him that she'd met Polly at Tante Marie's Bakery.
"Those baked goods smelled so good. That's what brought me there in the first place.", pausing, not sure whether to tell him about what had transpired with Commander K'ratek and asking for advise. Kind of an afterthought, more to herself, "Never did get to eat."
The turbolift arrived and she stepped aside to allow a couple of medical officers to disembark, before stepping in herself. The doors closed and Ainsleigh waited for Imad to tell the computer what deck. If left to her, they could easily end up in engineering.
It wasn't her fiery temperment that got the young woman in trouble, but her penchant for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. This combined with her internal compass not aligning with north, left her turning left if anything was located right.
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Post by imad on Sept 30, 2007 20:41:00 GMT
"Deck 26, Section 17," Imad said, confident that the lift moved horizontal as well as vertical. ~If not I'm sure there are plenty of signs to help us find the restaurant.~ he thought hopefully. The lift hummed as it sped along on its way.
"So why did you not get a chance to eat at the Bakery?" he asked McLeod, noticing that her story had deviated from the topic toward the end. "Do they sell out of produce quickly?" Imad wondered outloud, remembering the mouth-watering aroma that had been wafting from Polly Edwards' basket.
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Oct 1, 2007 0:53:09 GMT
Ainsleigh was almost relieved to have someone to tell. "I went in to grab a bite and the largest Klingon I've ever seen," she didn't add,~the only Klingon I've ever seen,~" noticed me and waved me over to his table.".
Turning to face Imad and exagerating the look of horror, "His name is K'ratek and he's a commander. The table was full of officers!" Letting out a laugh, "He seemed to enjoy ambushing cadets."
"Well, he 'offered'," McLeod accented 'offered', "me, along with the other cadets, to meet him in Holodeck 6 tommorrow. He said to use our imaginations and bring what we whated!"
Taking a breath, "I just arrived three days ago with my alotted one duffelbag with the weight allowance of a cadet 4th class! I didn't exactly pack weapons," she didn't mention the dirk she wore in her right boot, "and I seriously doubt the armory is going to give me a phaser."
Giving him her best incredulous look, "I couldnt very well say no!" , as if to explain how she had gotten herself into this situation. "Needless to say, I lost my appetite."
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Post by imad on Oct 1, 2007 2:53:06 GMT
"Klingons can be intimidating," he admitted, "and a Commander even more so. But he did say you could bring whatever you wanted and to use your imagination. Perhaps he doesn't mean a weapon." Imad thought for a few minutes then said, "Although it isn't likely, Klingons like weapons." The acting ensign laughed and said, "But it is hard to imagine a Klingon in a bakery though. They just don't seem to be the type that would enjoy a bran muffin or croissant."
The lift stopped and Imad waited for the cadet to exit. He followed and walked along beside her. He could see the restaurant and its brightly lit sign from the moment he had left the lift. It was a short walk to Asian Garden. They entered the establishment and Imad gasped and then went and knelt beside the small pool in the lobby. Bright orange scaled fish swam in the pool.
"These are koi." he exclaimed in wonder. "I have read about them but never seen one before. In Japanese culture they are supposed to bring good fortune. Some people get them tattooed on their body for good luck." Imad watched the fish swim in the pool. He looked up at McLeod. "Do they have koi where you are from?"
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Oct 1, 2007 7:44:16 GMT
The large, colorful fish were beautiful. "No, no koi. We have native species of fish, most inedible and those that were planted from earth." The koi swam in languid circles coming to the surface as if expecting to be fed.
A woman in a long, red, Chinese dress with a slit up one side quiried, "Reservations?" Since this was obviously last minute, Ainsleigh answered, "No.".
"It will be a couple of minutes," and the hostess turned to go prepare a table. Rich smells waifed from the restaurant and McLeod was looking forward to trying new foods. In the short time she'd been away from home, she realized how narrow her life experiences had been.
The woman had returned carrying two menus, "This way," , and she turned with full expectation that they would follow. Imad allowed her to follow first and the hostess took them to a semicircle booth. Ainsleigh slid in, all the while taking in the rich, red decor.
"Your waiter will be with you shortly," and she turned and left, her dress snuggly fitting her small build. Elaborate hair pins dangled delicately out of her up done hair. Ainsleigh was observing all this while trying not to gawk.
Looking over the menu she almost laughed out loud. Moo shu pork. Kung pao chicken. Until now, she'd just heard these on the vids. The new cadet wanted to try everything, but instead, "What would you recommend?" she asked Imad.
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Post by imad on Oct 1, 2007 15:48:11 GMT
"Well I prefer Szechuan cuisine," Imad said admiring the restaurant's exquisite decor before picking up the menu, "although that is not for everyone because it is traditionally a very spicy food. They use a natural sort of peppercorn in its preparation. Kung Pao chicken, for example, is a dish that is originally Szechuan."
He glanced at the menu and picked out a few favorites then looked at McLeod and suggested, "I think we should order a platter so that you can chose your favorite but not limit yourself to a few dishes."
When the waitress returned Imad did his best not to gawk at the stunning beauty of the Asian woman. He confidently ordered for both he and McLeod choosing the Szechuan dishes of Kung Pao chicken, Twice Cooked pork and Sesame chicken. But to mix up the flavors also included some dishes from Hunan such as General Tso's chicken and Orange chicken with bok choi and crunchy green beans. Imad also asked for lo mein and mai fun noodles, steamed vegetables and last but not least fragrant rice. Returning the menus to the waitress, he smiled at McLeod and said, "I hope you came hungry."
Once their waitress left, Imad looked at the cadet and said, "Perhaps now would be a good time for us to get to know each other better. Tell me about yourself please, where are you from for instance, and why did you join Starfleet? And please, call me Imad."
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Oct 1, 2007 18:36:18 GMT
Grateful that he ordered, "I love spicy," she responded to his description of Szechuan cuisine.
"Call me Ainsleigh," and she launched into a narrative about her homeworld. "I come from Sineal Bith, a frontier planet that is the definition of the middle of nowhere.". Laughing, "Actually, the name means New World."
"My ancestors founded it and had an idealistic idea of simpler times," she continued, her face showing mild disapproval of the notion. "My family is a member of the Council of Twelve. The council is made up of the original eleven largest landholders and one floating representative from the smaller landholders and unless you like sheep or growing things alot, its pretty boring."
She didn't add that political intrigue and machinations had started from the beginning and things had really gotten interesting with the discovery of dilithium. Or that with her mother's help, she'd received an education that went far beyond what was considered necessary for a woman.
"I joined Starfleet," and here she laughed again and teased, "because I want to eat something besides mutton."
Still smiling, "Now your turn. Where are you from and what made you join Starfleet?"
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Post by imad on Oct 2, 2007 4:12:59 GMT
Imad shared a laugh with Ainsleigh over her remark about mutton. It wasn't one of his favorite foods, so he could understand how people would tire of consuming it day in and day out.
"Myself?" Imad replied with a smile, "Nothing so glamorous as a new planet, I'm from Earth, Beirut, Lebanon to be exact. It's not one of the larger cities on my planet but I like it well enough." He smiled and nodded in thanks to their waitress as she brought them two cups and a small pot of tea. Imad poured Ainsleigh a cup of the steaming liquid and placed it in front of her before doing the same for himself. "My father is a colonel in the marines, my mother is a doctor, we lived well. I went to university to study medicine but left to pursue a career with Starfleet."
He held the cup to his mouth, savoring the aroma of the tea before drinking a small amount. Placing the cup on the table Imad continued, "I really don't know why I joined..maybe to prove something to my father, or perhaps to make a difference and possibly for adventure."
"I do know that I enjoy talking to you Ainsleigh," Imad told the young woman, "you are easy to talk to." Suddenly embarrassed by his honesty, Imad quickly changed the subject. "What do you think you will take with you to the holo-deck tomorrow?"
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Post by ainsleighmcleod on Oct 2, 2007 5:27:10 GMT
Ainsleigh caught Imad's sudden change of subject, but she smiled inwardly for he'd articulated her feelings exactly. Not showing she'd noticed his embarrassment, she picked up her tea and cupped the small vessel with both hands. The warmth of the tea transmitted to the cup.
"Mmmm..., not like the teas I'm used to, but I like it," setting the cup down.
Answering his question, "I've been thinking about that." She paused, pondering, and finally with a serious tone, "I think I'll leave weapons to whatever I find on the holo-deck. My best assets are my mind and I'm quick and very agile." Stopping, the cadet realized that that last statement could sound arrogant.
Now it was her turn to be embarrassed. Laughing to cover, "At least I think I'm fast!" Laughing genuinely now as she had a cartoonish mental picture of herself running with the Klingon commander in close pursuit. "I haven't heard killing cadets is in any of the training manuals."
Just then their waiter came bearing plates heapped with food. Ainsleigh moved her tea cup to give him more room. It looked and smelled wonderful. Gamely she picked up the chopsticks.
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Post by kratak on Oct 2, 2007 13:19:32 GMT
Entering the eating establishment he was looking for one of the cadets and spotted her. Quitely he walked up be hind her in time to hear what she was going to bring to the training he had planned.
He smiled when he heard her answer no weapons this was a step in the right direction. His plan was not to make them soldiers but test them in there own area's of study. Looking at the Ensign and clearing his throat.
" I'm glad to hear that you are using your head and thinking, I would have been disappointed if you brought just weapons. You are after all a science cadet and that will come in handy for what I have planned."
Looking at the Ensign " I dont beleave we I know you, I"m Commander K'ratak" pausing for a moment knowing that the next statement would grab the cadets antention " I'm the tatical officer and the Acting First Officer of the Hepta, Chances are Cadet Mcleod will be on my ship. What better way to know ones cadets then training you are welcome to join us Ensign if you would like"
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