gracemitchell
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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 23, 2006 16:31:07 GMT
"I didn't know that about her. However are you sure she didn't use telekinetics to sink it?" Lani asked.
Cyle looked shocked!
"For your information, I did that all with my own two hands no telekinetics. I would never do anything that dishonest!" Grace said.
The three of them were approaching the bar when they noticed Frek's unusual head gear. Grace couldn't resist asking "Umm, Frek, is that the latest style?" It wasn't until after she asked the question that she noticed some orange hair sticking out of the bottom.
"What a wonderful color for your hair! Maybe I should try that. I remember once having green hair, however that was to celebrate St Patrick's day, so it probably doesn't count. I think orange suits you." She said trying to sound as positive as possible, making a mental note to find out where he had it done and to never go there.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2006 5:03:23 GMT
"I didn't know that about her. However are you sure she didn't use telekinetics to sink it?" Lani asked. Cyle looked shocked! "For your information, I did that all with my own two hands no telekinetics. I would never do anything that dishonest!" Grace said. The three of them were approaching the bar when they noticed Frek's unusual head gear. Grace couldn't resist asking "Umm, Frek, is that the latest style?" It wasn't until after she asked the question that she noticed some orange hair sticking out of the bottom. "What a wonderful color for your hair! Maybe I should try that. I remember once having green hair, however that was to celebrate St Patrick's day, so it probably doesn't count. I think orange suits you." She said trying to sound as positive as possible, making a mental note to find out where he had it done and to never go there. "ya know, i always thought about going bright pink, with a few strands of green in it," Cyle said with a huge smile on his face, trying very hard not to roll on the floor and laugh. 'i think i'm getting used to this place' Cyle thought
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2006 2:02:50 GMT
Frek's exploits had become somewhat of a legend around the ship. News of them traveled quickly, and often changed along the way, of course the truth was often not much worse then reality. That said, any news traveled quickly around the ship, a fact which sometimes made Melain wonderd if she should be checking around corners for evesdropping crewmen.
Just after frek explained his latest mishap they where joined By Grace, Hannah and Cyle who all asked about what had happened. Melain got the feeling that Frek really did not want to explain it again. "I sugested that Frek see the ship's barber about the pink colour job he got on DS9 from that crazed Klingon. He (for once) took my advice... let's just say the ship's barber is not much better. I think Orange is better though. I supose if you really hate it you could always visit a hairdresser back on the Assailent, they can't all be bad."
<Tag Frek>
Melain felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see Javell holding two glasses of punch. "I thought you might like something to drink. Massally seems ot have settled in with the other kids."
"Thank you, I geuss the kids are used to being around kids different then them. It's certainly an improvement over what I had at that age." Melain replied.
"You where subject to xenophobia?" Javell asked. "On earth, I find that hard to believe."
"It was just a few kids. In a way it was our, the outsiders, fault. We kind of kept ourselves apart so the Humans did not really know what to think about us. Anyway, I was more worried about her disability then her her species being a problem." Melain clarified, taking a sip of her punch.
"Kids find that kind of thing really interesting, it gives them something to work around, to overcome." Javell pointed out. "You look really nice tonight, you should let your hair down a little more often."
Melain almost choaked on her punch, she didn't need to ask Grace why Javell was acting like he was, now she knew. "Um, thank you, but I don't think it would be very hygenic." her heart beat so hard she thought it would leap out of her chest. She knew that men found her attractive, Rachel wasted no time pointing that out every chance she got. But she was too busy for a relationship, and frankly she did not even know where to begin. Sure she'd dates a few times, once in high School, twice at the Academy. But none of those relationships had lasted over three months, and she never expected them to amount to much.
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Post by fthelev on Mar 27, 2006 14:46:38 GMT
Frek gave the two women a sour look. As usual they all seemed to be having a little too much fun at his expense. It was hard universe without love. “You know,” Frek pointed out, “I don’t think it has been painted. That Klingon must have done something experimental on me.” “Experimental?” Hannah sounded a bit unbelieving and Melain had turned around to accept a drink. Frek ignored the tone in Hannah’s voice. “Yeah. It’s almost as if my hair grows in this colour or that it paints itself.” He sighed unhappily. “And it seems every time I mess with it, it changes colour.” The engineer padded him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, it looks great,” she said sympathetically and quickly turned around. “Huh…” Frek grunted, she sounded as convincing as a Ferengi trying to be honest.
On the other end of the messhall Jira was climbing on a chair. Frek sincerely hoped he wasn’t going to do a dance or something like that. He had seen some Trills dance. Usually one word came to mind. Don’t!. But instead of entertaining, or horrifying, the crew with a dance he clapped his hands a couple of times to get their attention. “Ladies, gentlemen,” he started when everyone went quiet, “After careful deliberation I’ve recommended one officer to Section 47 command to take the place of our former first officer Colonel Zhukarak. I just received their formal reply that my recommendation has been accepted.” By now even the ones that were still murmuring went quiet; everyone wanted to hear who would become the new XO. After a short rest for the dramatic effect the Commodore continued. “I have the honour to promote Lieutenant Commander Stevenson to the function of first officer of the USS Nevada-A, with all the responsibilities and privileges that come with the rank, effective as of now. Congratulations Commander Stevenson.”
Almost a week had past since the party and the official promotion of Hannah to the position of the ship’s XO. Things were starting to settle again after recent adventures, except for his disappointment of an officer junior in rank being chosen as the new first officer. Although deep inside he knew Melain was right when she said it would probably not be the best of ideas to put him in command. The transport had arrived shortly after the festivities and with its holds filled with what remained of the treasure on the treasure planet the ships has set course back to Federation space. The Nevada officially being ordered to escort the transport all the way to Betazed. Clearly they didn’t want to risk losing the artefacts again.
Jennifer Paver had just taken over the helm from Frek at the end of his shift and he was clear to go. It had been a quiet and uneventful day. Sometimes it was just great to have a day like that. He was about to step into the lift to take him to his quarters when Melain stepped out and bumped into him. “Ah I see you are both here.” The voice of their commanding officer came from behind him, “My ready room.” Frek gave Melain a puzzling look, but she just shrugged. She didn’t know either; she had just been called to come up. Somewhat uncertain Frek followed the doctor and the Commodore in. “I have just received an urgent message from Admiral Lin,” he said looking up to them from behind his desk. He didn’t look too pleased. “You both have been recalled to Starbase Assailant. A vessel will rendezvous with us in a few hours to take you there. Get ready.” The officers standing before the desk exchanged a glance. What was going on? Not again something that would try and eat their brains, Frek thought despairingly. “Captain,” Melain asked carefully, “Why?” Jira sighed. “I don’t know. Apparently it’s top secret. They didn’t tell me either.”
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OOC: Okay people, that’s it. The official end of this mission. Let’s get ready for the next one!
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