Episode 5: Deck the halls

Episode 5: Deck the Halls - Deck the Halls

A Mission Post by Commander Phoenix Lalor

Mission: Episode 5: Deck the Halls

Location: Deck 16 - Grand Ballroom

Timeline: MD1 ( December 15th 2394)

The Elysium was docked. Docked quietly in its new berth on Starbase Gamma. Those injured were recovering, and crew were transferring in and out. The remaining crew were having a well-deserved R& R on the Starbase as they celebrated the holiday season. Well those who celebrated it did.

Commander Phoenix Lalor did not. She was Erisian and Erisians did not have such holidays. Birthdays were the main event celebrated, more so if you were male, and then only the big ones. 1 Yr, 5 yrs, 10, 13, 16 and 21. Then at 30,40 and so on. But Phoenix understood tradition.

With that in mind, she had, ordered the Grand ballroom on Deck 16 (Yeah the ship had one) decorated in the WINTER WONDERLAND Theme with a Large decorated Christmas Tree and (holographic) elves and the ‘red-man’ Santa. Music played 24/7 and food was brought in and out onto a buffet table on one side of the room. Phoenix had made it a 24/7 Christmas celebration for those who wanted it.

She peeked in every so often and smiled as the younger children of the ship ran about having snowball fights in the designated area and playing tag among the decorations and tables.

Now she stood silently watching as the teenagers of the ship, ran amok in the snow and laughed together. Celebration was what was needed by her crew. Celebration, something to banish what they had just been dealing with.

She put the brave face on it. The beings were dead. Gone. But part of it still niggled at her. Perhaps they weren't. Starfleet was already sending a group out to investigate the nebular and see if there were more. She prayed there wasn't. Sighing, she forced the smile onto her face, turned and headed for her office. Paper work waited for no one.

Episode 5: Deck the Halls - Of shoes and ships and Socrates...

A Mission Post by Ensign T'Saralonde & Commander Gary Taylor

Mission: Episode 5: Deck the Halls

Location: Executive Officer's Office

Timeline: MD1 1030

T'Saralonde did not bother checking her appearance as she prepared to present herself to Commander Taylor. She already knew her appearance was pristine. Her uniform was in order, her long hair was in a loose but still regulation ponytail, and she had in hand the PADD the contained both her personnel record and her orders, all that regulation and custom required. Without hesitation, she signaled her presence to her new (and first) executive officer on the other side of the door.

On the other side of the door, Gary was doing what was the bane for all officers......paperwork. Raising his head at the sound of the chime. He automatically called out "Enter" even as he checked his schedule and didn't see any appointments on it. Rising from his chair,he briefly allowed his mind to wander and hoped it was Lia.He hadn't spoken with her today and he could use a break. Turning an expectant eye toward the doors he waited to see who came through them.

T'Saralonde entered the office without hesitation or apprehension, posting herself squarely in front of his desk.

"Ensign T'Saralonde, Commander, reporting with my orders," she stated, presenting the PADD with said orders.

"Yes, we are expecting some new crew transfers." Gary answered, "Please have a seat." he offered as he looked over her orders. Sitting back down Gary was silent for several seconds as he read through her orders and background. Raising his head, he looked directly into her eyes. "Very impressive Ensign. I see that you were a researcher at the Vulcan Academy of Sciences and also attended Starfleet Academy."

T'Saralonde took the proffered seat, her posture remaining alert. "I found myself most appreciative of the generalist approach of Starfleet Academy. To use individuals from human history, Commander, I found the Academy sought to cultivate the Francis Bacons and Leonardo Da Vincis within its midst, for which I am grateful."

"A very astute observation Ensign. The Academy strives to get each cadet to rise to the potential they all have within them." He looked down at orders, then back at her. "Why did you request the Elysium Ensign?"

T'Saralonde paused for a moment, before asking, "Are you familiar with the tenets of Kol-Ut-Shan, Commander? Infinite Diversity in Infinity Combinations?"

"I am, though I'm no expert." He admitted. "You are describing the IDIC." He observed, "And you're saying by joining the Elysium you can achieve your maximum potential through the infinite diversity being both a member of the crew as well as the missions the ship undertakes Or am I mistaken?"

"That would be an adequate approximation, though not a complete one," T'Saralonde responded. "The concept of 'maximum potential' is similar to infinity, in that neither exists in the material universe. They are concepts which are spoken of as being approached, but not achieved. Your planet's philosopher Plato touched on this concept in his 'Allegory of the Cave.'"

T'Saralonde paused before apologizing. "Forgive me, Commander. I am a granddaughter of a philosopher and I find that. if I do not check myself, my discourses evolve into subjects metaphysical. But yes, I do hope, as I believe most rational individuals do, to achieve my maximum potential, and I do believe the Elysium would be part of the path that would allow me to do so. However, I believe it more important to be part of an experience, be it as starship officer, an academic researcher, or some other position, that promotes the tenets of Kol-Ut-Shan, whether I directly benefit from that experience or not. Being an officer on the Elysium will allow me to do it. And so I am here. Wuh olozhikaik hasu bolau bae'cok u' wuh olozhikaik hasu. A rational being must act as a rational being."

"I see." Gary replied slowly. "Thank you for pointing out the differences." He paused and placed his hands together,looking at her. "Nothing to forgive Ensign.You explained what you are hoping to achieve as a member of the Elysium's crew. I believe we can help you reach your maximum potential and you can enrich ours while you are a member of the crew. As for a rational being acting as a rational being, while that is expected and hoped for, you will find on occasion that it is not true."

T'Saralonde left eyebrow arched a centimeter before responding. "If every sentient being acted rationally when called upon to do so, Commander, then there would have never been a need for Surak, Cicero and the like. The discipline my people are know for does not expect rational behavior at all times; rather, it calls for one to strive for that goal. We may be prisoners in Plato's world of shadows, but we may still strive to see the light that cast those shadows." T'Saralonde paused before adding. "On a less abstract note, Commander, I look forward to serving on the Elysium."

Gary nodded at T'Saralonde's statement. "Very true Ensign as well as being very enlightened. We look forward to your service here on the Elysium.I am sure you will continue the impressive work you began at the Vulcan Academy of Sciences and through your time at Starfleet Academy. Welcome aboard the Elysium, Ensign T'Saralonde."

"Thank you, sir," T'Saralonde said, coming to her feet. "I appreciate the opportunity," she added, extending her hand.

Gary rose, extending his hand as he did to grasp hers in a firm but warm handshake. "I'm sure you will make the most of it Ensign. For now you are dismissed."

"Aye aye, sir," T'Saralonde responded, as she made her exit, returning to her quarters with...if not determination, then certainly focus, as her mind began mapping out her activities for the day.

Sitting back down, Gary watched T'Saralonde exit his office.He had no doubt that the Vulcan would be an excellent addition to the crew and that good things were in store for her.

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Episode 5: Deck the Halls - The Best Christmas Gift

A Mission Post by Commander Liselle Qwyyn & Commander Gary Taylor

Mission: Episode 5: Deck the Halls

Location: SB Gamma - Food Court

Timeline: MD 1

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Liselle Qwyyn breathed a happy sigh. Her smile beamed bright as she strolled in to the tiny restaurant on the periphery of the food court on Starbase Gamma. Silver garland draped down from the entrance way, adorned with flashing lights of red, green, and white. Just inside she could see a tall pine tree, decorated with all of the trimmings from the sappiest of Christmas movies she had once watched with David while he was still serving aboard the Elysium. Each table was adorned with a checkered green and red cloth, and the staff wore Elven shoes and red hats. She herself had dressed in red tights and an over-sized green sweater whose sleeves fell down over her hands.

It was perfect.

She had asked Gary to meet her here for a working lunch -- a pretense for the Christmas gift she wanted to give him. Qwyyn wasn't certain if he celebrated the holiday. Truthfully, she found the further she was from Earth the less she saw of any observance of the tradition. But even as a Trill, she absolutely adored the human custom.

Liselle waited for him there at the entrance, standing by the Christmas tree, and deeply inhaling the crisp scent of pine while dangling ornaments reflected in her sparkling eyes.

Gary had received Liselle's invitation to meet her for a working lunch. He was well aware of the festive mood as he entered the food court. This was his first Christmas without Catlin and he was struggling not to be a Scrooge and inflict a bah Humbug! mood on others, especially Liselle as she had sounded so happy when she asked him to lunch. He looked down at the package he held in his hands. It was a Christmas gift for Liselle based on their holodeck adventures. He just hoped she didn't find it hokey.

Looking around the food court he didn't immediately see her and that allowed him to take in the sights of the food court, starting with the huge lighted Christmas tree, down to the holiday decorated tables as well as the likewise holiday dressed wait staff. Then he saw her and he had to smile. Liselle was dressed in red tights and an over-sized green sweater that fell past her wrists hiding her hands. She made the perfect elf!. He himself had dressed conservatively. He had on black slacks and a red, a more garnet colored shirt his nod to Christmas. Lifting a hand he waved to her and moved toward her.

Her eyes went wide with delighted surprise when she saw him. Of course she had known he was coming to meet her, but until that very moment she hadn't realized how badly she wanted to share in the spirit of the holiday decor with someone she knew. And Gary had just so happened to be the first on her gift list.

She ran to him in small skittering steps, like a girl wearing her ice skates for the very first time. "Gods, Gary! Do you see it!" she cried as she reached him. Without waiting for an answer, she looped her arm in his and walked him toward the restaurant and into the swelling holiday music that thrived there. "Everything is so beautiful!"

His smile blossomed across his face as he saw her running toward him. Her joy was infectious. He nodded at her statement, happiness creeping into his voice as he replied. "I see it. I surely do Liselle. Your right, it's beautiful like something out of an old fashion picture." As he hooked arms with her and she guided him toward a restaurant that was already teaming with patrons and loud holiday music. His hand holding tightly to the box it clutched.

A waiter swooped in to intercept at them at the entrance. "I am so sorry," he said with a polite bow. "I'm afraid that all of our tables are in use at the moment. Might I interest the happy couple in a seat at the bar?"

Liselle smiled as she pressed her ear to Gary's chest, clasping his arm with the heavy sleeve that covered her hand. "Just happy. No couple," she said. And she released her grip on the Elysium's Executive Officer, standing with her hands at her side next to him to better make the point clear.

The waiter held a fist to his mouth and coughed, embarrassed. "Of course. My apologies." He turned about to gesture to the bar behind him. "Please, we have many festive drinks I do not doubt you will adore."

Gary chuckled softly at both Liselle's comment and her accompanying example to show that they weren't a couple. He eyed the embarrassed waiter as he struggled to recover from his mistake. Gary nodded, led Liselle to a stool, whispering in her ear, a grin in his voice, "You know Liselle, technically we are a couple. There's you and me, that makes two and we are here together." He joked lightly as they sat down, grabbing two drink lists, handing one to Liselle as he perused the other. "So Liselle any idea on what your going to order? He asked as he peered at her over the top of the list. "I haven't heard of most of these drinks."

He sapped his fingers together, "Hey! I wonder if they have any cheddar cheese fries? If you've never tried any, you need to. They are absolutely delicious."

Qwyyn cocked her head at him, playful mirth filling her brown eyes. "I can only imagine how terrible that food is for us. And in that case, I will pick equally unhealthy drinks." Her finger traced its way down the menu until she settled on a selection, tapping it eagerly. "The Christmas Cocktail. Perfect. Coconut ice-cream, vanilla vodka, and creme de cocoa."

She noticed then that the bartender had made her way over to where they sat. The woman leaned over the bar between them.

"For two," Qwyyn said to her. "I think this will get us started nicely." As the bartender left to see to their order, Liselle turned back to Gary. "Can I confess something to you, Commander?"

"It may be terrible" Gary agreed, "But it is soooo good," He quipped. "A large order of cheddar fries if you have them and Oh! some onion rings as well." He shouted to bartender before turning his attention back to Liselle "Sorry Liselle, you just have to have onion rings as well." He cocked his head at her, "A confession?" A note of curiosity creeping into his voice. "Of course you can and it's Gary not Commander. I know we work together but I also like to think we're friends. Now just what do you want to confess?"

She looked down into her lap, blushing. "Well," she began. "I didn't exactly ask you here for a working lunch. I just -- I wanted to spend time with you. I mean I wanted to be with you -- I mean, not romantically, I realize that you're with Lia and -- " She took in a deep, steadying breath. With both hands she pushed the air down in front of her. "I'm getting flustered. Sorry. That happens. Of course you know that happens." She placed her hands on her chest, cleared her throat. "Okay. Sorry. Let me try this again --"

"Your drinks." The bartender announced, setting them down on the bar.

"Oh thank the Gods!" Liselle breathed, immediately snatching hers up to drink from it.

Gary sat silently as Liselle flustered attempted to explain, er confess whatever it was she felt needed confessing.Nor did he laugh or make a joke, he felt that would have made the situation worse as Liselle might think he was making fun of her, something he would never do. He watched as she grabbed her drink to drink from it.

"Liselle." He said quietly. "Breathe. There's no reason for you to feel flustered. You can tell me anything and it will never go any farther. Now just go slow and take your time." He suggested. Just then the waitress popped over, "You want cheddar fries and onion rings?" Gary nodded quickly not wishing to be rude but neither did he want Liselle to lose her courage. "Yea please." He answered as the waitress nodded, made a note on her PaDD and headed off to the kitchen. "Okay Liselle." His attention once again on his friend, "You were attempting to say?"

"Gods, you truly are perfect, you jerk," Liselle murmured to herself. She set her drink down, squeezed her hands into fists and found her courage, found her core. She looked into his eyes. Her voice low. "Gary, I like you. I'm sorry, but I do. I really like you," she said. "You make me feel -- when I'm with you, I feel like I am finally, FINALLY, exactly the person that I want to be. And I know it's not appropriate for me to tell you that, but I have to." She looked down at her hands. At her open palms. Back up at him. "You've got things figured out. You and Lia. You know what you want. And me, I've got this opportunity with Matias, but I've been sabotaging it. Because I haven't been able to get past these feelings I have for you. But I think I have a way to do that now."

Gary listened in silence as Liselle found her courage and spoke of her feelings for him. When she was finished, he reached a hand out and placed it softly atop hers. "Liselle.I am truly touched by what you have said and why shouldn't you tell me? We're friends and friends, good friends, close friends that I feel we are should be able to tell each other anything." He paused, shook his head and gave a small laugh, "I don't know if I've got things figured out Liselle. I do know Lia and I do the best we can and take it one day at a time." He paused again and took a sip of his drink as if to bolster his own courage. Placing his drink down he looked into her expressive brown eyes. "Matias is a good man." He said in agreement. His face taking on a puzzled look as Liselle mentioned getting past her feelings for him. "Oh?" He questioned, "I see." He said but he didn't. It felt like Liselle was ending their friendship and that hurt and disappointed him. "Just what have you decided Liselle?" His eyes on the bar counter.

She couldn't help but enjoy the warmth of his human flesh atop her cold Trill skin as he kept his hand atop hers. For just a few seconds she gave herself permission to fully enjoy the moment: the beautiful lights, the sparkling drinks, the bustling crowd, the happy music. Gary.

And then she pressed on with what she wanted to say. Needed to say. "This is good news, actually," she assured him. "You've been so good to me, and all this time I've been poisoning our friendship because I've wanted more from you. More than you can give me. But now that I'm letting that go, we can be friends. Truly. No other expectations. No other baggage. In fact --" she reached a hand into her sleeve and withdrew a tiny jeweler's box, no bigger than a square inch, and she held it out to him. "I got something for you. Something to show you how important your friendship will always be to me."

If there was one thing Gary was good at it was listening. He listened to what people said. Didn't try to impose his ideas on their thoughts. He listened acutely to what Liselle was saying now and even though she said they would remain friends. It felt like something was ending, something special. That he had let Liselle down and he was disappointed in himself. Smiling at her, he watched as she pulled out a small box. "For me?" He questioned. "Liselle you shouldn't have." He protested weakly, his hand clutching the box he held even tighter.

Liselle studied Gary's reaction intently. Though her eyes shimmered on the verge of tears, her smile easily reached them. "You know how Starship Captains have their little quirks when giving orders? Well, when I was in flight school I had this one instructor, Anatorius. Whenever he wanted a full stop he'd order 'drop anchor!' and so I would cut engines. I asked him about it after graduation, and he told me that in ancient times, sea vessels would have these gigantic, heavy chunks of metal that they would lower into the water to stop their boats from moving. This was particularly important if the skies became so cloudy that the sailors couldn't read the stars -- it was very easy to go off course in those days. Anatorius told me that as long as you knew that you were anchored, you'd always know where you were. You could stay safe while you waited for the skies to clear." Liselle reached over and with a long, painted fingernail she tapped the box she had offered him. "That's how I think of you. I may have a hell of time figuring out where I'm going sometimes. But with you, Gary, whenever I can't see my stars I always feel like I know where I am."

Gary was stunned by the depth of thought Liselle had put into hie gift. Looking at the box, he opened it and saw two silver anchors. He was overcome with emotion , his eyes misted up. It was so damn thoughtful, so Liselle. He looked at her tried to talk,but couldn't he was choked up. He grabbed his drink took a huge swallow and cleared his throat. "Liselle......" He began but emotions threaten to overtake him. He paused, cleared his throat again and started over. "Liselle, these are gorgeous! Simply gorgeous." He smiled at her, "You do yourself a disservice Liselle you under estimate your self worth and the effect you have on other people's lives. You are my anchor Liselle. My rock and safe harbor. Someone I can always count on no matter what the situation. and yes I'm familiar with the expression. I didn't realize anyone still used it."

Qwyyn drew a thumb across her cheek. Gary's reaction had been more than she had ever dared hoped for. Truth be told, she had braced herself for a painfully embarrassing scene. This? This was heaven. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to cradle his cheek. She loved the feel of human skin, the way it scratched against the palms with its stubbly hair, and how the heat of their blood always kept it so bright and so impossibly warm. But she didn't want to risk losing this moment.

"Cheddar fries and onion rings!" the bartender cheerfully announced, setting down a steaming hot black plate between the two of them. "Can I get you two anything else? Refills?"

Liselle shook her head, snapping herself back into reality. "Yes. A refill would be absolutely perfect right now. Thank you."

"Make that two." Gary added. As the bartender walked away to bring them refills for their drinks, Gary looked across at Liselle,he was still in awe over her gift. Composing himself,he slid the steaming plate of fries and rings towards her, "Ladies first." He suggested as his hand brought forth his own box. "I have something for you as well Liselle." He said as he handed the box to her. It was uniquely suited to Liselle. He prayed she would like it.

She already had the first fry in her mouth. A satisfied moan rose up from her throat. Her eyes were closed as she practically melted her way out of her seat in a haze of culinary ecstasy. She held up a hand to Gary, as though about to testify to her congregation. "There are. No words. For how amazing this is." When she opened her eyes again, she saw the box he had offered to her, and she couldn't help but shake her head in grateful disbelief. Of course this unattainable man would have been perfect enough to think to bring her a present to her own fake working lunch.

Without waiting on further ceremony, Qwyyn eagerly dug her way into the box. She gasped. "Oh. Oh, Gary." Reaching inside, she gently lifted out a white cowboy hat. And beneath that, there was a five star badge, etched with a single word: Sheriff. She wasted no time setting the hat atop her head. She looked up at it from beneath her eyebrows, a childlike smile painting her face. And then back at Gary. "Our adventure together on the holodeck. Oh, Gary. It's perfect." Her voice was little more than a whisper. She drew her fingertips along the bottoms of her eyes, and she was certain her mascara was completely smeared now. "Absolutely perfect." She cocked her head at him playfully, sniffling back the tears, smiling despite herself. "Well, how do I look?"

Gary watched Liselle put a fry into her mouth. He couldn't help but smile at her reaction. It was one of pure joy, It appeared as Liselle had experienced Nirvana. So blissfully happy was her reaction. "If you like those try an onion ring." He suggested. Then settled back as Liselle opened and dug into her box, like a kid on Christmas. If he thought he had seen ecstasy before with her reaction to eating a cheese fry, her reaction to the hat blew it away. He saw her childlike smile, heard her whisper it was perfect. Then placed it atop her head. He nodded when she mentioned their holodeck adventure. "Right you are Liselle and I hope we can have more. How do you look? You look like a real honest to goodness sheriff. And at the risk of sounding sexist. The prettiest one ever." Offering her a radiant smile. He was happy that she was happy. Even though he still felt he had let Liselle down by not being available for her. Then that was his problem, when you were his friend he tried to everything he could to help,please you. Then held himself to impossible standards, feeling he let you down when he couldn't.

"Your drinks!" the bartender cut in, setting another round of Christmas Cocktails down on the bar. The bartender leaned in on her elbows between them, and with a slender finger she pointed to the ceiling above them. "We've got one above every table, you know." She winked at Liselle. "In case you need the excuse?"

Liselle looked above them and saw a sprig of some green plant dangling from the ceiling. She blinked. "Excuse for what? What is it?"

Gary gave a quick laugh at Liselle's lack of knowledge and her puzzled expression with this Christmas tradition. "It's mistletoe Liselle. When you're standing or even just under it you can kiss the person you are with." He patiently explained.

She nearly felt her heart stop. "You're not serious!" she said, her eyes wide. "What an incredibly brilliant idea." And immediately her better instincts took over. The door, however friendly and holiday-traditional, was open. And this was a chance likely to not ever come up again. With one hand holding down the back of her hat, she leaned in to Gary.

Gary nodded his head, his smile broadening threatening to split his face wide open at seeing Liselle's wide eyed, joyful look. "It's true Liselle. I promise and as far as Christmas ideas go, this is one of the better ones." He answered honestly. He stopped as she with one hand on her hat suddenly leaned toward him, her intention clear. He gave her a accompanying smile as he thought *It's Christmas* and leaned forward to meet her.

Liselle craned her head around to kiss Taylor soundlessly on the cheek. She leaned back, away from him, and she saw the lipstick she had left behind. Her hand went back to him, to his face, and with her thumb she brushed her mark away from his skin. "Merry Christmas, Gary."

Gary's lips brushed Liselle's cheek just as her lips were brushing his cheek. Leaning back, he took her in with her bright radiant smile, her wide eyed innocence all capped by the white cowboy hat she wore. It made the perfect picture. He didn't reply immediately as he was remembering their first meeting when he had first come aboard. That was followed by their Old West holodeck adventure and her making him feel so welcome and them becoming closer. It was followed by another Old West holodeck adventure which cemented their friendship. All which led to today. His hand went absently to his cheek where Liselle had wiped her lipstick away. He smiled brilliantly at this dear,sweet wonderful, truly amazing woman and he realized just how lucky he was that she was in his life. "Merry Christmas Liselle." He replied quietly. Liselle had given him the greatest Christmas gift ever.....the gift of true friendship and he would always be grateful to her for that.

Qwyyn held his eyes for a moment. Just looking at him. And then, with a mischievous smile, she pointed to the mistletoe above them. "Think Phoenix would appreciate me hanging some of this over her command chair?"

Gary's eyes held Liselle's for a moment before drifting upward to where the mistletoe hung. His smile matched hers. "I think that is a truly outstanding idea. After all it's Christmas."

Liselle giggled her delight. She reached up a hand to wave it at the bartender.

The woman made her way over to the two of them immediately. "Everything okay here?"

"Perfect," Liselle assured her. "Listen, I'm sorry to bother you with this, but can you tell me how I can get my hands on one of these kissing plants? I think it would make the best Christmas gift for someone."

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CMDR Aurelia Holmes's Personal Log – Rumours

The following is a personal log from CMDR Aurelia Holmes.

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"Computer start recording. I have heard some unsettling rumours, about Commander Taylor. It would seem he may have another love interest, a friend I thought I could trust. I will ask both of them, and check the answers I get. If true I may have to ask for a transfer to another ship, because there will be no way I could stay here. I might do something I would regret, and I don't see why someone playing away should ruin my career.

I told him what would happen if this kind of thing occurred, it's not as if he didn't know. Why do I trust men? Their after just one thing, and if they don't get it from one they move on to another. I don't know if Liselle knows about us, I think she would. But how do I react to that kind of backstabbing? I will monitor and report back to my personal log, Computer stop recording and save"

Episode 5: Deck the Halls - With amputated bush limbs Fa-la-la-la-la

A Mission Post by Lieutenant Ian Murphy & Ensign T'Saralonde

Mission: Episode 5: Deck the Halls

Location: Starbase Gamma

Timeline: One day before Elysium arrives.

So this was the Gamma Quadrant. Well, now he'd been to three of the four, if that even really mattered. Murphy had managed to convince the captain of an Akira class to bring himself and his shuttle here through the Bajoran wormhole, donned his new uniform (which would take a little time to break in), and taken time to peruse the details of his new assignment. And the details were quite lurid. She was a new class, but she was already loaded down with baggage. Then again, so was Ian. How he'd managed to rate such an assignment, along with a two-grade promotion, was beyond him.

Given, if he hadn't broken the Prime Nuisance and disobeyed orders, Murphy would probably be up to Lieutenant Commander and have his choice of postings on whatever sort of science vessel he wanted, but he couldn't change the past. Now he was best off trying not to dwell within it so much. So, it was time to make a new start. Good start, right foot forward. Ella would have wanted that for him.

So now he was waiting outside of Customs, looking at the faces that passed him by and occasionally checking the personnel file on his PaDD. Because he wasn't going to be the only Science officer coming aboard the Elysium, and one of the officers who would be joining him was a newly-minted ensign. If nothing else, his time on Jupiter Station had taught him to be scrupulous and meticulous in cataloging information and managing assets.

"That looks like some fairly heavy reading, Ensign," a deep voice said from behind and above T'Saralonde, referring to the monograph on her PADD. The timbre the owner of the voice was attempting to project was what T'Saralonde had come to define as 'suave.' Were she human, she would have audibly sighed. Instead, she began one of a number of established logical approaches she had discovered that were effective in disarming the motive behind the 'suaveness.'

The first thing she did, when she turned around to address the owner of a voice, was brush the hair away from one of her pointed ears. For a human woman, this action could be interpreted as coquettish. For T'Saralonde, it was emphasizing that her actions would be dictated by cogent motives.

"Indeed, Lieutenant," T'Saralonde responded to the owner of the voice, a human male wearing a red tunic under his uniform jacket and a look on his face that was a mixture of surprise, chagrin and dumbfoundedness. "It is a response to an article I recently co-authored in the Journal of Daystrom Institute entitled "Asymptotic Behaviour for the Kolesov-T'Saralonde Modes in Stellar-Dynamic Examinations, with Specific Applications to the Eminiar System."

"Applications to the Eminiarn---" the Lieutenant managed to stutter out, before T'Saralonde corrected him.

"Eminiar. Located in Star Cluster NGC 321. A fascinating study in nonlinear stability." Before she had a chance to continue, she spotted a face she recognized as her future department head on the Elysium. "You will forgive me, Lieutenant. As much as I would enjoy continuing this discourse, I must report to my superior on my new assignment."

"Yes, of course," the red tuniced Lieutenant answered, the relief on his face obvious. "Another time," he added as he beat a hasty retreat. T'Saralonde tucked her PADD under one arm, adjusted the strap of her travel bag, and made a beeline toward Lieutenant Ian Murphy.

"Lieutenant Murphy, I presume?" she asked.

"Ensign T'Saralonde." Murphy returned with a nod. He'd seen some of the exchange between the young ensign and the gent she'd given the brush-off, and found the expression on the young man's face to be priceless. "Well met, and welcome to Gamma Station. I trust your travels were pleasant and without incident?" He asked in a perfunctory manner. "Hotshot fly-boys on a bad approach vector notwithstanding." He added wryly with a nod in the fleeing Lieutenant's direction.

"Indeed, Lieutenant," T'Saralonde responded, looking up at the much taller human. "My passage was noneventful, and I appreciated the opportunity to supplement my knowledge of the Gamma Quadrant, as well as remain current on my academic correspondences." If T'Saralonde noticed her new superior's reference to her recent encounter, she made no mention of it. "I trust your journey was acceptable as well, Lieutenant?"

"More or less." Ian said, sidestepping an Andorian pushing a grav cart loaded down with several boxes. "It gave me time to put in some work on papers I never quite finished." Publishing was something he was dreadfully lax about. Mostly because it felt like, if he wasn't in the field, making the actual discoveries, then the work wasn't really his own. There was only so much you could test in computer simulations and lab recreations. "And to read up on what's been coming out of academia in this quadrant."

"I will admit that I have never understood the human concept of 'publish or perish,'" T'Saralonde responded, unconsciously moving out of the way of occasional foot traffic. "It presumes a goal other than the acquiring of knowledge and the timely dissemination of said knowledge to one's colleagues. Lieutenant, perhaps this discussion might be better held in a locale with less pedestrian activity. I believe I spotted an establishment nearby that dispenses various caffeinated beverages."

"I'd... Oh, yeah." Murphy said, interrupting himself as she suggested moving off to one of the cafes. "I know the place, he said, nodding in its direction and heading towards it. "Publishing's an old tradition, it's true, and some of the reasons for doing it are outmoded. Like trying to seek out monetary support, getting the credit for a discovery... But others are still valid. The most important one being putting your theories up for scrutiny by fellow scientists. If you are incorrect in your observations or methodologies, then it's a good thing to be called on it by your academic peers. It holds scientists to a standard of academic rigor. Imagine if they'd done that when the 'Fleet had its first flirtation with Transwarp, instead of keeping it all hush-hush."

"Peer review has been a long established tradition in Vulcan academia, and one that has proved its value repeatedly," T'Saralonde concurred, keeping step with the taller human, "Though as with all systems, it requires flexibility. In your world's history, there was resistance in your scientific community in accepting the ideas of Charles Darwin over those proposed by Jean-Baptiste Lamarck. On my own world, scientists such as Sirensti and T'Kura faced opposition, even derision, from the collective scientific community when they put forth their theories on the possibility of time travel." As the pair entered the coffee shop, T'Saralonde's expression became one of concentration as she perused the number of choices on the board placed above and behind the servers. Both her eyebrows raised when she spotted a frozen beverage designated as a 'Raktajino Unicorn' listed on the menu board.

T'Saralonde suspected that, for the establishment be able to offer such a beverage, it had never had Klingon customers.

"After you, Lieutenant," T'Saralonde told Ian, gesturing for him to go before her in the line of customers.

Murphy briefly scanned the choices of beverages, an eyebrow lifting as he perused them, then ordered up a glass of carbonated Bolian tonic water, nodding while he stepped aside to allow T'Saralonde to order. "Well, the Tellarites have both of our worlds beat in that respect. Their world actually had civil wars over some theories on evolution, faster-than-light travel and such. That's what I call 'academic rigor.'" He said with a harsh chuckle. "However, my present focus for publishing is in the field of metallurgy, not the astro-sciences. The Elysium's not a dedicated science vessel, so our department will be more focused on documenting phenomena we come across for others to study."

T'Saralonde ordered a cup of plomeek tea. When the barista began to list a number of varieties, T'Saralonde cut him off, taking the choice of "traditional."

"There are advantages of being the first to discover a phenomena, not the least of which is recognizing that it is an occurrence that should be taken note of," T'Saralonde remarked. When their drinks were delivered, T'Saralonde pointed to a table on the edge of the cafe. "Will that seating suffice, Lieutenant?"

"Looks good to me." Murphy said, starting off in the direction of the table, and taking a seat. "Plomeek bubble tea? Have they ever had a Vulcan customer?" He asked as an aside, with a slight shake of his head. "I just hope that there isn't a stack of PADDs waiting on my desk when I get aboard. I'm given to understand that the Elysium's last mission took a great toll on her crew. Something to be conscious of when you embark. Also, I just hate the wastefulness of PADDs, which can hold megaquods of data, being used to hand off reports that barely take up a megabyte worth of memory. I suppose, since I'll be running the division, that I can put a stop to that sort of nonsense and make everyone use the internal mail system for sending memorandum." He said with a chuckle.

"I had an instructor at the Academy who once told me that even the logic of necessity can find it difficult to overcome the inertia of an established bureaucratic procedure," T'Saralonde answered, before carefully taking a sip of the plomeek tea she had been offered. There was a momentary look of mild surprise on her face before she took another sip.

Setting her cup down, she added, "In light of the fact that scientific endeavors may not always be the primary objective of our vessel, I was curious about how you might feel about alternative projects, Lieutenant."

"I spent the better part of a decade fighting red tape with a metaphorical butter knife. I'm hoping that I'll be able to finally slay the beast with my shiny new broadsword." Murphy mused with a smirk. "And I would have to know what the alternative projects were before signing off on them, but given that we're going to be on a vessel with more-than-ample facilities for scientific exploration, I'm pretty much willing to green-light anything as long as it doesn't interfere with mission objectives. You might have to wait until gamma shift to utilize the facilities to their fullest, but I'm usually flexible. After all, I have my own side projects that tend to keep me busy."

"While I was at the Vulcan Science Academy, I worked with a mathematician, Dr. Pelageya Kolesov," T'Saralonde began. "Her tensor equations describing the geometrical curvature of Sector 441 are a landmark creation. I assisted Dr. Kolesov in creating a method by which the magnetic topology of binary stars could be extrapolated with a minimum of data. The mathematical model we devised was designated the Kolesov-T'Saralonde mode. What I would like to do, Lieutenant, is create a virtual astrometrics lab in one of the ship's holosuites, and attempt to incorporate the Kolesov-T'Saralonde mode into the holographic astrometrics, to discover if this would create a practical increase in our astrometrics ability. I would want to run the virtual holographic astrometrics lab through several scenarios, including exploring various upgrade processes, while keeping you updated at various benchmark points." T'Saralonde gave as close to a Gallic shrug as a Vulcan could give. "Potentially an extended process that may not achieve it's ultimate goal. However, there is a quote, possibly apocryphal, that is attributed to the human inventor Thomas Edison: 'I have not failed 700 times. I have succeeded in proving that those 700 ways will not work.' I expect my proposed project will bear academic fruit, if not in the manner that I anticipate."

"I see only one small snag in the works." Murphy said, rubbing his fingers over the fine stubble on his chin. "That being that Holosuite time usually comes at a premium on a starship." He said, taking a sip of his fizzy drink. "Scheduling is usually run by someone in Ops. Availability is usually highest during Gamma shift and the earliest part of Alpha." He shrugged slightly. "That said, I'll sign off on it, but it all depends on whether Ops wants to part with the amount of time we're talking about. Also, if we don't have any mission-critical assignments to complete -- the mission always comes first. If we have no assignment, this sort of research can be your assignment. It'll be your responsibility to get Ops to schedule that time for you, and to choose a time that won't interfere with our regular duties."

"This is a long term project, Lieutenant," T'Saraonde explained, "That won't require any more additional holosuite scheduling than, say, that given to an enthusiast of a particular holonovel. A good deal of my project's initial development could be considered a nahp spolek. A gedankenerfahrung." T'Saralonde translated, then paused, her brows furrowing, before adding, "My apologies, Lieutenant. Gedankenerfahrung is a German phrase. Thought experiment was the phrase in Standard I was wanting to use. And the time periods you described will not be a problem. My sleep requirements are decidedly lower than my human counterparts."

"I understand that this will be a low priority enterprise, to be shelved when other duties present themselves," T'Saralonde continued. "A successful completion of my project would hardly increase the effectiveness of the astrometrics lab to the extent of what the Voyager accomplished. An optimistic projection would be an increased efficiency of approximately seven point two percent. Nonetheless, it is a project that I wish to pursue during nonduty hours, as well as during those times when I have no active assignments. I find it difficult to be inactive, Lieutenant," T'Saralonde explained to Ian.

"It's good that you're approaching it with this sort of pragmatism, Ensign." Ian said, taking out his PADD and making a few notations on it. "I'll expect a formal write-up of the proposal sent to my desk after we're underway, so I can sign off on it and submit it to the Captain and XO for final approval." Something that was usually a mere formality.

"On that note, I should be getting back to customs." He said, downing his drink in a few gulps, and then holding back the urge to belch from all the carbonation. "I have a few more officers to introduce myself to coming in on the Copernicus." setting down his drink, and wiping away the condensation on his hand, he offered it out in the non-committal sort of way that he had become accustomed to greeting Vulcans and other races who didn't normally shake hands. "It was pleasant meeting you, Ensign."

Like Lieutenant Murphy, T'Saralonde had encountered numerous species who extended greetings and farewells in a variety of fashions, with most of them very dissimilar to her own Vulcan tradition. Kol-Ut-Shan required her to reply in like manner, whenever possible. T'Saralonde eyed the proffered hand momentarily, before extending her own hand to shake it. "I look forward to serving with you, sir," she added solemnly, before releasing her superior's hand.

Murphy nodded and walked off, covering his mouth with his hand as he walked to let out a soft belch. He was always a little wary of working with new people, but T'saralonde seemed to be competent and dependable. Now, if only all the rest of the officers in his division were as solid. Because Murphy was rusty and had a huge blemish on his career. Ha would need solid pillars to shore things up until he settled in... Or was replaced.

[OFF]

Episode 5: Deck the Halls - We wish you a Merry Experiment and a Happy New Theory

A Mission Post by Lieutenant Arrianna Salannis an Vantar & Ensign T'Saralonde

Mission: Episode 5: Deck the Halls

Location: Astrometrics Lab

Timeline:

Arri was in her unofficial sanctuary once again. The last week had been harrowing, and she was simply staring at the beauty that was space just to calm herself. She still thought she heard the sounds of Borg drones at times, but those turned out to be fragments of the temporal intrusion. Easily purged by meditation. She continued to chart several nearby star systems using the long range sensors. It was relaxing to her in a way.

T'Saralonde's time at the Academy had taught her a number of facts that most of her people would consider counter-intuitive, but which were nonetheless true. One was that an individual carrying a PADD in her hand was assumed to be busier than one who was not.

For her current task, T'Saralonde did not need a PADD. She had a number of simple tasks to accomplish in astrometrics, at which point she could retire to a reserved holosuite, where she could begin her self-assigned task in earnest.

The PADD contained the necessary data she needed, but it was an unnecessary redundancy. Nevertheless, T'Saralonde had long discovered the mere presence of PADD in her hand often allowed her to pursue her various academic projects undisturbed, at least among nonVulcans.

T'Saralonde entered Astrometrics to find the lab already in use by a Lieutenant from Operations.

"My apologies, Lieutenant," T'Saralonde immediately offered. "I was unaware that the astrometrics lab was in use." The Vulcan paused before asking. "Perhaps I might return shortly, Lieutenant? I require approximately five minutes in the lab."

Arrianna turned around. "Not necessary, Ensign. I was merely doing charting scans, which can easily be rescheduled for later." She noted. "I like coming in here, it relaxes me, and this is something of a hobby of mine. So why do you need the lab?"

"I have a personal project, concerning the possibility of incorporating the electromagnetic topology of binary stars into the mapping process," T'Saralonde explained. "I need to duplicate a select number of data bases and processes to a holosuite program I've developed. From there, I can conduct a virtual assessment of the practicality of incorporating my idea, and thus whether it is worthwhile to present my proposal to Lieutenant Murphy and other members of the senior staff."

Arri was intrigued. "Fascinating... I am very much interested in assisting with your project. If I may ask. I could ask my people's college of scholars to send you data we've collected, in this regard, of many EM anomalies my people have encountered during the long exile. It should aid you in your research."

"I would appreciate that assistance, Lieutenant. I have conducted research in this area during my tenure at the Vulcan Science Academy. This would, however, be my first opportunity to attempt a practical application of my past studies," T'Saralonde observed. "Forgive me, Lieutenant, for failing to properly identify myself. Ensign T'Saralonde," the Vulcan began, assuming a more formal stance as she extended her hand, "Science officer, newly assigned to the Elysium, newly commissioned."

"There is nothing to forgive, Ensign, and it is a pleasure." Arri mentioned. "We can use this lab to create a profile of the EM Spectrum of the Stellar Topology we wish to map. Lets see..."

"Perhaps the Idran system could be used as the epicenter of an expanding profile," T'Saralonde suggested. "In addition to the Idran system itself, there are several binary and trinary systems in the vicinity that have been sufficiently studied so as to serve as a baseline. Such information would prove useful as my project develops. However, I initially wanted to investigate the success rate of the programming involved in the astrometric lab's creation of assumption free vector magnetic field maps with varying degrees of data. From there, I would use the data you have suggested to test the validity of my proposition when it is..." T'Saralonde paused, trying to remember the phrase for the practical application of a theoretical technique that her human colleagues were fond of using "...'plugged in."

Arri smiled softly. "Interesting choice of words, Ensign." She was quite fond of this woman. Arri seemed quite stolic at first, but she allowed emotions at the right time, and not the wrong types of passions. "I will begin configuring the long range sensors for the Idran system."

"I appreciate that, Lieutenant," T'Saralonde replied solemnly. "Since the Idran system, and particularly FGC-1215, is the most documented multiple star system in the Gamma Quadrant, it should be suitable for the stated goal. If you have no objections, Lieutenant, while you begin configuring for the scan, I will begin transferring the computation data to my own program."

Arri nodded began her configurations. Typing them into the computer at a respectably rapid pace.

T'Saralonde began her own data transfer, her hands operating independently on two different panels. After four minutes, she looked at the okudagrams above each entry point and nodded curtly to herself. T'Saralonde picked up her PADD and made another entry. Discovering that holosuite on Deck Nine was available, she immediately reserved it for her own use.

"Lieutenant, if I may take my leave," T'Saralonde began, "There is a holosuite currently available, and I would like to begin assimilating the transferred data to the holoprogram I have designed to conduct tests on my proposals."

"Excellent Ensign, and it was a privilege to meet you, and be of assistance." She mentioned.

"My appreciation on both points as well, Lieutenant," T'Saralonde responded, before taking her leave.

Episode 5: Deck the Halls - Little Gunner Boy

A Mission Post by Commander Aurelia Holmes & Lieutenant Arrianna Salannis an Vantar

Mission: Episode 5: Deck the Halls

Location:

Timeline: Current - Will adjust

ON

Lia entered the armoury and looked around, unlike a weapons locker there were many more weapons and many more types. She saw someone standing behind a shelving unit, "Lieutenant? It is Lieutenant Salannis an Vantar? Commander Holmes, here for a inventory check". She hoped she was in the right place, wouldn't be the first time she'd turned up in the wrong location.

Arrianna entered carrying two weapons cases, one was a plain case for a Type II Phaser and a Pulse Phaser Rifle. Another was far more intricately decorated. "Alindari names have a unique structure. For example I am Arrianna of House Salannis of the vessel Vantar of the exile fleet. However my people are no longer exiles." She placed the case on the desk for inspection. "When we were in the holodeck, we both were not in the best of moods. I'm here for you to inspect my weapons."

The Lieutenant's response caused Lia to stop and think, "Ah yeah, right. I'll try and remember that, can we continue this later. Now then lets start this inspection".

She opens the plain case. "One Type IIB Hand Phaser, Operating within regulation. One Type IVA Pule Phaser Rifle Carbine. Also withing regulation." She noted.

Picking both weapons up, Lia checked them for damage. Noting none she then looked at the power settings, she then changed them to insure their operation. "They seem to be fine Lieutenant, what's in that ornate case?"

Arri opened the decorated case to reveal an intricate and beautiful saber. She picks it up carefully. "This is one of a kind. Five hundred years old." She balances it. "And one Alindari Crystal Saber. As light as a feather, and as hard as forged steel." She noted. "There is only twenty-seven of these left, and the knowledge to forge them is gone."

Knowing swords as she does, Lia is entranced by what she is shown. "Is this a family heirloom?" She wanted to hold the sword, but knew that unless she was offered the chance that would be impossible. Taking a deep breath Lia turned to continue her inspection, but that saber was the business as far as she was concerned.

"In a way, yes. It was what kept my ancestor alive as Alindar burned around him." Arri noted, "And it survived a journey of forty thousand light-years. We believe that our ancient smiths used a polycarbon recompositation method to arrange complex carbons, into a very dense perfect edge."

Lia nodded in response, "Is it difficult to use? Most swords have their own foibles, my own broadsword needs careful handling at first". She knew hers wasn't as old, but it was hand made for her. She spotted a weapon nestling in a box laying on the floor, "What's that rifle over there? It looks different to what we normally use?"

"A crystal saber takes a lifetime to master. Our children practice with toy sabers in the basic moves before the reach thirteen. And that includes the comprehensive mental and physical development my people give our children." Arri noted. "Alindari are a race of Academics."

Well that ruled out holding the sabre, so she pointed at the rifle in the box on the ground. "Sounds like very intense training, but back to our inspection. The rifle in the box, what is it and why is it here?" She bent down and picked it up, "This is heavy, and dangerous. It appears to be an old earth type weapon, American probably 19th century". She replaced it carefully back in it's box, "Who is the owner of that weapon?"

Arri examined it. "These are not mine. Projectile weapons fell out of favor even during the time of the warlords. The noise they made was loud, which gives ones position away in combat. There must be a collector on board. I own the Type II, the Type IV, and my saber."

"Well Lieutenant, they are here with your weapons. Which makes me wonder why?" She moved back towards the door, "The type II and IV pass, the saber I can't comment on officially. Everything else is now up in the air, if they aren't yours then who's?"

Arri spoke. "I can extract skin fragments or hair from the weapon and run a genetic comparison."

Lia nodded, "Ok then, I'll leave that in your hands. Inform me of the results when you get them, good luck Lieutenant". She stood out side for a moment then headed for the bridge, oO Who the hell would have a Winchester rifle hidden on board? Oo She thought.

Off:

Episode 5: Deck the Halls - Never Again

A Mission Post by Senior Chief Petty Officer Ken Waters & Commander Phoenix Lalor

Mission: Episode 5: Deck the Halls

Location: Lalor's Quarters

Timeline: A couple of days before Christmas. Late in the evening.

Ken Waters took in a breath. Perhaps the longest breath of his life.

And he exhaled.

When his lungs were empty, he lifted his hand and stabbed a finger at the door chime next to the doors leading to the captain's cabin. He breathed another nervous sigh, rubbed his hands over one another, and he waited for Phoenix Lalor to answer.

The door opened and Phoenix stood there still in her uniform, but her jacket was unzipped and open, revealing her red undershirt. "Hi" she said brightly with a warm smile. "Come in."

Ken looked down at his boots, like a child scolded. Another deep breath. And he looked back at her. "Penelope, we need to talk."

Phoenix stared for a moment and then stepped back. "Ok... come in..." She said as her stomach dropped a bit.

He nodded. Swallowed. And he followed her into her quarters. When the doors closed behind him, he wasted no time in reaching down to take her hands in his. He ran his thumbs along her knuckles. He couldn't help himself. The touch of her was something he could never have enough of. Ever since the first time they had kissed, her very presence could make his nerves tingle. She had sworn it wasn't some Erisian trait of hers, but he never quite believed her. Even when they made love, he would hold her afterwards until they fell asleep, and he would drown in an impossible sparkling haze...

But he knew that this, this touch, might be the last time. He kissed her now.

"Penelope," he said, cutting into his own thoughts. "I love you." He nodded at his own words, nearly choking them out. There were tears in his eyes as he looked into hers. "I don't know if I've ever told you that before. I should have said a thousand times by now. I. Love. You."

Half dazed by the kiss, Phoenix looked up into his eyes. "I love you as well. What's wrong Ken?"

He shook his head, and a tear fell. "I can't do this anymore. I can't not be there for you because of Prophet-forsaken Starfleet regulations. I can't watch you get kidnapped, or threatened, or attacked, or nearly killed while I sit by and dutifully tap away at a console like a good little crewman. I thought I could separate my job from my relationship, but I can't. On this last mission, when I heard that you were beaming over to that derelict ship -- it took everything in me to not chase you down to that transporter room and beg you to stay. When that creature came aboard...Penne, that was the last time I'll ever be able to watch you get hurt while I stay at my post and do nothing about it."

She listened silently and then slowly stepped back, putting a bit of distance between him. This sounded a lot like a break up discussion. "We are both fully trained starfleet personnel Ken. By definition our jobs are dangerous. I ... can't change my job." she trailed off in a whisper.

He reached out to her, took a hold of her forearms. "Your devotion to your job is one of the things that made me fall in love with you," he told her. "Your sense of honor and duty are a big part of what makes you who you are. And -- I'm not here to ask you to change. I would never do that."

"But?" she asked softly. "There is a but at the end of that sentence isn't there?"

He let his grip slip away from her. "But I can't change myself either. For all of my life, I have been able to protect the people I love. Directly. No military protocol to follow. Just a gun in my hand and a fire in my gut," he said. "I am trying to play by the rules on your ship, Penne. But every time something happens to you, I come that much closer to getting myself -- and all of us -- in a lot of bureaucratic trouble. One of these days they're going to end up throwing me in the brig for abandoning my post and murdering the next son of a bitch that tries to kidnap you."

Phoenix blinked rapidly, blinking back the sudden sting of tears. "So... what are you going to do then?" She asked carefully.

Seeing her distress was enough to crumble the walls he had so pitifully tried to raise. His eyes reddened with swelling tears, and he bit his lip. "I think we've only got two real options here. Either I get off of the Elysium and we do this thing long distance." His next words came painfully slow, each one a sentence. "Or. We. Don't. Do. This. Anymore."

Oh she couldn't. She stepped back even further from him, "I can't.. I won't do long distance.. not from you Ken. If you want to end this, then we end it. Here and now. I won't be waiting night in and night out for comm calls from wherever posting you end up. I can't do that. I know myself well enough to know that I would not be able to handle that. So,that leaves your second choice." Phoenix took a breath. "I... think that would be best then..." She refused to cry but her eyes were filling with tears and she dashed a hand across her eyes angrily, more angry at herself and the situation then at him.

Ken took a step toward her again, but he thought better of reaching for her. From the look in her eyes, he didn't know how she'd react if he tried to touch her right now. "Phoenix, please. You have to understand that I don't want to do this. This is the last thing I want. The last thing." He swallowed. "I'm doing this BECAUSE I love you. You get that, right?"

"I get it." Came her reply. She focused on the carpet at her feet. "I get it that my job is too dangerous for us to be together without you loosing your cool. Please... Ken... Please just...go please."

Ken sniffled. His breathing came in quick starts. He wanted to say a thousand things to her. A million. Maybe he could try to change her mind after all. Maybe he could just yell at her, so that she would scream at him, and then all of this would feel so much easier. After a slow exhale he trusted himself enough to speak. "You'll, um...you'll let Miran know. I mean. You'll tell her that I didn't want this to happen this way..." He stopped himself, nodded. "Of course you'll talk to her. That was stupid of me. I don't even know what I'm saying right now."

He stepped out from her quarters, into the corridor.

"Take care of yourself, Phoenix."

The doors closed behind him, leaving her there. Alone.

Phoenix counted slowly to twenty in her own language as the door slid shut. Once she had done that, she turned, "Computer lock the door." And headed for her bedroom to be alone. She needed to be alone. Alone where she could think things through. And calm herself enough to mask the hurt deep down.

=/\=

Episode 5: Deck the Halls – Forever

A Mission Post by Commander Liselle Qwyyn & Commander Phoenix Lalor

Mission: Episode 5: Deck the Halls

Location: SB Gamma

Timeline: The day after ‘Never Again’

Liselle Qwyyn stood outside the airlock that connected Starbase Gamma to the Elysium. She was waiting for the ship's Captain, Commander Phoenix Lalor, to join her for a casual walk around the promenade. It was something that Liselle had been desperately looking forward to, to spend some quality personal time with her closest friend.

And that, of course, reminded her specifically of the surprise she had planned for the Commander.

Qwyyn had absolutely no idea how Phoenix would react. The surprise was once a fun idea, but now that the moment was almost here she worried that it was probably a bad one. Yet ever since the notion had first popped into her mind she hand't been able to shake it. And now here they were back on Starbase Gamma, and at Christmas time. Everything was too perfect to not try and make it happen.

Phoenix came all but running down the halls. She grinned at Liselle. "Hey!" she said brightly skidding to a stop. The CO was out of uniform and wearing her typical off duty clothes of grey slacks and a green blouse with low ankle boots. "Lets go before security catch up and we wind up with an escort!"

Liselle's grin cracked into a full smile, a mile wide. She shook her head at her friend, even as the pair began their accelerated stroll. Like her captain, Qwyyn had opted for civilian clothes, though she was much more festive in her garb: red tights and a green sweater so large that the sleeves covered her hands. The Trill's utter delight at the sight of Phoenix did not fade for even a moment. "If only Admiral Sharr could see you