12-01-2018, 06:10 PM
Tombstone Estate, Planet Gran Canaria, Omega 49 System
Many years before, Doc swore that he would never again put on the robes of diplomacy. With the presence of Bretonian warships in his home space, that vow changed. The invitations were sent out and soon guests would begin to arrive. It was now that he realized the struggle of living alone. He was no cook and he stood at his kitchen counter trying to figure out what to prepare for his guests. Setting up the bar was easy but food? That was something else.
"Dammit," he said, "guests will be here in a few hours and I cannot get catering now. Dammit!" He took a moment to collect himself and sipped his coffee. As he did, a voice was heard behind him.
"Daddy," said the voice. When Doc turned, his eldest daughter, Emiko, stood at the door. It had been months since he had seen her. She was dressed in a Kimono, standing with her hands behind her back, her hair was down and a light smile. Placing his coffee on the counter, he approached her as a tear fell down his cheek through the light return smile. He place his hands on her shoulders and looked at her.
"You look just like your mother," he said to her. He then hugged her and she returned it, "Welcome home."
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she answered through the hug, "I have been trying to find my own way. I didn't want to be the daughter of Dr. John Holliday nor did I want to ride your coattails to success, rather, I wanted to figure things out but when I heard of the threat to home, I couldn't stay away. My father needed me."
"It is OK," he answered before holding her at arm's length again, "You are here and you will always have a room here."
She then sighed with a straight face, "Daddy, I did a couple of things that I am not proud of." She rolled up the Kimono enough to reveal her right side where she wore a green dragon rib tattoo and her left was another rib tattoo of Chrysanthemums. She then let the dress back down. He put his hands back on her shoulders.
"It is OK, Dahlin'," he started before she interrupted, reaching into her purse and producing a pack of cigarettes. "I found one of your old habits, Daddy. Please take these. I want to stop."
"It is still OK. You are my beautiful daughter and you are home," was all that he answered.
She then looked over at the counter, "So I see that you need some help." She then walked over to the counter, then the refrigerator and then began looking through cabinets.
"I'm not my mother when it comes to cooking but I think I can get something set up for you. Gramma taught me a few things on Honshu."
"I bet she did," replied Doc smiling. With that, Emiko went to work making simple hors' d'oeuvres and preparing a table of main course items while Doc prepared a bar.
The bar itself would have drinks from all over Sirius and Gallia. Beers and ales, Scotch, Corsair Rum, Coalition Vodka, Gallic Wine and many other spirits. Mugs, glasses and the many fruits and vegetable items that might go into a drink were set up.
He also set tables for all and had a large, comm screen monitor to make video presentations. He also took time to prepare his own speech and presentation. He would eventually return to where Emiko was working her magic.
"Do be sure that you have time to clean up," he reminded her. She only replied with a smile over her shoulder. Yes, she was busy.
"And um, do be aware that most of the delegates, if not all, will not know that you are my daughter and no doubt will at least, well, you know.......say things to you that are not...."
She snickered and smiled, "Yes, Daddy, I know." She kissed him. "Once the main course is in the oven, I will shower and change."
"Very well," he replied smiling.
He then thought about Alessa. "Um, Emiko, when this is all done, there is something I want to talk to you about, totally unrelated of course."
She nodded, "Sure, Daddy." She then smirked at him, "Now if you don't stop bothering me, I won't get this done."
Doc just laughed, "Now you sound like your mother." With that, he let her be and continued with his own prep.
Many years before, Doc swore that he would never again put on the robes of diplomacy. With the presence of Bretonian warships in his home space, that vow changed. The invitations were sent out and soon guests would begin to arrive. It was now that he realized the struggle of living alone. He was no cook and he stood at his kitchen counter trying to figure out what to prepare for his guests. Setting up the bar was easy but food? That was something else.
"Dammit," he said, "guests will be here in a few hours and I cannot get catering now. Dammit!" He took a moment to collect himself and sipped his coffee. As he did, a voice was heard behind him.
"Daddy," said the voice. When Doc turned, his eldest daughter, Emiko, stood at the door. It had been months since he had seen her. She was dressed in a Kimono, standing with her hands behind her back, her hair was down and a light smile. Placing his coffee on the counter, he approached her as a tear fell down his cheek through the light return smile. He place his hands on her shoulders and looked at her.
"You look just like your mother," he said to her. He then hugged her and she returned it, "Welcome home."
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she answered through the hug, "I have been trying to find my own way. I didn't want to be the daughter of Dr. John Holliday nor did I want to ride your coattails to success, rather, I wanted to figure things out but when I heard of the threat to home, I couldn't stay away. My father needed me."
"It is OK," he answered before holding her at arm's length again, "You are here and you will always have a room here."
She then sighed with a straight face, "Daddy, I did a couple of things that I am not proud of." She rolled up the Kimono enough to reveal her right side where she wore a green dragon rib tattoo and her left was another rib tattoo of Chrysanthemums. She then let the dress back down. He put his hands back on her shoulders.
"It is OK, Dahlin'," he started before she interrupted, reaching into her purse and producing a pack of cigarettes. "I found one of your old habits, Daddy. Please take these. I want to stop."
"It is still OK. You are my beautiful daughter and you are home," was all that he answered.
She then looked over at the counter, "So I see that you need some help." She then walked over to the counter, then the refrigerator and then began looking through cabinets.
"I'm not my mother when it comes to cooking but I think I can get something set up for you. Gramma taught me a few things on Honshu."
"I bet she did," replied Doc smiling. With that, Emiko went to work making simple hors' d'oeuvres and preparing a table of main course items while Doc prepared a bar.
The bar itself would have drinks from all over Sirius and Gallia. Beers and ales, Scotch, Corsair Rum, Coalition Vodka, Gallic Wine and many other spirits. Mugs, glasses and the many fruits and vegetable items that might go into a drink were set up.
He also set tables for all and had a large, comm screen monitor to make video presentations. He also took time to prepare his own speech and presentation. He would eventually return to where Emiko was working her magic.
"Do be sure that you have time to clean up," he reminded her. She only replied with a smile over her shoulder. Yes, she was busy.
"And um, do be aware that most of the delegates, if not all, will not know that you are my daughter and no doubt will at least, well, you know.......say things to you that are not...."
She snickered and smiled, "Yes, Daddy, I know." She kissed him. "Once the main course is in the oven, I will shower and change."
"Very well," he replied smiling.
He then thought about Alessa. "Um, Emiko, when this is all done, there is something I want to talk to you about, totally unrelated of course."
She nodded, "Sure, Daddy." She then smirked at him, "Now if you don't stop bothering me, I won't get this done."
Doc just laughed, "Now you sound like your mother." With that, he let her be and continued with his own prep.