Quintesson closed the door to the doctors chambers, listening to his words expectantly.
"I had no doubts in my mind you wouldn't like what I had to say, we are well aware of how the governement of my home treats Zoners, and believe me there are not many of us that like it."
He necked his scotch and frowned.
"you also realise that the Endeavour can not simply be scuttled, it is not a wooden gallion full of gunpowder, it will take some serious firepower to destroy her outright, as for which if the ship were not so dear to me I would have no problems watching it burn"
He leaned forwards and sighed.
"We are hiding in the ice field because we didnt want to endanger your people anymore than we had to. None that still serve aboard the Endeavour believe in anything the government has done has been for the benefit of bretonia in the past year. the annex of omega 3, the rediculous conflict with Rheinland, and then! the acceptance of the bloody hessians as a lawful entity!?"
*he wiped his hand down his reddened angered face*
"Its absolutley bloody disgusting, you can believe what you want but ive seen most of it with my own eyes.. there is something seriously wrong with the uppers of Bretonia, so many lives destroyed for no real reason. and reason or not it needn't have happened"
*he takes a breath and calms down clearly frustrated and stressed.*
"most of my crew have no family left due to constant conflict, myself included, we hear what you are saying, but we can not scuttle the ship on our own, and i have over 1000 people on board the ship at present, im not certain you have the capacity here for such a sudden relocation, however this is your station so im sure you know what you have and dont have."
*Quintesson rubs above his left eyebrow stressfully, awaiting a response*
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Doc looked at the stressed captain as the room was silent. Doc was thinking while the Captain stewed in stress. Doc didn't want to do it, most of him told him not to but he could tell the captain had seen enough.
He then reached into his medical bag and produced a bottle of pills, "Captain, a couple of these will fix that headache." He then handed him the pills.
He then grabbed a bottle and two glasses and started pouring, "When I'm a bit stressed, I find mineral water to be helpful." He gave a quick snicker, "My wife, Midori, on the other hand, prefers a glass of Gallic Wine."
After another brief round of silence and sip of the water, he got back to business, "One of my officers was once in your position. She now commands my shuttle and has lived here alone...in peace. Attractive lady but mentally tough. Between her, your story and your obvious discontent, you make it difficult for me to turn you away."
He took another sip, "So this is what I'm going to do for now as I need to speak with my staff. Keep hidden where you are. I'll send a supply ship as needed for food and basic needs as well as a medical team if needed. Maintain com silence and answer only to the code name "Mamba" which will be on an encrypted channel. Note, Captain, this is a short term thing until I can figure out what else to do. For now, you and your people will be secluded."
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She had been at work for over two weeks and was exhausted. The hot shower was relaxing as she just stood, letting the water run over her, loosening up her tense neck and shoulders. Once finished, she slipped into some sweats, a loose t-shirt, flipped her long, blonde, still wet hair back and headed for something to eat. She was one who preferred the subtle side of the establishment. While the ladies danced on the other side and acted like idiots under the influence, she enjoyed her quiet.
"Alicia, you look beat," commented the bartender, "the usual I take it?"
"Yes," she replied in her thick Bretonian accent, "that'll be just fine."
While she waited, she enjoyed a glass of white wine. It was her favorite. Within a few minutes, her meal arrived. Pork, greens and all the trimmings. Placing her napkin in her lap, she dined quietly, enjoying the peace she hadn't had in days.
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On the "civil" side of Sins, John Holliday sat in a fine suit with his kimono adorned wife. They sat awaiting their dinner order, savoring a glass of Gallic Wine as they waited.
"I'm glad you came out, Dahlin'," he said with a sigh, "I was getting kind of lonely without you and the kids. Our twins are doing rather well."
"Hai," she smiled in return, "they are nursing now so it less baggage to carry. My breasts go with me everywhere!" she joked
"That they do, Dahlin'" he smiled.
As she took a sip, he asked her, "So how do YOU feel?"
She smiled and nodded, "I fee very good."
"Excellent!" he answered.
There was then a brief silence as they took sips of their wine. Midori sighed and said to him straight faced.
"We do have on problem, John Henry."
"Which is?" he inquired.
"Our twins. They do not have names yet," she stated.
"That, Dahlin', is so true. With so much going on, we never discussed it," he replied.
They sat, thinking, about names. Doc didn't want to name his son after himself but he did like his father's middle name of Burroughs.
"I just can't think of anything....suitable," he said in thought for our son.
"How about our daughter?" asked Midori, also in thought.
After a moment of thought, Doc said, "Elizabeth. Elizabeth Karen Holliday."
She just smiled her approval and nodded, "Hai."
Still, he couldn't think of a name for his son.
Midori swirled the wine in her glass a bit. It was obvious she had a question.
"What's on your mind, Dahlin?" her husband asked.
"I wanted to name him in tribute of my late brother," she said, afraid he would dislike it. "Kentaro...but I cannot think of middle name."
"Hm....." thought Doc as he pondered, thinking of a name that would fit. After several minutes, he thought of a name long lost, a doctor who made a difference in his life a lifetime ago.
"Crawford," he said, "Kentaro Crawford Holliday."
"Very nice," replied a smiling Midori.
They then raised their glasses and Doc toasted, "To Elizabeth Karen and Kentaro Crawford."
"To Elizabeth and Kentaro," replied the smiling Midori. They klinked glasses and drank, just in time for their arriving dinner.
A young girl entered in the club and gazed around, smiling cheerfully.
She was wearing that old and somewhat dirty zoner fly-suit she used to love.
"Whooooooo..."She shouted. "This place really didn't change!"
She started to dance casually, moving her hips as she was walking slowly towards the counter.
A somewhat aged man was there, staring at her with surprise. "By Eris fifth nipple... "
The girl sat with alacrity on the counter. She waved her legs in the air while gazing at the people having some easy time there.
Finally, she turned around and smiled at the man. "Mord honey.... I missed you so very much!" "Concordia..."He finally said...
Kyte strolled in, happy to take a break from her chores. As Warden, she knew that her duties would be piled upon her desk when she returned, but she absolutely needed to disconnect for a time. She winked at the barkeep, who had her drink poured and waiting for her. She wasn't hard to please in that department, simple, light beverages were her preference and she was never disappointed here.
Sipping the cooled drink, Kyte took in the atmosphere... many changes, it seems... but the aroma wafting in from the kitchen was familiar and comforting. She never ordered, knowing that the culinary skills of the place would serve her just fine. A plate would appear shortly and she would enjoy it. In a world of Chaos, it was nice to know there were somethings that remained "no brainers".
Looking over to see Doc and his lovely wife, Midori, Kyte gave a smile and a silent nod as her first dish arrived, almost as if by magic.
"Enjoy, Warden" a soothing voice coo'd.
"Ooooh... Melon!" Kyte said when the small dish arrived, taking up her fork.
When was the last time he saw her?
One year? Two years?
He sighed and bowed to reach a bottle of old vodka. Pouring the beverage in a glass, he asked "So you're back, lass... You missed this place too much hmmm? Or did you come back to pay me back all the flax you borrowed when you left?"
The girl accepted the glass and bottomed it up in a blink. She then stuck out her tongue. "Whoooo! Ages i didn't drink coalition vodka!" She said, giggling.
She then handed him the glass, whispering :"Again!" Mord didn't make any remark and refilled the glass.
He then patiently watched her sipping the vodka, slowly this time.
When she finished, she stretched and, beaming, she yelled. "You're not funny! You were supposed to ask me again!" "Hmmm"replied Mord, almost repressing successfully a smile. He was affecting to be busy cleaning the glasses that were left empty on the counter.
He knew the easiest was to pretend to not be interested.
She finally shook her head
"Rahhhh! Bad Mord. I don't have your flax, sweetheart. I'm broke!" "Hmmm"replied again Mord.
As she was glancing around, looking at a woman eating melon, he finally added for good measure "Can't say i'm surprised. Young already, you had issues to save any flax from your pocket money"
She didn't seem to be listening. she was glancing at the dance poles.
A young man entered with a full wite uniform and a hat in his hands. He looked around and seated on the bar looking around. and he Ordered a small beer. He looked around and continued to keep his eyesight and mind at the Mirror zipping his beer slowly.
Emmanuelle was strolling around the Skyhook without a destination, she just went where her feet took her. After a while her attention was drawn by music that apparently came from afar, she orientated herself and started walking towards the music until a door blocked her path. She places her hand on the handle and hesitates, will she be welcome? Won't they just tie her to a pole and throw tomato's at her when they find out where she comes from? She shakes her head and tries to calm herself
"No... They only do that in Gallia..." she mumbles and after gathering all her courage she opens the door and walks in, she closes the door behind her and turns around to admire the room she just entered. She needed a while to realize her mouth was open and she quickly closed it again. She looks at the red sofa's and the stage with the poles, then she notices the bar and cautiously takes a seat on the far end of the man in the white uniform.
She gestures at the barkeeper "I woouuld liek a gred whine pleaz" she fails miserably at hiding her Gallic accent and looks away. Mord the barkeeper only gives her a strange look and tends to her order. While Emmanuelle is waiting for her wine she reaches into the pocket of the trousers she got from warden Kyte and takes out her cigarettes, she lights it and leans forward on the bar, gazing around the club.
She was remembering all the good time she had there, all that dancing, all those sweethearts smiling and drinking...
Smiling herself, she didn't notice a woman entering and Mord leaving the counter to serve her.
When she turned around to look back to him, she finally noticed no one was there anymore indeed.
Pouting, the girl glanced around and winked at a boy who seemed absorbed in his thoughts while sipping a beer slowly.
Finally noticing Mord was busy, she leaned forward, lying on her belly on the counter, to try to reach the bottle of vodka that was certainly hidden somewhere under it...
Without much luck.
Since Mord wasn't a fool and knew for quite a while the dictum 'Never let a bottle of vodka within reach when Concordia is around', all she was able to do was to cause quite a mess, making some empty bottles fall to the ground.
Mord, hearing that, gazed at the girl, and mumbling a somewhat soundful 'Damnit!', quickly left Emmanuelle to make the girl sit down correctly...
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