ON
The transporter chief looked up from his controls after he had verified
the signal being sent from the USS Forrester. The officer
beaming aboard mateialized in the normal fashion. The chief watched
her solidify and checked his read-outs again. What was taking so
long? The transport should be complete, yet...
"Is there a problem, Chief?" asked the form on the
transporterplatform. Se strode forward stooping just short of stepping
off. "Request permission to come aboard."
The chief just stared at her. Her Starfleet uniform was still
shimmering as if caught in the transporter beam. At times it was as
solid as his own and then almost completely transparent. She stood two
and a half meters tall, and was extremel slender. Her dark green hair
was a perfect match for her emerald green skin color. She smiled as
she immediately recognised the problem.
"You have never seen an Llavian before, have you chief," she stated.
Her voice had a sing-song, very soothing quality to it. "It is a good
thing I had my transporter chief handle the transport then, isn't it?"
"Aye, sir," replied the chief petty officer. She was right. He had
been negligent in his knowledge of her kind and could have caused her
harm if the transport had not been handled correctly. A mistake he
would not make again. "permission granted, Captain. Commodore Fyrstk
is expecting you in his ready room."
"Thank you, Chief," Captain Snervia said. She stepped off the
transporter, her uniform, actually a manifestation being maintained by
the Llavian's mind still shimmering.
As the door chime sounded, Lukas stood. "Enter." He readied himself
for the captivating appearance of the Llavian. To his right, his
step-son Malachi Styles also rose. Lukas wanted Malachi present so he
could witness the value of a critique of the mock battle between the
two starships.
"Snervie," Lukas said as the Llavian entered the ready room. "A
pleasure to see you again. May Ah introduce mah step-son, Malachi
Stahles."
"It is pleasing to see you again, Lukas," Snervia replied. She turned
and nodded to Malachi who was trying his best not to stare at the
captivating woman. "Young Master Styles, prodigy of Fleet Commodore
April Styles-Fyrstk. I have admiration adn respect for your mother."
"Thank...you....ma'am," Malachi said quietly, finding his voice.
"Please, Captain, have a seat," Lukas offered, pointing to the table
with a hot cup of blue liquid upon it.
"Llavian tea. How thoughtful, Lukas," replied Snervia as she sat down.
LUkas also sat at the tale, and Malachi joined them, sitting directly
to his step-father's right. "Nice tactic on emerging from the "storm,"
Snervia. You almost had me."
"And I would have, had you not inflicted such "damage" to the
Forrester<" Snervia replied. Her melodic voice betrayed no ill
feelings to her ship being defeated. "The new shield configurations
allowed us to maintain well inside the storm."
"Those modifications are quite a mystery, Snervia," Lukas said. "Any
indications what Starfleet is up to? Are they expecting more trouble?"
The Forrester's commanding officer looked to Malachi then
back to Lukas. She reasoned that if Lukas would ask her such a
question in front of the boy, it would be allowable to provide any
answers she had.
"I have no positive answers, Lukas, just speculation, like you," she
replied. Even though she had genuine concern, the way she said it did
not make it seem so serious. "During the time we spent in the ship
yards, there was definitel talk about strange ship upgrades. Rumors,
only, of some offensive capabilities added to the USS Patriot
and her reassignment to Deep Space 13. If one is to elieve the rumors,
one would say Starfleet know something it is not revealing to everyone."
"Ah'm sure we'll be fahnding out in tahme, Snervia," Lukas said. "Ah
just hope it's in tahme."
OFF
Commodore Lukas Fyrstk
Commanding Officer
USS Eagle, NCC 9561
