Ensign Kieran Darkwater Angel One Following on from Crash, Bang, Boom Watching the Doctor leading the injured man from the room, Kieran couldn't help but feel as though something were being staged for their benefit here. According the files the women of Angel One saw their male counterparts as less than themselves, both physically and mentally, but they still placed a certain value in their health and wellbeing usually, much as children or servants. Indeed, life-matings were commonplace, with the male taking a household servant role to the female's matriarchal figure, so it seemed strange that they should all so pointedly ignore the man as he fell. Figuring he was unlikely to get anything intelligible from any of the women present, who's stares had already made it clear what they thought of his presence even if their lips had yet to say the word, Kieran drifted across towards the serving table where the men were repeatedly returning to fill glasses and pick up trays to carry off. "Good afternoon." he said quietly, his eyes on the table, gauging the reaction. Most of the women seemed content to allow him to move away and speak, even seemed glad of the distance as though he were returning to where he belonged, but Katriua's eyes flashed with anger, and he could see her seeking reasons to intervene. "Excuse me, uh...Sir?" said the nearest servant, to whom he had spoken, his eyes darting to their host. "I really should get on, or I shall get in trouble." "We wouldn't want that, would we?" Gevran said with a slight smile, "you'd better get on." OFF> _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ********************************************************** USS Vanguard: http://vanguard.iwarp.com Gamma Fleet: http://www.gammafleet.org.uk _Free_Lists: //www.freelists.org **********************************************************