Starbase 378
December 31, 2380
Starbase 378’s promenade was decorated for Christmas. Tinsel hung from the shop fronts, mistletoe was hung at intervals from the first floor crosswalks and Christmas trees were spaced around the main thoroughfare. Starfleet members milled around with civilians, human and alien, enjoying the party. An enterprising non-com in the communications centre had tapped into an old Earth radio broadcast, and 20th century music blasted out of the station intercom, currently someone was wishing it could be Christmas every day.
Scott Freeman and T’lana stood side-by-side leaning against the window of the Quick Stop, watching the revelry. Though a casual observer would think the Vulcan was being typically stoic, her husband could see the smile tugging the corner of her lips as she delicately ate from a bowl of mixed nuts and raisins. Shrad, Scott’s Andorian friend, danced past with Telis, the Andorian scout. Further along the promenade, Scott could see Captain Annabel Frost dancing with Commander Lee Quentin, whilst Bobbi March, the sniper, seemed to trying to eat her husband’s face underneath a bunch of mistletoe.
Scott smiled as Captain Laura DeBoer, his former first officer, danced by with Captain Craig Robinson, while on the opposite side of the prom Marie Duvalier from Scott’s SO team and Robert Miller from Annabel’s, were flirting heavily.
The song came to an end and another started. Scott glanced at T’lana, “You want to dance?” he asked. as he finished the orange he’d been eating.
“No, thank you. I do not enjoy it nearly as much as you. I fear it would also not be conducive to my digestion.”
Scott sniggered. It had been boring these past few months. Although there’d been another Borg attack on Earth while the Wraith had been out of position on the Tholian border, the crew of the Enterprise-E had ultimately destroyed the Cube. A few months after that the double-E had also defeated a Borg-assimilated science vessel, shortly after the Wraith’s encounter with a mysterious alien ship from the Beta Quadrant. But SO had had a quiet few months for which Scott was grateful. He and T’lana had been doing some serious talking about having children and even him retiring.
Now, he was looking forward to the New Year and wondered what the future held. But then, one never knew…
December 31, 2380
Starbase 378’s promenade was decorated for Christmas. Tinsel hung from the shop fronts, mistletoe was hung at intervals from the first floor crosswalks and Christmas trees were spaced around the main thoroughfare. Starfleet members milled around with civilians, human and alien, enjoying the party. An enterprising non-com in the communications centre had tapped into an old Earth radio broadcast, and 20th century music blasted out of the station intercom, currently someone was wishing it could be Christmas every day.
Scott Freeman and T’lana stood side-by-side leaning against the window of the Quick Stop, watching the revelry. Though a casual observer would think the Vulcan was being typically stoic, her husband could see the smile tugging the corner of her lips as she delicately ate from a bowl of mixed nuts and raisins. Shrad, Scott’s Andorian friend, danced past with Telis, the Andorian scout. Further along the promenade, Scott could see Captain Annabel Frost dancing with Commander Lee Quentin, whilst Bobbi March, the sniper, seemed to trying to eat her husband’s face underneath a bunch of mistletoe.
Scott smiled as Captain Laura DeBoer, his former first officer, danced by with Captain Craig Robinson, while on the opposite side of the prom Marie Duvalier from Scott’s SO team and Robert Miller from Annabel’s, were flirting heavily.
The song came to an end and another started. Scott glanced at T’lana, “You want to dance?” he asked. as he finished the orange he’d been eating.
“No, thank you. I do not enjoy it nearly as much as you. I fear it would also not be conducive to my digestion.”
Scott sniggered. It had been boring these past few months. Although there’d been another Borg attack on Earth while the Wraith had been out of position on the Tholian border, the crew of the Enterprise-E had ultimately destroyed the Cube. A few months after that the double-E had also defeated a Borg-assimilated science vessel, shortly after the Wraith’s encounter with a mysterious alien ship from the Beta Quadrant. But SO had had a quiet few months for which Scott was grateful. He and T’lana had been doing some serious talking about having children and even him retiring.
Now, he was looking forward to the New Year and wondered what the future held. But then, one never knew…
To be continued...
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^^ tho I might be wrong
