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She found his story to be of interest as she rested her chin upon her clasped hands, her elbows on the table. As she listened, she slowly rocked her head to the music with a slight smile. She had noticed the slight blue tone of his skin but didn't take alarm to it.
"So was it because of the cold that you have that skin tone?" she asked sweetly, taking a look down then back to his face. She then unfolder her hands to take another sip of her drink. Almost out of concern if for nothing else, she moved her hand to feel his skin.
"Yes," she added, trying to hide her slight Rheinland accent, "it sounds as if we have some stuff in common."
As they enjoyed each other's company, a beeper went off in her pocket. "Excuse me," she said as she sat up and looked at it. For her, she knew what it meant, Benjen was hungry. With the beeping, one hand went to her chest as she could feel her milk letting down.
"Um....if you're going to be around a bit, I need to go feed my son. I should be back a bit later. If not, I will be back on duty in the morning," she explained. She then smiled, "Thank you. It's nice having someone to talk with that understands me."
She then stood up, her hand still over her chest and made a hasty walk out of the lounge. As she passed the Klingon guard, he just nodded and went back to his business as she disappeared down the hall and around the corner.
As she had touched his skin she'd feel it almost as if ice cold having oddly a little bit of warmth in it. he wouldn't really move but he would have stiffened up as she did not normally allowing people to touch him"No its a powered thermial suit, I need to keep my core temprature below zero heat it just helps when I'm not around snow."he would hear the beeper go off and as she spoke he nodded understanding.
He moved his PDA device back on to his hand moving it so it was comfortable as he turned it on putting his music on as he continued to play with it soon he would send out transmission sending it to Izzy reading'Thats how you get on my bad side Izzy, I suggest you keep out of my business.'stright after reading the message the listening device she had would start playing music as another transmission comes through.'Enjoy, there are none to talk about my past but dead men.'
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The Reunion
Doreen had returned to the lounge only this time, she was working. At this point, Christopher had become a regular and she felt very comfortable around him. Still, she had her own issues to settle but on this day, many would be settled and Christopher himself would learn of a few and witness a bittersweet reunion.
"Commander Cook, you are clear to dock the Ark at docking bay one," announced Commander Haddock, "a guard detail will meet the ambassador and his guest."
With that,Ambassador's Ark completed it's mooring sequence.
The airlock door opened. John Holliday was standing with man and the man's young son who was all of thirteen. They were met by a Klingon security detail who greeted the Ambassador.
"It is good to see you again, Sir," the head guard said as the two men shook hands. He then looked to the man and nodded. He did the same for the boy who appeared to be scared. Then, together, the whole group began it's long walk to the Pleasantview Lounge for a much anticipated reunion.
"As per your order, Sir, Miss Nagger hasn't been told of anything," informed the head guard.
"Very good, Raffa," replied John Holliday.
The group looked rather impressive. Four heavily armed and armored Klingon guards, the ambassador in full robes and the Naggers in Zoner uniforms made their way. Personnel cleared the way as the moved through at a brisk pace. For Christian and Jason Nagger, it was a long time coming for this day after a long trial in Rheinland and an even longer time away from his family before that. He was tense and nervous but he tried to hide it. The group finally stopped just a few meters from the entrance to the lounge where the Ambassador then dismissed his guard detail.
"Thank you, Gentlemen," he said to them, "you are dismissed. Thank you for the fine escort." They all nodded and returned to their stations.
As the Naggers and ambassador stood still, they could see inside the fine establishment, the pride of Med.Force.One as it had become known and for Christian Nagger, he could no longer withhold his joy as a tear fell down his face.
There she was, his lovely daughter, Doreen, working hard as she was mixing another drink order.
He just watched in awe. It seemed as if she had put her life together. Jason also watched although the child seemed quite intrigued by all the commotion. Doreen looked up momentarily to take a breath through her busy work. It was then that something caught her eye. She put the bottle down that she was about to pour from and looked out into the hallway through squinted eyes.
"Daddy?" she said in a barely audible tone and in a state of disbelief. Last she knew, he was still incarcerated in Rheinland. But she stared and leaned foward a bit and then took a few steps to get a closer look. It was him and her brother.
She then started to cry. At a dead run, she screamed out, "Daddy!" as she ran and grabbed her father, hugging him tightly. The lounge came to a stop at what was going on and for the regulars who were stationed on the ship, they joined in applause knowing what the family had been going through.
"Oh, Daddy, I never thought I would see you again," she said through her tears.
"It's OK, Baby," he answered through his own tears, holding her tight and patting her back "Daddy is home."
He then held her back a little, "Let me look at you."
He admired her dress and her forced smile through the tears. "You look great, Baby" as he held her again.
Having backed off several meters, John Holliday stood away from them in the shadows. He didn't want to steal this moment from them. He just watched with his hands clasped behind his back.
She then let go of her father and hugged her brother, Jason, who was also in tears. While she did, John Holliday slowly turned to leave them to their peace.
"Doctor Holliday," she said to him to which he turned back to her, "Thank you. Thank you so much. I.......don't have the words."
Christian Nagger then walked over to him, "Doctor, I'll be forever greatful for you doing this. I can't possibly repay you."
John Holliday replied softly to the three of them in his old Earth southern drawl, "Oh, Suh, but you can. Be the father I know ya are." He then looked to Doreen, "Miss Nagger you may have the rest of the day off. I do believe you have someone else he needs to meet." She just smiled her response to him. He then approached the manager of the bar and arranged the rest of the day and with a tip of his hat, he left for his quarters while the Nagger family began a slow walk to her quarters where they entered.
Chris had watched them and her reunion with her father and was happy for her as he pushed a few buttons his wrist band out start to glow.
Later one the Med force would have come on a black Nebula with a stand Osiris lingering around it being partly exposed but mostly hidden covered in strange alien tattoos, as Chris received a transmission he got up and started to leave the cafe.
Soon the ship was met by a three winged ship which docked with the ship and headed back into the cloud with out a word. the cloud soon disappearing with the ship no where to be seen.
Doc Hollidays PDA goes off silently, leaving a contact channel and to tell Doreen to enjoy the little toy
It had been a few days after being labeled a Rogue Order Commodore before he returned once again, finding it easy enough to find the Med force ship but he would not be in his normal Nephthys ship and his previous communication names, this way he knew no one would be following him.
As the Freelancer Tagged Sabre docked with the Med Force its call sign would be Aron Ray with a blacked out cockpit to hide the person inside. The ship settled a little roughly not having being used to the extra bit at the bottom, being held up by the docking lock he stepped out of the ship and onto the deck wearing a black long sleeve hood being a bit to long for him as he held the end of the sleeve in his palm, it would be easy to underestimate him as he wore also wearing slightly baggy pants all this clothing would hide the two sleek Seraph black blades tracing down his back spine in the covers the hood perfectly disguising the hilts. even though he knew he might not need them he took them with him normally always being equipped with them, the clothing would also hid the powered thermal suit cooling his body keeping him below zero degrees.
Moving past the fights lot of Klingon guards rubbing his nose with his long sleeve like some teenagers did, he continued his way to the Cafe and Lounge having his head phones draping down his shirt a bit having some music playing from it but only lightly, everything would be what a typical 'kid' would wear except for a face cloth that people use in the snow to shield there face and nose his being quiet thin but have being made of a dense material as it draped along his shirt.
Upon entering the bar he stood at the door way turning to the Klingon guard and walking towards him having a bit of a hunched posture instead of a strong one trying to be descriptive as possible trying not to bring to much attention to his self, everything would be a black color that he wears having black cloths and hair except for his eyes being a unnatural golden look to it. "Salus, Warrior." he knew by the way he held his self he'd have great pride in his job of being a defender and soldier. "I think a person looking such as strong as you are would be the security to this fine establishment." he looked of to his sides seeing really no one near the guard probably because he wasn't human or maybe they scared the, those that were not use to his kind just yet. "Would we be able to sit and share a drink meus amicus?" he stood with a weak posture as he let the guard who looked a little strangely at him but it only lasting a few seconds as he masking it with his normal way he looked, him saying every thing so casual as if he was talking to a close friend
The guard, just took a look down at the stranger as he stood a good deal taller than him. He made no facial expression, his expressionless face being intimidating in and of itself. As the warrior stood tall, studying the stranger, he twitched his nose a bit. He then leaned over and sniffed and then paused for a moment. Then, he sniffed again before standing upright.
"You are different," he said. He then leaned over and sniffed again.
"You are not human," he said in a voice low enough so as not to startle anyone, "you are not Klingon."
He sniffed again, "And luckily for you, you are not Nomad."
His lips stretched slightly into a weak smile, keeping in mind the kind greeting he received.
"Allow me," he said as he snapped his fingers towards the bar maid, "a warrior's drink we shall have."
A waitress approached, "prune juice, Rhonda. Two glasses and please leave the bottle."
She nodded and returned to the bar. As he waited, he continued to study his new "friend" unsure of what he was or even who.
"I like people to know who they are speaking with," he explained. "I am Morosch, son of Kilgor. And who might you be?"
He stood as the juice and glasses arrived, moving only to hand one to his new friend.
He would wouldn't show any hint of being intimidated by the Klingon, smiling as he took the glace his hand completely steady as he takes the drink from him the water not even moving as he sets it down in front of him. "If I was a nomad... I'd be labeled as a deserter to them... killed them in the tens of thousands." he'd sniff the drink smelling it and inhaling everything before being satisfied nothing was in it. "Christopher Dangen of the Umbra Venator, Home.... Race and warship." he'd smile slightly watching him continuing to look at him in the manor.
He would have scruff hair with some facial hair growing his eyes staying there golden color the one thing that stuck out about him. "Nice to know you have a keen scene of smell...... maybe I couldn't of had taken a wash in a couple of days." He'd shrug know it wouldn't suit but really just saying it as a possibility. "Then again." he'd shrug "You already know the scent of humans." he sits back in his seat relaxing but keeping his back mostly straight. he took a drink from the glass then set it back down.
He'd look to far relaxed in his company a "A warriors drink I like that tastes a bit odd for me... something that I am not yet accustomed to I guess." He'd say with a smile looking at him. "Warriors always have magnificent weapons....... although I am not one I am a Hunter." He'd sit up a bit again before drawing two blades from behind his hood only doing so slowly as if to show them to the man. "Umbra Venator blades.... Shadow Hunter blades." He'd smoothly move his hands from the hilt to the mid end of one of the blades allowing him to handle them if he wishes. watching him carefully as he sets the other in front of him the sharp end pointing towards him just in front of Christopher's glass.
Outside of Med Force One, the shell of a Resheph Recon Cruiser appears. A lone Nephthys launches and heads toward Med Force One.
After docking, Jeremy Hunter steps and out walks to the Lounge. As he enters, he spots Chris sitting with a Klingon Guard, one knife on the table. Jeremy knew this would be a bad thing, but he would buck up the courage and talk to the cruel, impassive, seemingly emotionless man that had once been his friend, and in Jeremy's mind was till.
Jeremy walked over, planning his words. Ditching the long-drawn out speech that he would have given, he stopped by Chris and said in a voice only audible to Chris,
"Chris...as a friend, Im asking you to not attack the Order. As a friend, and I dont care if you dont consider me one."
Jeremy sped back up and took a seat at a table near the window, looking towards the Ghost Eye, and his thre trusted crewmembers: Captain Solomon, Commadner Ash Thomas, and Lt. Amanda "Aqua" White.
Jeremy put his head into his hands. Everything was going to hell. Eveyrhting.
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