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Located aboard [TAZ]Med.Force.One the Pleasantview Lounge was considered by the medical staff and visiting dignitaries to be one of the best views of the stars and one of the best places to unwind after a long day's work. Medical personnel often mingled with the ship's command staff as well as with visiting scientists and medical people and the occasional recovering patient or passerby. It was here that even would-be enemies occupied the same area.
It was a grand lounge with much of the food grown on ship in the biodomes. Other food stores came in from all over Sirius. The bar was well stocked in the same way. Malted beverages from Rheinland, Coalition vodka, Gallic Wine, Saki and Liberty Ale were readily available. Even those harder to get exotics from Planet Crete, Malta and from other groups.
Although the ship's command staff was responsible for it's operation, a young Rheinland girl found a home on ship after being left for dead in an escape pod in the Omegas. With a newborn child and no family to return home to, she was given work in the cafe.
Considering her recent ordeals, young Doreen Nagger, all of 19 years old, was discovered to be a hard worker. With her father's trial ongoing in Rheinland, she wasn't always the friendly sort as she also spent much time learning to deal with her trust issues. Complicating that was her ongoing efforts to give up cigarettes. When she was off duty, it was another job in itself to not sneak a smoke.
If things weren't too busy, she might chat with a patron. If she was busy, her attitude matched her beauty if needed and she really didn't care to open up about herself.
Live entertainment was another frequent occasion there ranging from a string quartet up to a rock band. Most of the time, however, it was that of a brass ensemble with a piano for a relaxed atmosphere. When life was brutish aboard the ship, it was otherwise good at the Pleasantview Lounge.
after helping escort the ship Christopher walked into the lounge in the same manner he did on Toledo. Looking around and finding the most isolated table at the time, he'd be holding a toy replica of a Nephthys fighter having a little weight to it being made from one of the damaged armor plating's of his ship that he recycled into the toy. He looked around to see the lady around his age that Haddock was talking about, sitting down at the table that was most isolated, his stomach roared, his mouth was dry and he was desperately tired. leaning his arm across the top of the table he laid his head on his arm tapping the table with his hand in time with his heart beat as he pushed the button on the Nephthys toy that had solar panels on the wings powering it as it played a calming harmony that would sooth any one to sleep. He'd always hated to sleep the dreams were always far from pleasant. He looked around to see what the service was like to see where some one might get food if there was any, deciding if there was he'd get a nice cold soup food and liquid.
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The crowd was steady but manageable as people going off shift were coming in to unwind a bit. These folks made the job easy for the Klingon guard that maintained watch. He often sat with one of his own at a small table at the entrance. Although all visitors had to turn their sidearms over upon entry on the ship, he made an extra check. Every so often the young bar maid would bring him a glass of prune juice to keep his whistle wet although food was something she didn't serve them as she found their tastes repulsive.
She was wiping the bar down while she had a second when she noticed the stranger sitting in a far table. She sighed, wondering if someone of the waitstaff was going to pay attention to him. After several minutes with no attention, she again sighed, put her rag behind the counter, grabbed her order pad and walked over to his table.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but it seems as if the rest of the staff hasn't noticed you here," she explained, "my apologies."
He didn't have to look hard to tell that she was a bit tired and stressed, as if much was on her plate but she was trying to hide it. She was respectable to the guest but she didn't really smile much. She then handed him a menu as she looked over at the bar where another drink order was coming in.
"You will have to excuse me, Sir," she said with a slight hint of annoyance at the slacking of her staff, "I will be back in a minute to take your order."
She quickly walked back to her position and began giving one of the waitresses a quick pep talk, pointing in the direction of the stranger as if she needed to pay more attention.
Chris had no weapons on him as he trusted Doc Hollidays and his crew, He'd have eye'd up the Klingon guard there as he does with every one seeing how much a threat they were, they were high but he wasn't really here to cause trouble in the slightest way let along make enough to get into a fight. He'd listen to what she said nodding understanding she had her job to do and he never minded waiting he found the lounge pleasant enough better then Toledos one, it having a slight gloom to it and every one was careful what they talked about here at least it was nice looking and pleasant and seem to have character to it.
Christopher was sitting up now preventing his self from going to sleep having stopped the musical Nephthys toy its effect had almost sent him into a place he'd rather not go, he'd of set his mind on a meaty soup not really having much luck on digesting vegetables. He waited until she came back having wanted to give her to toy for her child, it normally sent him to sleep with out much complaint although the others that stayed with him didn't seem to appreciate the music it played, It helped him when he had to sleep some times just hearing it in his sleep maybe it would help her child.
He pulled his sleeve back having a brace PDA system attached to being the one he normally used to link up with the Black Squadron net work now converted into a Personal PDA device. He'd bring up a river of text but instead of being what seems to be a story the main title 'City of bones' by Cassandra Clare.
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Doreen began preparing the drink order she had received, giving a big sigh in the middle of it as she poured the many variants of liquors into glasses, popping the tops of some beer bottles and pouring drafts. Realizing she wouldn't get to her customer personally, she stopped long enough to tell the waitress in front of her to tend to him.
"Would you mind taking that gentleman's order over there, please.....and next time don't mingle so much by the window," she asked just barely loud enough for the stranger to hear. With a sigh of her own and a rolling eye head shake, the waitress approached the stranger.
"I'm sorry, Sir," she began with a smile, "what can I get for you?
He'd look from where he was reading after a while wanting to get to a part he wouldn't lost."Just a Steak soup please..... could you cook it then..... make it cold again, sounds weird I know but that's how I need to eat it."He'd look at the waitress waiting for her to get that down as he played with the Toy in his hand. "Could you give this to Doreen....... just a little gift out of respect for Doc." He'd wait to see what her responce" was going back to reading his book on the PDA. "Oh and please tell every one, Not to call me Sir my names Christopher or Chris."He knows when he sees a faked smile, had to pull some off on his diplomatic adventures.
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"Very well, Chris," she said with a smile, "I will give the special cooking instructions to the chef."
She then took the small toy, looking at it with much confusion. It didn't dawn on her that the toy was for Doreen's child so she thought it was some sort of gesture.
She handed the order to the chef and made her way to the young red head who was nursing a glass of soda for herself, "That man, he told me to give you this," she explained as she placed the toy in Doreen's hand.
She studied it. It was cute, a small Order fighter, but she was confused.
"He said it was out of respect for Doc," the waitress added.
Doreen then looked up at Chris but she wasn't happy. Thoughts raced through her mind, "How does he know I have a baby? Who told him? Who is this guy?" Shame began to fill her as she didn't want people knowing how young she truly was, the situation that she was in, the trouble her family was in and that she was a young, single mother as a result with no where to go. The shame turned to tears.
She sniffled as she grabbed some tissues, "Rhonda, watch the bar, please." With the tissues in one hand at her face, the toy in the other, she quickly walked out from behind the bar, out the front door and out of sight as she left for someplace private. Rhonda followed her as far as the doorway where the Klingon guard had already taken things the wrong way. She noticed him staring down the stranger in anger.
"It's OK, Kruk," she said placing her hand on his chest armor, "he didn't know. It's not his fault."
Away from everyone, she hid in a store room having locked the door behind her. The shame she felt made her cry harder, the mistrust she felt only made her feel more lonely. What was worse was that it was the result of a gesture made by a stranger in good faith who had no idea how hurt she was.
"Crowley! What the hell where you thinking there?" says some bean counter from the Finance division, referring to my little adventure in Baden Baden. "I was field-testing a new drug to see what effects would be in a non-controlled environment... you twit." I snap back at him.
He comes back with the typical accountant response, "Well that still doesn't explain your expense account, over 100 million creds! What the hell do you think we're made of? Money!", I reply sharply, "Yes you twit. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta get back to my research.", looking for the first reason to get out of there before they set the dogs on me.
He looks back at me as I head for the door and says, "Oh, by the way, this came from Cambridge for you.", he hands me a manila envelope that said:
Cryer Pharmaceuticals
C/O Dr. Marvin Crowley, Administrator
Experimental Substance Division
Atka Research Station, Sigma-17
What the hell I thought, Doctor, I'm not a Doctor. All of a sudden a wave of excitement hits me, I tear the top of the envelope, and in it was a thick piece of paper. On it inscribed:
UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE
I hereby certify that
MARVIN CROWLEY
of HOFMANN COLLEGE
in the University of Cambridge
was at a full congregation holding in
the Senate House on
01.26.820 AS
admitted to the degree of
DOCTOR OF PHILOSOPHY
"Haha sucker!", I yell at him as I run like a giddy school girl. I eventually get to the dock were my research ship, the Momo was moored. After a few frantic moments getting my crew together, we took off. After a few hours of roaming around we found the Med Force One, exchanged the usual pleasantries with the Officer of the Day (or what ever his title is), ran down to the bar and announced: "The drinks are on me!" I lean to the bartender and whisper to him, "Put this on Cryer's expense account, thankyou."
He did not know he made her up set as he sat there where he was, he rarely looked up only to see when new people came in or when he felt some one watching him, he was never the type of person to purposely physically or mentally harm a woman he found it distasteful but he did when he was forced to and never enjoyed it. He looked up feeling someone burning a hole in his back so to speak, seeing the guard watching him some thing about his look put him in a defensive state his hazel eyes turning black along with his dark brown hair, changing smoothly as if it was a trick of the light, he sat more up straight ready to move if he needed to it was his nature that when he suspects danger to be ready for it. He was no longer actively reading the PDA writing of the book which he was happily reading before, now he was slightly watching the guard, completely oblivious to what he had done to Doreen
As she held the little Nephthys fighter she'd of knocked one of the buttons on it, it having other harmony songs on it a calming tune would play through it being low, so one would have to pay attention to it to really hear it.
Chris really never had any problems with feeling lonely most of his of the life he remembered he was just that, alone every time he made a friend he barely saw them again and to his knowledge he had no family until recently when his sister had turned up out of the blue and she seemed to be scared of other people and this always put him on edge when he saw her in such a state. As he kept looking at the guard who looked as if he was still angry he'd start to get more uneasy as he kept looking around at every noise to make sure it was no threat always alert, not having noticed Doreen leave.
shortly after his forearm PDA brace would glow admitting a small AI that looked like a Wolf "Commodore, is there something wrong, showing elevated heart rate and changes."He sighed angrily annoyed at the AI still stealing a glace at the guard now and again."I told you Jim never to call me Commodore and don't take Victors form you know damn well what he meant to me."The AI shifted back into a human form of its own starting to walk around on the table still being projected from the PDA sitting in front of him."Nothings wrong and do not interfere."Jim shook his head slightly."You've changed Chris, for better or worse." Soon the AI despaired again as he watched the guard openly now trying to see what he had against him, having forgot about the fact he had ordered food
Jeremy sighed as the Med.Force.One came into view. Some higher up and suggested that the biggest screwup ever should take some more leave. Like he didnt already do that and almost hide in the back of Crete drinking his life away. His friend and soon-to-be chief communications officer for his Reseph Amanda "Aqua" White had suggested Doc Holliday and the PleasantView. So, Jeremy had launched, heading for a luxiourious place that would but Crete to shame in class but maybe not...yeah, drinks and food as well. As Jeremy angled for a landing, the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. He whirled the fighter around. He saw an outline in space, one very familiar. His face flickered to a grin as he recognized the shape. As he landed, another fighter craft landed-a Raven's Talon, with a lion head on the side. He climbed out to meet his best friend and love of his life Isabella Archer.
"What are you doing here Izzy!"
"Felt like going to a nice bar that isnt going to have some cops coming in demanded me and Ellie's precious Orion."
"I can relate."
Jeremy slipped and arm around izzy's waist and walked to the Lounge. As they approached the door, they heard crying coming from a storeroom. Izzy touched Jeremy's arm. "I'll go. Girl buisness Im guessing."
"Ok Iz."
Jeremy entered the lounge and froze. Sitting at a far table was Christopher Dangen. Smoothing out his looks, he walked purposely to a table by Chris and sat down. He took out a PDA and started playing some handheld video games. His eyes where on Chris and the door, where Izzy would appear. He glanced at Chris, a smile on his face, then ignored him. Chris had his reasons to not be Order.
Jeremy continued the game while he waited for someone to take his order.
His PDA Holoprojector glowed, revealing his AI, Izzy.
"Jeremy."
"Izzy...maybe I should rename you Namine so I dont get you and my gf confuzzled."
"Oh, fine loverboy. Use that nickname in Izzy's company."
Jeremy slid his eyes againa t Chris, wondering how his life was.
"Uh, just go and talk to him."
"No, I wont Namine. I'll let him start the conversation. Forcing it with Chris isn't the best idea."
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