View Single Post
Join Date: Jun 2012
02-02-2013, 03:47 PM
Originally Posted by
*James pauses as the cards are being set up and dealt. *
Texira: *She stares at the empty seat..* Still can't believe Firie is dead...
*Wax is silent.. *
Wax: Nor can I believe that my people threw off the government for slavery...
My people committed treachery...
Damon: Nor that all that has happened has happened..
James: *bearing it as he can tell that they are trying to avoid the talk about Firie and about his condition.* Well.. It has happened folks.. All we can do right now is keep the people with us alive and well as best as we can.. We still have a hard road ahead...
*The door opens it is the guests.*
*David and John walk in, David carrying a bottle of Romulan Ale.*
David: The Captain sends her regards, and said for us to go easy on you if you start playing Poker. Demolishing you guys in a card game is her job.
By the way Admiral, she also asked me to remind you that you still owe her 30 credits from your last game.
John: She'd be here herself but... well with all that's happened she needed a good night's sleep.
*John's communicator chirps.*
*John walks over to a silent corner and answers the communicator.*
Are you sure?
No, I'll tell him later. Thank you Lieutenant. Get some sleep.
*John rejoins the group.*
David: What was that about?
John: I'll explain later. Let's just say that I think sleep will be the last thing the Captain gets tonight.
David: Okay... I'm gonna try not to think about that.
*The pair sit down at the table.*
Deal us in Wax. The sooner we give you nightmares of losing to Poker, the better.
My Fan Fictions
"Logic and War are old enemies"
Vice Admiral Soval - Commanding Officer, U.S.S. Bunker Hill