Stardate 91371.91 USS Explorer
Commander Derip B’zoph stalked
the halls of the Explorer looking for
the Captain. His Andorian antennae
twitched in frustration from his lack of locating the Vulcan Vice Admiral. Derip
knew that the captain needs to perform some of his rituals in isolation. But
where on this ship would he find that solitude?
The fact that he had asked the computer to locate the captain was met
with some message about it not necessary for him to know infuriated him to no
end. In fact, he believed that the captain took some perverse Vulcan pleasure
from angering him.
Stomping past the botanical labs
he picked up an odd sent. Like some incense was burning in one of the labs. He
recalled that Vulcan’s liked to burn these smelly candles in their rituals. He
twisted his head and followed the scent in the air. The spicy aroma lead him through a couple labs
and finally into a lab with lush jungle vegetation. The heat was unbearable but
he pushed on. As he approached the end
of a table filled with leafy green bushes, Vice Admiral Danic stepped out from
behind it, with a lumpy bag in hand.
“There you are Captain.
Starfleet has sent a communicade for your eyes only. You are needed on the
bridge.”
“Wait a moment, Derip. I need
for you to keep my presence here a secret.”
Derip furrowed his brow. “Why
would that be, Captain?”
“It has been the once place I
have found on this ship that I can be alone and not disturbed for a few hours
each day. Do you not have the desire to get away from others, the demands of
command, and from the rigors of duty for a few moments? To escape the public’s
eye?”
Derip paused, it was
uncharacteristic of Danic to ask such personal questions. “Well, yes. But I use
the holosuite to bring up my home on Andoria. The ice fields really give you a
sense of being alone. And the temp is so refreshing to be in.”
“I see. Well, this is my
holosuite, my place to contemplate my day and relieve the stress of command, and
a place that I will most likely not be found by the crew or the senior staff.
The temp is not unlike that of Vulcan, but with more humidity. I also take
advantage of the strong smells that the vegetation create to hide the smell of
my meditation candles. I have told the computer that I am not to be disturbed
where here except in dire emergencies. “
“Humph…I see. I will keep this a secret. But can you let
the computer know to tell me you are meditating when I need to reach you? I
don’t think the crew liked seeing me stomping through their areas looking for
you.”
“Oversight noted and I will take
measure to adjust it. Now, shall we go see what Starfleet Command wants?”
“Yes, after you?”
The Captain and his First walked
calmly to the turbo lift, and their new orders.
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