Pilots Meet
Posted on Fri Mar 22nd, 2024 @ 1:23pm by Ensign Daris Wren & Lieutenant Junior Grade Anzhelina Walker
Edited on on Mon Mar 25th, 2024 @ 5:45pm
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Episode 15 - The Evil That Lies Beneath
Location: After 11 - Deck 11 - USS Pioneer
Timeline: MD003 1930 hrs
Being off duty, Lieutenant JG Anzhelina Walker had just finished a workout session and had stopped by After 11 for a bite to eat. She ordered a chicken sandwich and a glass of orange juice.
Finding a table, she placed her food on the table and her sword on the chair next to her before taking a seat. Her sword was a replica of a 19th century Russian Cavalry sabre that her grandmother owned.
Daris made his way into After 11. He was told the lounge was a good place for some good food and a quiet place to read. He had received the latest paper from his former colleague at the Federation Archaeology Council. Giving up a career as an archeologist didn't mean a bit of peer review wasn't a worthwhile endeavor for him. However, when he arrived the room was crowded.
After getting his uttaberry crepes, Wren struggled to find a seat. Recognizing his fellow pilot, Daris made his way to the woman's table. "Excuse me, Lieutenant. I don't mean to impose, but the place seems a bit full tonight. Mind if I join you?" He asked with a cheerful grin.
"Not at all, take a seat." Anzhelina said with a smile moving her sword to the floor. "Yum, uttaberry crepes, what a good choice." She added.
Wren grinned in agreement as he sat. “My roommate at the academy made the best uttaberry crepes, I miss them. The replicator doesn’t do them justice.” He explained as he eagerly took a bite.
After a few moments, he glanced at the woman, and then her sword. “Curious, is that an Earth cavalry sword, nineteenth century, is it not?” He asked with admiration, both wondering why the woman would have such an antique, but also would carry it on her person aboard a Starfleet vessel.
"Good eye." Anzhelina said. "Its actually a replica of 19th century Russian Calvary sabre, my grandmother owns the original, its a family heirloom. I use this one for fencing practice."
Wren smiled as he cooled a bite of his crepe before ingesting it. Finishing the bite he nodded. "Fencing, with a cavalry sword? You must be quite skilled." He complimented the woman.
"I am." Anzhelina said without arrogance. "Its all about the application of physics." She added before taking a bite of her sandwich."
Daris simply nodded in understanding and agreement. “I never took up the sport, but I have great respect for it.” He commented as he smiled.
"My grandmother taught me, she was something of a swashbuckler." Anzhelina said. "She's a Starfleet Officer now."
Daris looked up from his crepes and grinned. "That must lead to some exciting stories."
"Yes, but not all the stories are suitable for polite company." Anzhelina said with a wink.
Wren simply laughed and nodded in agreement. “I suppose so.”
"So what do you do in your off-time?"
Wren gave a modest shrug, his one hand handling the fork while the other gestured at the PaDD on the table. “I have been engaging in a peer review of one of my former colleagues from the Federation Archaeology Council. She has been making some fascinating studies about ancient Vulcan culture during the time before their great wars. It’s been fascinating going over her research and data.” He said with an excited glee in his voice.
"Cool, mind if I look over it too? My mother was Vulcan." Anzhelina said.
Wren gave an apologetic smile. "Unfortunately this paper isn't quite ready, but I'd be happy to forward you over some of her published papers on Vulcan though." He said cheerfully as he took another bite of his crepes.
"I look forward to it." Anzhelina said. "I enjoy learning about different cultures. Perhaps genetic, my great grandmother claims to be an exobiologist, but she's more a conwoman and is wanted on several worlds for her crimes."
Wren nodded at Walker and considered this. "You seem to have quite the colorful family. Are you the same?" He asked.
"Well, apart from a few games of chance with crime lords, I kept pretty much on the straight and narrow." Anzhelina replied with a smile.
Darin wiped his mouth with his napkin as finished his crepes. He nodded to Anzhelina. "That sounds like a sensible option," He offered as he began to stand. "I appreciate you allowing me to join you. I'll see you at the department briefing in the morning then?" He asked with a friendly smile.
"Anytime, Darin." Anzhelina said. "Thanks for listening to my stories about my mixed up family." She added. "I look forward to working with you, see you at the briefing, bring coffee, they can take a while."
Wren smiled and nodded as he went to recycle his plate in the replicator and take his PaDD, heading back to his quarters to turn in.
Anzhelina smiled back and watched Daris go.
A Joint Post By
Ensign Daris Wren
Chief Flight Control Officer, USS Pioneer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Anzhelina Walker
Fight Control Officer, USS Pioneer
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