==== Begin log ==== One hour passed away. Oriana went along the promenade to the transporter terminal, to let transport her to the ship. She wanted to be aboard the ship and in her work. A man stand to her way at once and said: "Long live and prosper. A nice flower for a nice woman? For you only for 28 stripes of lantium." She looked at the flowers, they were of deep red color, alike the Earth roses, but the florets were bigger and the blades were of an another form. The seller talked along: "And it smells sweet, smell." And he thrusted the flowers in front of Oriana's face. Oriana smelt weak sweet aroma. She pushed aside the flowers with her hand. "Mister .... " she waited. "Oh excuse me Madam" the man said and bowed slightly, "my name is Scarred, Max Scarred. Flowers from all around the galaxy is my motto ..." "Mister Scarred, the Vulkans have smell worse, as the humans, so the aroma of the flowers interest me not. And the flowers have to habit in their natural surrounding," she looked at the flowers properly: "They remind me the Wildwood roses from Dornia III. But they may not be exported from that planet." The seller paused for a while, then continued quickly: "But they aren`t . Look, I get they to you for 25 stripes." He looked at her expressionless face: "22? ... O.K., O.K., 20 is my last offer." "I have not the interest for this transaction," she said and wanted to go away. But the seller was again before her. "Miss Vulcan, what did I to you? I offer only the flowers." Oriana fetched breath. "You have any troubles miss?" a voice from behind the seller asked. As Scarred jerked and looked backwards he saw a rather tall and somewhat musculous figure of a human comming their way. The man wasnt a fighter type ... but his appearance expressed a hidden danger ... just a type of man one doesnt want to have as an enemy. Oriana looked at the man, who appeared in the right moment. "Could you help me to clear up this man, what it mean "no", please?" She looked him directly to his eyes, they was ... "Window the the soul" she can`t remember another phrase. She looked in another side rather. Scarred looked sideways at Oriana and said calmly: "Of no way miss Vulcan, if you are not interested in this beautifull flower you just have to say it. I just thought that a pretty and clever woman like you would recognize a good oportunity ..." Martin Guzman smiled at the seller and said: "Come on, I am sure the lady here isnt interested in your flower." He smiled even broader: "I suggest you take the path backways ..." and pointed behind himself. Gruntling to himself Scarred took his leave. Martin turned back to Oriana and wondered about her appearance. Dressed in an white, slightly transparent ancient terran toga, this wulcan woman looked quite appealing. Seeing her like this with no man next to her was unusual. Martin was not sure, but he had the slight feeling that she is smiling at him and looking at him in a way a Betazoid woman - interested in him would. "Can i mybe help you in some way miss?" he asked innocently? She looked at this man and her automatic answer "No, thank." changed at her mind in somethink, what she couldn`t say: "Maybe, mister. Are you drinking?" She ... rebounded ... "Oh, what I am saying? Sure, you are drinking, I wanted to ask only ..." She stood quiet to thought {What is on this man, what ... distracts me?} Martin was surprised for the second time today. This vulcan woman was not an ordinary vulcan ... she seemed not to be just the Iceberg vulcan woman used to be commonly. Eighter she was not a 'true' vulcan or she was distracted ... {by me?}. Sure, Athena was Athena ... shining beauty and fire, but Oriana was of an transcendent unotouched beauty ... so typical for vulan woman and her 'reaction' revealed the 'fire' inside this woman ... He noded to her question and said: "Yup, a good quess. I drink all beverages from Beer to klingon blood wine, even when i prefer earth whiskey." He beamed a smile at her and added: "Which one would you like to try this evening?" "Anything," Oriana concentrated her mind and when she began to tell again, she was the emotionless Vulcan like always: "Thank you for your help. I hung up you enough, I am sorry. Now I have to ... report on my ship for the duty." {Hah ...} Martin thought, {maybe i scarred her ...}. The change in Oriana's reactions was almost fascinating. A young lively eager woman in one minute ... and an cold vulcan officer in the other ..." Martin sighed and shrugged: "Of course, maybe next time." Interested to have a clue where to find her if needed he asked: "Can i ask you on what ship do you serve?" "Yes, on Chimera. I am a chief science officer there." she said. What for a reaction? "Why do you ask?" A cloud passed on Martin's face as he took a deep breath. {Dammed ship ... why have all the nice girls have to be from that ship?}. Frowning a bit about Oriana's reply he said with a trace of displeasure: "So I take that you know my brother Shane. I believe he is your executive officer ..." She raised her eyebrow with surprise: "Interesting. Commander Guzman is your brother?" She looked at him: "Now I see your familial similarity." She looked around nervously and then said: "I am sorry, I need to go now, really. Have a pleasant day." She nodded her head to greeting and she turn away very slowly and not to like As he looked Oriana slowly leaving he knew that she was waiting for him to sasy somthing ... maybe to ask her for a date or so ... but he could not. Oriana was the second woman he let to leave ... and all cause Shane. {Jezus ... brother ... I'am getting sick!} He knew he will regret it later ... but he turned in the oposite direction then Oriana and walked off. ===== End of log ===== Ens. Oriana CSCiO USS Chimera & Martin Guzman (NPC by Muma) XO's brother