===== VIP Quarters, SB Kinsi ===== Feelling a bit uncomfortable, Martin looked @ himself in the large mirror in the bathroom. He wore his old Federation diplomat uniform. Two years back, he hold the diplomatic title of consul (OOC: Diplomatic junior rank) on Artemis IV and hoped he would get onboard the Chimera with its help. Well, that was more then hope ... during his brief time as NCO on the Archer he managed to secure that his old records in the fleet database were still active ... It was a long time since he wore that outfit ... washed hair and fresh toilette ... made a new man out of him. Tall and nice looking, dark hair and eyes ... together with his diplomatic uniform ... 'not that bad' He tapped the comm module on the wall and activated it: "Consul Guzman to USS Chimera's operations" +TAPS+ USS Chimera here, LT. Foster. How can i help you consul?" "I request the permission to beam on board Lieutenant." Martin said into the COMM. +TAPS+ Your visit is not sheduled. Do you have any clearance i can verify? Knowing the fleet procedures about starngers boarding teh ship, Martin was not surprised about the LT's request. "I am transmitting my clearance Lieutenant" he said and tapped two buttons on the COMM pannel. After a while the slightly bored voice of LT. Foster said: +TAPS+ Your clearance is verified consul. Stand by for transport and wellcome on board. Martin grinned to himself: "Thank you Lieutenant". After a moment the familiar blu-ish haze of a fleet transporter took Martin's molecules away ... ===== USS Chimera ===== Martin straightened his uniform and tapped the door chime. It was the door leading to Oriana's quarters. The same Oriana, he met and helped a day ago on the station. To be honest, this vulcan woman woke some forgotten feelings inside him ... and even if he tried to hide them ... they won the upper hand. And there he was ... standing in front of her quarters, hpoing the best. Oriana was in her quarter for more hours. Yesterday, when she came to the ship, she wanted to begin with her work, but in atrometrics it was thousands of gnomes all over. So, she gave the astrometrics to Petrel again and she walked away to her quarters. She tried to meditate, but it speed badly, she was to nervous. She can`t sleep too, it was, as if she dream nightmares of all the crew members. So she went to the drill-hall and she spent there rest of the night. The vulcan exercises helped her, but she was overwatched. Another time she made not any difference because of her swell eyes and pale face, but today yes. Dressed in tangly folded vulcan dress, similar to a earth romish toga, she drank up the tea at the moment, as her door chime rang. She went to open the door and she stayed to see suprised. "Oh, err ... Mr. Guzman," she said. Martin smiled. He noticed immediately that the Vulcan was a bit iracional ... like affected by emotions. Quite unusual ... but that was just the Vulcan woman he found so interesting ... and dammed attractive! He gave her a slight old fashioned bow and replied: "Miss Oriana. I am glad to see you again." With only the slightest blush he continued: "I hope i am not too crazy to ask you for a dinner. I've heard {What a lie} that your mess hall is quite a good deal" She didn`t know, what she should to say. All in her cried: {stop this ilogical ideas!}, but did she want that? {I mustn`t let him to go again.} "Yes, I accept," she said. Martin smiled in gladness. "Great thing" he said. As she just kept looking at him he looked down at her toga and in her eyes back again: "I suppose you want to change now ..." After an another moment Oriana blinked and replied like woken from a day dream: "Yes, thats logical" but didnt moved a step. Martin was almost perceived that Oriana was up for something different then a meal, but not wanting to risk his fortune for the day he just smiled at her and said nonchalantly: "I'll wait for you here Oriana" Now she turned in the door and heading deeper in her quarters. As the door closed with a his, Martin catched her facial expression mirrored on the window ... and he could swear she was smiling. ===== End of log ===== Ens. Oriana CSCiO USS Chimera & Martin Guzman (NPC) civilian