-= Corridor =- He knew his turn would come for that pie. He had dreaded the moment. Why was it that he thought such private promotion like his had been, could remain a secret on such little ship. Wasn't special forces suppose to live in secrecy, do secret misions and live in shadows of Starfleet, yet a private promotion news was diceminated around the ship faster than a direct order from the CO. Last thing he recalled was greeting the councelor, when it hit him, or she hit him... It did not matter, he was pied... soo pied. Now He knew he was headed for his quarters for that extra shower. He had cream all over his face and shirt. For his trip to his quarters he acted as natural as possible and walked, scopping the rest of the pie with his fingers, and delightfully enjoyed the rest of his promotion, wondering what flavour would be next. He kinda liked the Banana/chocolate combo. It would give him energy for the winter ball coming up later this evening. -= Gaalen's quarters =- He had glared at anyone even hinting on laughing at his predicament. Most crew actually congratulated him on his promotion, I guess everyone knew what pies meant around the ship. He undressed and jumped in the shower. He thought of eating at the party itself, since his stomac loudly protested the lack of raw materials to digest. Once he was out, he moved to his bed room and dropped on his bed, wanting to rest a little. He looked over at the picture of his quartet, when he was married to Ph'ell and Ghalev to Lilen. Unlike other races, Andorians mated biologically with another of the opposite gender but united in marriage with another couple, forming a quartet. Usually it was best friends, but it was known of arranged marriages for political leverage and other reasons. What had happened to Ghalev and Lilen since their disbanding of their union when Ph'ell died. He hoped they had managed and still lived together with many children. They had not seen each other ever since. He sat on the side of his bed and looked at his reflexion on the viewport. He rubbed his face, not knowing what to do. He stil wore the crewcut, clean cut of the academy, but seeing some members of the crew, he thought about changing a few things to his appearance. To, again, escape his past in a way. He still had a few hours before the winter ball so he hoped he could find a vacant holodeck to train his skills, his body. He thought about simulating a hunt, that was one of the methods he used to relax. One with nature, with himself, alone against the beast, to conquer it and his fears. He jumped out of bed and dressed up in day-to-day clothing before leaving his quarters. Ltjg Gaalen Idrani Deputy Chief Engineer USS Chimera __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The all-new My Yahoo! - What will yours do? http://my.yahoo.com