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[R’Khev Outpost 1600 hours] “What do you mean… A diligent? JUST a diligent? Do you people not know who I am?!” Commander Raan Mason’s expression remained as neutrally pleasant as it had before the irate bellow rang through the corridor ahead. He …
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The Resolute hadn’t yet been released from the shipyards, so her corridors were mostly deserted, apart from a few personnel in shipyard coveralls checking over systems and consoles a last time. The bridge was dark as he stepped onto it, the lighting…
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Mason hid his grin at Andrew's reaction to Kovash. He’d seen it before, many times. The Rivan pilot was gorgeous… in the way a poisonous bloom was gorgeous. Admire, from a distance, and keep your hands to yourself and you were safe. Touch without an…
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The two officers walked down the corridor, but rather than head for the airlocks as Jayce had expected, the Resolute CO turned toward the turbolifts instead. Arching an eyebrow, Jayce didn’t argue and followed Mason anyway. He’d reviewed the guy’s f…
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Getting to know you... 1.1 DIPLOMACY IN UNSETTLED TIMES... [Devron Shipyards, 18 January 2399, 2000 hours] She was utterly beautiful. Raan stood in front of the large windows, looking out onto the construction cradles. Ships of all classes and s…
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“No, it definitely doesn’t. But that’s what we signed up for. Although, I’m a little jealous of your cushy ride.” He chuckled, then his grin expression grew a little more serious. “I’m glad I met you too, although I have learned not to bet you on a…
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Raan Mason returned to the docking precinct the same way he’d arrived five days ago, with his pack slung over one broad shoulder. Approaching the docking clerk, he smiled despite her sour expression. She looked overworked and harassed, but given th…
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“Sounds like a wonderful way to round off an evening…” No one could accuse Raan of being slow. Sitting up, he managed to keep the towel in place with a little maneuvering, smiled his thanks to Sidat and went to get changed. He was waiting when Jul…
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He groaned. "There has to be another way... Perhaps we can rig these things to float or something. Anti-gravity beds? We could just float down the hall?" There was just one problem there. That plan would require engineering capability, and…
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“I will certainly do that.” His reply was low. He didn’t know yet where he would be assigned, what ship or task-force, and he didn’t believe in the god of his childhood anymore, so praying was out. He would have to resort to crossing his fingers or…
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“I’m an idiot,” he chuckled, then looked over his arm at her again. “And I bet you do. Very unfair to tease though, when I won’t get to see you in your finery…”
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He laughed as he filed the information away. Obviously, the way into her good books was a spa treatment. “Oh, I see your game,” he teased. “Lure a poor, unsuspecting junior officer in here as a lamb to the slaughter.” He put on a mock-innocent look…
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Raan nodded. His father had wanted him to get both his unit ink and the scar removed but Raan had always refused. As she pointed out, they told stories and those were stories, and lessons, that were hard-earned. He didn’t want to forget them. He ma…
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Her giggle was more girlish than he’d expected and delightful. “Raan is fine, I even answer to ‘oi you’ occasionally.” He turned his head slightly, sliding her a sideways look. “Are we in a position for me to ask a similar question or am I sticking…
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“Ma’am,” he said with a grin, making sure to look away as she settled herself on the massage table. The curves under that towel hadn’t escaped his notice, but he was too much of a gentleman to say anything. He didn’t have permission to make a commen…
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“Yes, ma’am.” The little cubicle had him feeling like a bull in a china shop. He managed to strip down and wrapped the towel around himself. Unfortunately, it was no larger than a postage stamp. He kept a hand on it to make sure it didn't slip as h…
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Raan approached the Emerald Fern Spa with a small amount of trepidation and more than a little amusement. This time last night he’d been dressed in leather and fur, drinking synth-ale and tonight… well, he had no idea what to expect so he’d opted fo…
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Raan was sat near the back of the briefing room, and arm over the back of the seat next to him in his customary lounge. A padd was balanced on one thigh, but he didn’t look at it, his attention focused on the speakers and what they were saying. His …
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Mason grinned, heading over at Rashka's greeting. He paused en-route to collect a tankard of mead from a serving girl. At least he wasn't the only one who had gone down the leather and fur route. "It's interesting for sure," he said, look…
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(Quote) Raan had been on his way back to his room when the message came through to his padd. His brow furrowed as he read, and he moved to one side of the crowded corridor, leaning one large shoulder against the wall. A viking meadhall? What was tha…
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He'd thought he'd know a lot about the klingons. He'd been wrong. Raan had managed to grab a good seat near the front and, like all the briefings, he listened intently, arms folded over his chest. But since he had something riding on this, he liste…
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"Deal." A smile curved his lips and he shook her hand. Like the rest of her, her hand was tiny and delicate, so he was careful not to crush her fingers. "Well, I guess I should go get a good seat. Make sure I listen carefully."
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A spa. He blinked. Okay, he hadn't seen that one coming. With a small chuckle, he nodded. "Deal. A spa session if you win. If I win..." He was forced to think quickly. It couldn't be anything too dangerous or difficult, nor anything that …
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His eyebrow shot up. He'd expected a polite slap-down for his tone... diplomatically, of course... but instead, she'd met him toe to toe. Although, given her rank and the little he'd been able to read about her in the public access files, he shouldn…
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He nodded as he took another sip of coffee. A little too warm still. "I plan to be," he replied, half watching a group of newcomers as they approached the coffee table. Taking a half step, he angled his stance subtly to present the width …
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He followed her gesture to where a delicate looking woman with dark hair was wrangling proceedings for the briefing. She had the appearance and manner of the professionally organised. "I wouldn't know," he smiled at the Commodore's commen…
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"Quieter than the one before," he admitted, taking a sip of the coffee. He sighed in contentment as the bitter liquid touched his soul. No matter what else happened, at least there was coffee. It was a constant he'd built his life on. The …
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Mason had skipped the coffee shop on the promenade this morning, instead opting to head directly to the TF93 briefing room and grab a good seat. He'd noted the day before that a lot of the briefings had coffee and pastries laid on so he took a gambl…
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Raan lifted his glass, even though it only contained a soft drink and held it out in a mock-toast. "May the gods bless Starfleet and it's tolerances," he said with a wicked grin. "Used and abused by those who need to get the job done…
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“True.” Raan sat back after finishing his meal, glass in hand. “Although in my opinion we need to be a little of both. Put theory into practise, then adapt and revise on the fly when Murphy sticks his oar into the plans, as he always does.” He hadn…