Taral81424
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"Oi!" Juliet exclaimed, unable to hide her smile. "Come on, then. We have a lot to do on our way back to Devron." She headed into the shuttle, eager to return home after a productive, interesting, and amusing week.
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"Not yet," she answered. "My command is still being made spaceworthy after a decade floating around Qualor II. I should get it in a month or so." She grinned widely. "But she'll be mine, all mine. How about you? If they invi…
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“Until then,” she replied, waving goodbye with delicate fingers. When he left, she noticed her friends looking at her and the smiles on their faces. She also realized she was blushing. “All right,” she said, paying their teasing looks no mind, but…
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Juliet looked up at his face and smiled. "Thankfully, yes. See that man over there?" She pointed to a tall bearded man talking with Kara. "That's Captain Jason Hawk. He commands the Excelsior-D. He's transporting a handful of us back …
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Juliet smirked. "Alas, we have no coins. And I'm not going out there in a towel, Raan." The massage ended, and Curith helped the Commodore sit up and get her towel back into place. "Come on, then. If I can move, so can you. Tell you …
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"I know what you mean," she replied. "We'll figure this out. We're competent Starfleet command officers." Her mind, however, couldn't work right. Not until the massage ended. "Something about transporters? But we probably d…
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"Well, tell you what. From next month on you can find me either aboard USS Saturn in the vicinity of Klingon space, or at Starbase 86. If they assign you to Task Force 93, and you find yourself along the Klingon border, look me up and we'll hav…
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Colour came to her face as she understood his meaning. She grinned. "You missed out then on me stepping on your feet in a ballroom dancing lesson. I've not danced over twenty years. It would have been a sight. Plus I look damn good in a ball go…
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Juliet smiled and laughed at the compliment and the seriousness of the suggestion. She stood to greet him. “It’s good to see you, too, Jufv. No time travel, just years of self care and pampering. And please, Juliet is fine right now. I’m afraid I di…
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"I told you," she said with wide smile on her face. "People still make fun of me for this, and I couldn't get another Admiral in here to save my life, but I stand by it. I took shore leave after Operation: Gatecrasher and spent most o…
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"Raan, we're not on duty, and I'm wearing a towel," she observed dryly. "I think 'Juliet' is fine." She turned her head enough to look at him. "And while a lot of our scars can be healed, I prefer leaving the ones that tell …
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Juliet giggled. "We'll let our hosts pick for you, so you can find out." She closed her eyes and allowed Curith to begin working the oil into her shoulders. A good posture was something she still struggled with. While she'd spent years be…
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Thankfully, the identical towel on the Commodore neatly covered everything that needed covering. She wasn't ashamed to admit that her eyes lingered on Raan's frame. She was impressed, especially given that he was -- to her great surprise -- older th…
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“Sounds about right,” Juliet said with a laugh. “That happened to me on arrival day. Nice outfit, by the way, but it won’t matter.” She was still in uniform, though the jacket was unzipped. She wasn’t on duty, but hadn’t been able to get back to her…
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“Excellent question, Captain,” Juliet answered. “And truth be told one for which we do not have an adequate answer. Since the first major war between the Federation and the Klingon Empire in 2256, House of Mo’Kai has been associated with trickery an…
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“Thank you,” Juliet said to Catherine before moving along to find wait staff to take an order. She loved this sort of event, and got to attend more and more of them as the years went on. Sometimes dress uniforms were called for. Other times, her fa…
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Next in the door was Commodore Juliet St. Clair. Her own briefing had gone well, as had the others from Task Force 93. She had been given the opportunity to speak with quite a few officers, many up and coming whose careers she wanted to follow close…
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"You'd better," she replied. "Saying you didn't learn anything because you weren't paying attention doesn't count." She winked, finished her last bite of croissant and mouthful of coffee, and set gave her empty dishes to passing …
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She arched an eyebrow and pursed her lips. Ballroom dancing wasn't something she'd had any experience in. But she recognized the suggestion for what it was. Something he was at least interested in, but that he suspected would push her comfort zone j…
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"Hmmmm..." she made a show of thinking hard. "If I win, you join me for a session at the Emerald Fern spa before Osiris ends. I'm going to want another treatment from them anyway. What do you have in mind if you win?"
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"Are you, now?" Juliet said with a smirk, her own tone matching his. "Well, I don't want to waste your time if you don't think you'll learn anything," she teased, "but I think you'll hear something you didn't know before.&qu…
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She tucked that bit of information away. An ambitious officer was always useful to have on side. Starfleet needed the best, and an upcoming prospective CO like Raan Mason, who hadn't yet been assigned a ship or even a Task Force, should be cultivate…
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Juliet grinned at his answer, and his implication about fancy higher-up events. "No, evening was quiet. Dinner with a random group of officers. I bumped into my former Strategic Operations Advisor and her XO, so I hope to have a meal with them …
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"Good morning, Commander," Juliet said, holding both her coffee and a small plate containing a croissant. "It is indeed filling up. People really want to see Admiral Thrace's presentation." She took a sip of her coffee and smiled…
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Juliet had been fascinated by all three presentations so far, but this one somehow drew her in even more. What could have possibly left that part of the Galaxy, an area hundreds of light-years across, in such a sorry state? She raised her hand, and…
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Commodore Juliet St. Clair, of Task Force 93 rather than 25, sat in the back and listened intently. She knew the basics of what had been presented but to this point had not had the authority to see the specifics. These discoveries truly were fascina…
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"That's right," Juliet answered. "She's actually been in mothballs for the better part of a decade. But my future First Officer and Chief Engineer are both already on board, hopefully solving more problems than they make." She pi…
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Juliet sat in the remaining chair toward which Raan had gestured, sipping her coffee again as she did so. "Thank you." She raised her cup in a toast to the three gathered officers. "I'm about to head to the Klingon border myself, Mr.…
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A refreshed Juliet, having finished her run, showered, dressed in her uniform, blue hair brushed back neatly but not tightly, found herself in Brew as well. Running was the best way to wake up, but she needed help from Sweet Lady Coffee to keep the …
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Commodore Juliet St. Clair (Discord: Taral81424#5586)