Lt. Silveira: Shared meal.
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Jan 12, 2025, 1:22:46 PM1/12/25
to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((USS Artemis, deck 2, turbolift))
Vitor smiled and nodded. Their “visit” to Meirash didn’t end up being as bad as some of the recent missions.
Silveira: Well, it could have taken a turn for the worse. I still consider that, since they had been influenced by others before us, the Prime Directive didn’t truly apply. But that’s just me.
Imril: It turned out plenty bad enough, I’d say.
The turbolift doors opened as they reached the Elysium deck. Vitor again gestured for Imril to step out first.
Silveira: Really? And what were your impressions? And please speak freely, and feel free to not answer as well. I tend to be a blabber mouth and, as that portuguese expression goes, speak through my elbows. ::He shrugged.:: It means I speak a lot, not sure you have noticed it.
((USS Artemis, Deck 5))
Vitor noticed Imril’s humorless laugh as they stepped forth onto a new deck’s floor.
Imril: My impression? You mean not counting being taken prisoner, sent on the sweatiest march of my life and watching a fellow officer nearly bleed to death? Aside from that, it was great. Everything went like clockwork. A textbook deconstruction job. You know what still bothers me, though? Erasing that ship from the jungle was always going to be a covert thing. But I never would have expected that I’d be conspiring with the local leadership to keep everyone else down there from discovering it.
Vitor nodded, understanding Imril’s frustration. But his reading of the situation was slightly different.
Silveira: Considering they were deceived by someone who landed there with ill-intentions, and the Meirashi level of development, maybe that isn’t such a bad thing.
Imril: Granted, a con-artist coming down to your world to play god-empress or whatever isn’t the best first impression the galaxy can give. But for someone to know without a doubt that there’s life up in the night-time stars and declare that not only do they want nothing to do with it but that nobody else around them can have access to it, or even know it’s there… That just doesn’t sit right with me.
Vitor smiled. Imril’s point of view wasn’t wrong. But this was an issue that there were no rights or wrongs. And certainly almost each of those that beamed down had a different opinion. Likely the best they all could do was agree to disagree.
After all, as the old expression goes, infinite diversity in infinite combinations.
Silveira: You will get used to it. This won't be the first you will feel like that during a mission. ::Vitor shrugged and opened his arms as they closed in on the doors to the Elysium.:: I understand your point of view, but I think in general that was the best solution instead of the right one. And that’s what we have to settle for. It didn’t end up in a blood bath and maybe they can find a common ground now…
((USS Artemis, Deck 5, Elysium Mezzanine))
They entered the Elysium Mezzanine and Imril went to the nearest replicator.
Imril: Computer, something Bolian and deep-fried.
Vitor smiled and took his turn after Imril took his tray. He wasn’t much of a fan of Bolian food, but he took notice of Imril’s request. It could be handy some day.
Silveira: Computer, Silveira’s Bitoque Recipe without rice. Rare if you please. And water.
Vitor had added a few of his recipes to the Elysium's replicators. The Bitoque was a rather common dish, but he loved its simplicity. The grilled steak with the fried egg on its “back”, as the portuguese say, the french fries and the “salad”, which was simply chopped up lettuce, onion and tomato, was a quick and fast lunch or dinner for him.
Today he skipped the rice and he smiled as the aroma of the dish filled his nostrils.
He joined Imril holding his tray.
Silveira: I just now realize I am even more hungrier than I thought.
Imril: Response
As they walked to the table Vitor nodded to Imril’s tray.
Silveira: Interesting selection.
Imril: Response
He smiled as he sat down his tray and they took their seats. He picked up his fork and knife, with a wide smile, in anticipation of flavoring his meal.
Silveira: I added a few of my recipes to the replicators here. I cook, it's always different than just replicating the full dish. But the trick is in the programming. This tastes almost like the real thing.
Imril: Response
TAG/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
Vitor smiled and nodded. Their “visit” to Meirash didn’t end up being as bad as some of the recent missions.
Silveira: Well, it could have taken a turn for the worse. I still consider that, since they had been influenced by others before us, the Prime Directive didn’t truly apply. But that’s just me.
Imril: It turned out plenty bad enough, I’d say.
The turbolift doors opened as they reached the Elysium deck. Vitor again gestured for Imril to step out first.
Silveira: Really? And what were your impressions? And please speak freely, and feel free to not answer as well. I tend to be a blabber mouth and, as that portuguese expression goes, speak through my elbows. ::He shrugged.:: It means I speak a lot, not sure you have noticed it.
((USS Artemis, Deck 5))
Vitor noticed Imril’s humorless laugh as they stepped forth onto a new deck’s floor.
Imril: My impression? You mean not counting being taken prisoner, sent on the sweatiest march of my life and watching a fellow officer nearly bleed to death? Aside from that, it was great. Everything went like clockwork. A textbook deconstruction job. You know what still bothers me, though? Erasing that ship from the jungle was always going to be a covert thing. But I never would have expected that I’d be conspiring with the local leadership to keep everyone else down there from discovering it.
Vitor nodded, understanding Imril’s frustration. But his reading of the situation was slightly different.
Silveira: Considering they were deceived by someone who landed there with ill-intentions, and the Meirashi level of development, maybe that isn’t such a bad thing.
Imril: Granted, a con-artist coming down to your world to play god-empress or whatever isn’t the best first impression the galaxy can give. But for someone to know without a doubt that there’s life up in the night-time stars and declare that not only do they want nothing to do with it but that nobody else around them can have access to it, or even know it’s there… That just doesn’t sit right with me.
Vitor smiled. Imril’s point of view wasn’t wrong. But this was an issue that there were no rights or wrongs. And certainly almost each of those that beamed down had a different opinion. Likely the best they all could do was agree to disagree.
After all, as the old expression goes, infinite diversity in infinite combinations.
Silveira: You will get used to it. This won't be the first you will feel like that during a mission. ::Vitor shrugged and opened his arms as they closed in on the doors to the Elysium.:: I understand your point of view, but I think in general that was the best solution instead of the right one. And that’s what we have to settle for. It didn’t end up in a blood bath and maybe they can find a common ground now…
((USS Artemis, Deck 5, Elysium Mezzanine))
They entered the Elysium Mezzanine and Imril went to the nearest replicator.
Imril: Computer, something Bolian and deep-fried.
Vitor smiled and took his turn after Imril took his tray. He wasn’t much of a fan of Bolian food, but he took notice of Imril’s request. It could be handy some day.
Silveira: Computer, Silveira’s Bitoque Recipe without rice. Rare if you please. And water.
Vitor had added a few of his recipes to the Elysium's replicators. The Bitoque was a rather common dish, but he loved its simplicity. The grilled steak with the fried egg on its “back”, as the portuguese say, the french fries and the “salad”, which was simply chopped up lettuce, onion and tomato, was a quick and fast lunch or dinner for him.
Today he skipped the rice and he smiled as the aroma of the dish filled his nostrils.
He joined Imril holding his tray.
Silveira: I just now realize I am even more hungrier than I thought.
Imril: Response
As they walked to the table Vitor nodded to Imril’s tray.
Silveira: Interesting selection.
Imril: Response
He smiled as he sat down his tray and they took their seats. He picked up his fork and knife, with a wide smile, in anticipation of flavoring his meal.
Silveira: I added a few of my recipes to the replicators here. I cook, it's always different than just replicating the full dish. But the trick is in the programming. This tastes almost like the real thing.
Imril: Response
TAG/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
O238907VS0
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