Doctor Saveron: Piano Man (Farquan)

[Sarah Eccles]

(( Forward Lounge, USS Invicta ))

 

::Setting his drink on top of the piano Saveron slid onto the pianist’s stool and set long fingers to the keys. A moment later Beethovan’s Bagatelle No. 25 in A minor - more commonly known simply as ‘Für Elise’ – began to float through the air.::

 

::The Vulcan played for some time, the deceptively gentle tones of that particular style of piano fitting with the spacious yet comfortable nature of the Lounge. When a shadow fellow across the piano he paused in his playing and looked up.::

 

Farquan: My dear Vulcan, what delicate fingers you have!  Is that not a human instrument you’re playing?

 

::The Vulcan in question was not accustomed to being referred to as ‘my dear’, nor indeed complimented; an unusual experience. This was neither a Starfleet crewmember nor, he assumed, a civilian researcher. At least he didn’t think so. He accepted the other man’s words with his usual stoicism and addressed the question.::

 

Saveron: Affirmative. ::He allowed.:: It is a Bösendorfer Concert Grand Piano, modelled on an original built in Terran Year 1823.

 

::The provision of further information was Vulcan courtesy.::

 

Farquan: And you’ve mastered it.  Then again, I’ve yet to meet a Vulcan who didn’t master at least, oh… seven and a half disciplines.  Any less would be illogical, yes?

 

:: He let out a boisterous, loud laugh, and thumped a hand up against the piano several times. ::

 

Saveron: I am unaware of a statistical average, however you are correct. There is little logic in learning a skill to rudimentary levels only.

 

::Vulcans didn’t tend to be Jacks of all Trades.::

 

Saveron: I do not believe that we have been introduced.

 

Farquan: Oh, of course, of course!  My name is Farquan. :: A little unsteadily, he backed up, and offered the Vulcan an elaborate bow. :: Diplomatic Envoy from Edo, here to get to know your crew, and this region.  And your name, mister Vulcan?

 

::Having paused in his playing, Saveron rose briefly to his feet and bowed politely in turn.::

 

Saveron: I am called Saveron, and am a Xenobiologist recently transferred from the USS Garuda. I am honoured to meet you. You are the Edo representative in the Corridor then?

 

Farquan: Response?

 

::As they spoke Saveron set his hands to the piano’s keyboard again, one of Mozart’s piano concertos, played softly so that they might speak over the top of it.::

 

Saveron: I am curious. How do you find travelling the Galaxy, away from both your ‘God’ and your mediators?

 

::The Edo had an interesting social system, quite fascinating from an anthropological point of view. Saveron trusted that the diplomat brought no aspect of his legal system aboard the Invicta.::

 

Farquan: Response?

 

Saveron: I have not had the opportunity to visit Rubicon III. Such would be interesting. What would you consider to be the foremost location to visit?

 

Farquan: Response?

 

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LtCmdr Saveron

Xenobiologist

USS Invicta