(( Deep Space 33, Beta Module, just outside Kava and Curry))
Go out and explore the galaxy they said. Discover strange new worlds and new civilisations they said. Yet here she was back at Deep Space 33. Who said the galaxy didn’t have a sense of humour?
It seemed odd for her to be on shore leave after only just arriving onboard, but such were the vagaries of life . Perhaps it would give her the opportunity to bond with the crew, or perhaps it would give her the opportunity to go begging for her post back on Deep Space 33.
No she wouldn’t do that. As much as she protested, as much as she doubted that her parents’ train of thought could and would bear fruit, she kind of thought that they were right.
The military rule of Cardassia had branded its’ people as war mongers and would be conquers, but they were more than that; weren’t they? She looked up from her contemplation straight at the sign ‘Kava and Curry’ .
As much as she liked the curries that had originated from Earth she did not think that a lone cardassian walking into an establishment with such a strong bajoran origin was one of her better ideas.
She was about to turn away, her stomach rumbling in anything but silent protest, when what she could only describe as a force of nature wearing a Starfleet uniform bounded up to her.
Semara: Response
Edac: I err
Semara: Response
She pointed to the sign, and then to her own face, as if that itself was an explanation of her reticence at going in. If this had been understood by the Betazoid officer she didn’t seem to either care or think it strong enough reason, or quite possibly both.
She took Kiche’s arm firmly and matched her towards the door.
Edac: Oh I really don’t think…
Semara: Reponse
Edac: I’m sorry who are you!? I’m Kiche Edac Ops Officer onboard the Khitomer
Semara: Reponse
She offered her hand in formal greeting only to be enveloped in a hug.
Edac: Oh we’re hugging now? Err hi.
Semara: Response
TAG/TBC
Lieutenant Kishe Edac
Ops Officer
USS Khitomer
NCC62400
A239810JA2Q