LtJg Lera Michaels - A Lemon Bar, A Glass of Chocolate Milk, and Thou
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Mar 23, 2026, 11:30:11 AMMar 23
to USS Khitomer – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Docking Ports, Deep Space 33))
Michaels: Nice young man, that Morda. I like him. ::smiling at Ezra:: We should socialize. Is there anyone in particular you would like to greet while we are here?
Zerva: Agreed. He will go far in Starfleet. I’m fortunate to have him in security. I would like to see Semara and Ras to congratulate them both on their promotions.
Michaels: I should speak with Lieutenant Ayement Dewitt. That assumes there is a moment when she is free.
Zerva: Perhaps after the crowd dies down. From my vantage point, she seems to be chatting with a number of the crew.
Michaels: Then, perhaps, I should wait. It is not necessary to spoil her experience.
Ezra: I liked your early suggestion of leaving early. We can always catch up with the others later. What do you say once Morda comes back with our food, I take you back to your room so you can get some rest?
Michaels: I do not wish to spoil your time either. There is a high order of magnitude probability that I can find my room. :: beat then softly :: I would appreciate your company.
Ezra: ::nods:: I think it’s for the best.
Michaels: Then it is a plan.
((Brief Timeskip. Docking Ports, Deep Space 33))
((OOC: Got permission from Ensign Morda to wrap this up with a narration on their part of the sim))
Ezra held her hand and smiled almost constantly. Lera no longer harbored any doubts about his sincerity. That night when he agonized over that dream had amply demonstrated that to her. But since her unfortunate experience with the Nausicaan, her doubts centered on her own worthiness. She was certain that she did not deserve anyone as nice as him. Lera shook her head. That was a dangerous thought that would spiral out of control if she let it.
They left the party and she hoped everyone would understand.
The lemon bars were like ambrosia of the Greek gods. The chocolate milk, perfection made liquid. And Zerva next to her. What more could any person ask?
Ezra: ::munching on a lemon square as they walked out of the docking port together towards the Khitomer::: I hope things were not too stressful for you today.
Michaels: :: attempting to speak with a mouthful of lemon bars. :: Morgle holicon. ::swallowing and trying again. :: This is exactly what I need.
Ezra: I understand. ::smiling:: At least we got some lemon squares and chocolate milk. I count that as a win.
Michaels: I do have one small request of you, Ezra. One thing I want you to do for me. You do not have to do anything about it right now.
Lera stopped, shook her head slightly and then looked directly at Ezra.
Michaels: I never want to be that helpless ever again. Ever. What I want you to do for me... I want some self defense training.
End
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LtJg Lera Michaels
Engineering Officer
USS Khitomer
K240106LM2
Michaels: Nice young man, that Morda. I like him. ::smiling at Ezra:: We should socialize. Is there anyone in particular you would like to greet while we are here?
Zerva: Agreed. He will go far in Starfleet. I’m fortunate to have him in security. I would like to see Semara and Ras to congratulate them both on their promotions.
Michaels: I should speak with Lieutenant Ayement Dewitt. That assumes there is a moment when she is free.
Zerva: Perhaps after the crowd dies down. From my vantage point, she seems to be chatting with a number of the crew.
Michaels: Then, perhaps, I should wait. It is not necessary to spoil her experience.
Ezra: I liked your early suggestion of leaving early. We can always catch up with the others later. What do you say once Morda comes back with our food, I take you back to your room so you can get some rest?
Michaels: I do not wish to spoil your time either. There is a high order of magnitude probability that I can find my room. :: beat then softly :: I would appreciate your company.
Ezra: ::nods:: I think it’s for the best.
Michaels: Then it is a plan.
((Brief Timeskip. Docking Ports, Deep Space 33))
((OOC: Got permission from Ensign Morda to wrap this up with a narration on their part of the sim))
Ezra held her hand and smiled almost constantly. Lera no longer harbored any doubts about his sincerity. That night when he agonized over that dream had amply demonstrated that to her. But since her unfortunate experience with the Nausicaan, her doubts centered on her own worthiness. She was certain that she did not deserve anyone as nice as him. Lera shook her head. That was a dangerous thought that would spiral out of control if she let it.
They left the party and she hoped everyone would understand.
The lemon bars were like ambrosia of the Greek gods. The chocolate milk, perfection made liquid. And Zerva next to her. What more could any person ask?
Ezra: ::munching on a lemon square as they walked out of the docking port together towards the Khitomer::: I hope things were not too stressful for you today.
Michaels: :: attempting to speak with a mouthful of lemon bars. :: Morgle holicon. ::swallowing and trying again. :: This is exactly what I need.
Ezra: I understand. ::smiling:: At least we got some lemon squares and chocolate milk. I count that as a win.
Michaels: I do have one small request of you, Ezra. One thing I want you to do for me. You do not have to do anything about it right now.
Lera stopped, shook her head slightly and then looked directly at Ezra.
Michaels: I never want to be that helpless ever again. Ever. What I want you to do for me... I want some self defense training.
End
——— ○● ———
LtJg Lera Michaels
Engineering Officer
USS Khitomer
K240106LM2
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