From: rneces@mastnet.net (Lynnaea AelCaymarth)
Date: Wed, 5 Mar 1997 07:17:49 -0600 (CST)
Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE:  Watching and Waiting

SD 90306.1300
MD 01.2120
Scene:  Officers' Mess
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        Aelyria looked around her, gaze darting everywhere, missing nothing.
She took in every detail of action, every thread of conversation that was
going on around her.  All in all, a very interesting mix of crew aboard... 
        The food was excellent, and Aelyria was hungry.  She ate with
delicate relish, her table manners faultless, as her grandmother on Risa had
taught her.  She was exercising every skill the retired diplomat had taught
her at this function -- she couldn't afford to make a social misstep (other
than the one of tardiness she had already committed), and she needed to
gauge her fellow crewmates, many of whom she hadn't met yet.  
        So that was the captain.  A cool sort, Keyrin decided.  Much less
approachable than Brennan... but she supposed that was what the XO was for.
2O th'Tellan was... quite a maverick.  It was obvious from his biofile.  She
wondered how in the galaxy he'd gotten up the nerve to go AWOL.  A grin
quirked her lips.  Maybe she'd have enough nerve for that someday;  for now,
Instinct of Career Preservation told her to keep a low profile.  Lt. Anne
Murray she'd met and knew that she liked, even if she did ask too many
questions;  the CMO, Ledoux, was a *very* quiet sort.  Aelyria wondered how
she ever spoke loudly enough for the patients to hear her.  Which reminded
her -- she had that physical due soon... she'd probably make it down to
sickbay tomorrow.  The CNS, Tats-Marush, was intriguing to look at, with her
flawlessly green skin, but Keyrin doubted she'd get to know her much better
-- she made visits to the Counselor an exception rather than the rule.  
        She sipped at her drink, a rich red wine, and contemplated the
absence of a CEO or FCO.  Maybe she would have to pilot the ship, after
all... her mother would get a kick out of that.  
        A thought suddenly occurred to her.  "Commander Brennan?"  He turned
to her, and from the corner of her eye she saw several other glances in her
direction. "Just to let you know, I'm planning on running the first of those
security drills tomorrow evening."  She let a tinge of amusement creep into
her voice.  "So if you hear any really loud noises coming from Deck 9, it's
us."  
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NRPG:  All:  getting warmed up... Not sure if "shop talk" is allowed at
these functions.  I know there's a prohibition on it on some other ships... 
Amy:  Great!  Your Spring Break is the same time as mine -- though I'm not
going anywhere.  In fact, I'll probably be bored enough to post extra often
(just kidding).  

Respectfully submitted, 
Lynnaea AelCaymarth, aka
ENS Aelyria Keyrin - CSO, USS CHESAPEAKE

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