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 U.S.S. Claymore
						
 Mission Transcript

 Stardate 10312.16

Episode – 149

   “Shore Leave”

    Final 

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     /\=/\=/\=/\=/\= Start U.S.S. Claymore Mission =/\=/\=/\=/\=/\

OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: bounces down the gangway toward the Promenade ::
CTO_Ltjg_Blade says:
::relaxing in a chair in his quarters::

ACTION:  The crew relaxes aboard Starbase 421A.

CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::Relaxing...drinking coffee and reading over some data::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: keeps out of view as she passes a few shops ::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::gets up and heads out of his quarters...finding a few shops a possible appeal to his need of relaxation::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: peers into a window at some very ornate silver wares ::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::enters the last shop on the left and begins to look around::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: moves on to the next shop ::
Adm_Rogers says:
::walks through the Promenade::
CTO_LTJG_Blade says:
::looks at his clock ::
CTO_LTJG_Blade says:
::notices what time it is and heads out of his quarters::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: sees some very nice dresses in one of the shops and slips very quietly inside almost unnoticed ::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::notices a few models he hasn't bought yet and begins to examine them...noticing the wide selection...he begins to ask a few questions::
Adm_Rogers says:
::notices that he's hungry and hasn't eaten in 12 hours::
Orion Sales Woman says:
:: sees a rather slight blue Caitian enter her shop, with antennae no less, and wonders how    she can possibly outfit fur of that color ::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
Shopkeeper:  Do you have any more of these? ::points down at a model on the lower shelf...a pause comes over him...he hasn't seen this ship since his wife passed::
CTO_LTJG_Blade says:
::goes to the Promenade and begins to browse the shops::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: sees the rotund green Saleswoman staring at her and hides quickly behind a rack of dresses ::
CTO_LTJG_Blade says:
::sees a nice d'k’tahg in the window of the store and goes in::
Model Shop Keeper says:
     CSO: Aye...we's may...et'me look.
Adm_Rogers says:
::sees a familiar Terran food shop and walks in::
Orion Sales Woman says:
OPS: Come now Missy, come out from behind there and lets get a good look at ye, what is it yer are lookin for?
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::noticing the shop keeper move to the back...he begins to look around again...noticing the ships...he gets a little misty eyed::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: peeks out from behind the rack, standing to her full four feet ten inches, she moves cautiously toward the shop keeper ::
  Sword Shop Owner says:
     CTO: Can I 'elp ya laddie?
 Model Shop Keeper says:
     CSO: Aye...we's seem to ‘ave a few 'ow many may we's ring ya fer?
Adm_Rogers says:
::orders a cheeseburger with extra cheese and onions::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
     Saleswoman: I am looking for-r a dr-ress for-r a wedding, ma'am. 
Orion Sales Woman says:
OPS:  Well then you have come to the right place now, lets get you measured and we'll see what we can do about that.
CTO_LTJG_Blade says:
Owner: Yes can I get that d'k’tahg in gold-hilted or diamond-hilted?
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
Shopkeeper: Just one, please....And do you have any of this model....and model torpedo casings?
Sword Shop Owner says:
      CTO : Aye lad I'll be a smidgen of a second I will.
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: stands uncertainly on a cube block completely at the mercy of the Orion seamstress, having never had a dress made before ::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::points down to the model of a ship...the one his brother was on...USS Stevenson...he thinks...it seems time is truly getting away from him::
Adm_Rogers says:
::sits down at a table with a nice view of the promenade::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::it was many years earlier that he lost his wife and only months earlier that his brother too, had passed::
CTO_LTJG_Blade says:
::owner returns with his d'k'tahg::
Orion Sales Woman says:
       OPS: Perhaps a nice crisp white chiffon with a sash n ribbons to match yer fur?
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: nods at the Orion woman, her eyes wide with anticipation ::
Sword Shop Owner says:
      CTO: Here ye go lad that'll be 4,000 credits it will.
Model Shop Keeper says:
::the kindly shop keeper...rearing hardy eyes wondered over and shook his head obligingly...and hands him the models and miniature casings::
CTO_LTJG_Blade says:
::pays the man and leaves his shiny new dagger in hand::
Orion Sales Woman says:
:: disappears into the back of the shop, coming back with a Victorian lace dress, with a uperfect sash n ribbon befittin a lady of the realm ::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
Shopkeeper: Thank you...this means quite a deal to me.  ::hands the man his credits and waits for his bags::
CTO_LTJG_Blade says:
::walks over to a restaurant with a big "M" on it::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: her orange eyes sparkle in the soft light as she leaps down from the block and into a changing room with her new dress ::
Adm_Rogers says:
::before taking the first bite, he slowly scans the whole area with his eyes...taking in the atmosphere of his new command::
CTO_LTJG_Blade says:
Self: Hmm, it can't hurt if I try it.
Model Shop Keeper says:
CSO: Aye...'twas nay a problem...we's always 'appy to aid 'n yer mod'l buyin sirs...Ya 'ave a n'ce day!
CTO_LTJG_Blade says:
::walks in and orders something called a Quarter Pounder and sits down at a table near the door::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::grins at the keeper and walks toward the door...and heads back to his quarters::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: emerges from the changing room, her new dress rustling behind her looking very much like a lady of the Victorian court, but with antennae and soft blue fur ::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::upon entering he places his merchandise near the present he is holding for Kayle::
Orion Sales Woman says:
:: smiles showing her jewel encrusted teeth: OPS: Ye be vera purdy in the dress Missy, shall ye be takin it then?
Adm_Rogers says:
::finally bites into his meal and wonders why he didn't stop here earlier::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: nods at the saleswoman:: Saleswoman: Aye, please send the bill to Lt. Tigodan Star-r Chaser-r, Oper-rations Manager-r,  USS Claymor-re.
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::he moves forward pulling out his models and begins to erect them...coming along rather quickly...seeing as he's put quite a few together...he finishes and displays them next to Kayle's gift...and begins to think to himself::
CTO_LTJG_Blade says:
::quickly finishes his meal::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: bounces off to the changing room, putting back on her uniform, handing the dress to the saleswoman to pack in a dress box ::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::self: I wish they could have been here...I wish they could have seen me.  Oh, how they would have been so proud of me::  ::moves about the room still chatting to himself::
Orion Sales Woman says:
:: smiles at the tiny Caitian lady, handing her a box and waving to her as she bounces out of sight , disappearing into the crowd on the Promenade ::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::self: They would have loved my collections...Kayle seems to enjoy my model work...just like my brother did::  ::Moves forward and thinks about his friend Kayle...he was entrusted this package and it will arrive to its owners...just like his entrusted promise to his wife...to continue his collecting and to live his life to the fullest::
Adm_Rogers says:
::finishes up his meal...complete with vanilla shake...and gets up from the table::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::He also remembers his brothers words to him...those that touched him...the words of friendship and comfort::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: spies an Admiral eating and ducks around the corner watching him unobserved ::
CIV_Maj_McClure says:
::Steps onto the promenade and looks up at the ceiling, and smiling::
Adm_Rogers says:
::walks out of the restaurant and heads to OPS thinking of a way to spring an alert drill on the station::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::self: I miss them both...my wife and brother are sadly missed...and they live here in my heart and with my models::   ::moves over to the models...seeing that each of them are ships or bases that his wife and he had been to...others were vessels that his brother was on...each symbolic::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: watches the Admiral from a safe distance wondering what he is up to ::
CIV_Maj_McClure says:
::Spots OPS and looks at her wondering what in the world she is doing::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::tears fall down his face and he moves over to his coffee::
Adm_Rogers says:
::enters the turbolift at the far end of the Promenade::
CIV_Maj_McClure says:
::Walks up to OPS and taps her on the shoulder:: OPS: What's up?
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
::thinks hmm I better get this dress in a locker, jumps eight feet as the Major addresses her ::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: lands startled :: CIV: Sir-r, nothing sir-r, the Admir-ral is headed upstair-rs sir-r.
CIV_Maj_McClure says:
::Coughs:: OPS: Was I interrupting something?
Adm_Rogers says:
::arrives in Operations and considers an intruder alert drill::
Adm_Rogers says:
::gets a status report from the staff::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::drinks his coffee and moves to the bed...picking up his PADD and begins to relax with his data::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: backs up still holding her box :: CIV: No, sir-r, I am off to get r-ready for-r the wedding. :: takes a few more steps back ::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: turns and fairly runs for the Claymore, her mane trailing behind her ::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::His mind wonders and his vision blurs a bit...he sees all the good things and a grin creeps over his face...the tears subside and he places his cup on the table and rests on the bed::
CIV_Maj_McClure says:
OPS: Wedding, Oh yes... ::Closes his eyes and mumbles::
OPS_Lt_Chaser says:
:: scurries up the gangway and off to her quarters closing the door with a deep breath of relief ::
CIV_Maj_McClure says:
::Shakes his head and heads to his quarters::
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::Mind still wondering he sees the Wedding approach...again a grin slides over his face... as he looks at the ceiling he opens his mouth to turn off the lights to sleep::  Computer:  Lights Off.
CSO_Lt_Taylor says:
::the lights go off and he slips away into sleep::
Adm_Rogers says:
::presses the button to activate the intruder alert drill::

         -/\-/\-/\-/\-/\-/\ End USS Claymore Mission /\-/\-/\-/\-/\-/\-/\

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