What!?!
Katrina! She hates me!" said Krystal excitedly.
"That is most unfortunate," said Serin stoically.
"Oh well. At least it sounds like they're having fun. Anyway, I have a
date to prepare for, so I'll see you later."
"You'll love the food here. The best in France," said Tom as he
escorted Krystal into Chez Sandrine, a small, intimate restaurant in
the heart of Marseilles. Krystal looked around in wonderment; she was
already impressed that Tom had gotten passes to allow the two of them
to use the planetary transporters. The patrons greeted Tom like an old
friend.
"You certainly make a good impression," remarked Krys.
"This?" he asked with a wave of his hand as the maitre d' showed the
couple to their table. "These are great people, I feel very privileged
that they've accepted me as one of them."
"Quite an enchanting location for a first date, wouldn't you say, Mr
Paris?" she asked with a smile.
"I aim to please, Ms Evensong," he countered.
Cadet Paris ordered for the two of them, and they settled in for a
pleasant candle lit dinner. Krystal and Tom talked about their time at
Starfleet Academy.
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"So, you'll be
going on your cadet cruise next year. What ship do you want to serve
on?" inquired Krys.
"I haven't really given it much thought. The current starships are all
rather big and sluggish for my taste," responded Tom. "I want to pilot
a real ship. One where I can do something other than plotting courses
and watching the stars go by. Like the new Defiant class that they're
working on. Or even the Intrepid class. Now, that'll be a beautiful
ship when she's built."
"Well, I hope that you get your wish Tom. Hearing you talk, I know that
you were born to be a pilot."
Three days later found Krystal and Gonar back at Fuzzy's.
"Greetings I have for Starfleet lady and for fellow Tellarite,"
exclaimed Fuzzy as the two walked into the store.
"Resonating Particle Catalyst we come for," returned Gonar. "You have?"
"Yes yes yes. Here be it. Much trouble to find. Secret contacts I use.
200 credits I require."
"Hmm. Looks kind of... like a piece of junk," said Krys doubtfully as
she took a look at the RPC.
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