Updated – September 10, 1998
REVOLUTION
Chapter 1 - Part A
Captain Samarra slowly stepped off the turbolift and onto Deck Five. Looking around he found he was alone in this section of the hallway. He didn’t care for this; he’d started hiding on his own ship. It was a ridiculous and childish predicament. Since his last conversation with Lieutenant Moore two weeks before, he’d began taking great pains to avoid her and keep some distance between them. Now he was taking long routes around the ship when he was alone, to steer clear of her.
It was a completely juvenile act and he did his best to continually remind himself of that. He was a captain and she was a lieutenant, they could be professional. Love sucked.
He wondered when finally had admitted to himself that was what this was. He had worked hard to cement his friendship with Katherine Moore and convince himself that that was all he was seeking. But his feelings went a lot further then that. It all made her ending of their flourishing friendship a lot more then just that to him. Now here he was. It was just a fact, love sucked.
Heading to the right he began making his way to the Science Section and Commander Takamira’s office. Walking quickly now, he moved down the corridor and soon found himself at her office. Ringing the bell, he was given access. Stepping in, Samarra was reminded of the academy and their years as roommates. Here and now, just like when he returned from classes then, she had her feet propped up on her desk, relaxing. In one hand she had a datapad she was examining, and in the other she had a glass of some drink. While the music she was playing was different now, it still had the same loud grating quality that always bugged him. Looking up at the captain, she smiled and put the glass and pad down and sat up. Being given a pleading look by Samarra, she rolled her eyes and paused the music.
Stepping up to her desk, Samarra said, “Thanks. You’re never going to grow up, are you?”
Being her ever-mischievous self, she said, “Is that an order?”
“No. I’d only end up having to put you in the brig for disobeying. What’d be the fun in that?” Sitting down, Samarra let out a breath and looked at his friend. “You in the mood for some coffee, Meg?”
Giving him a knowing look, she said, “Finally feeling guilty about stealing that rose from my lab or are you already lost and desperate for company, hmm?”
Putting his hands through his brown hair, he looked at her saying, “I’d claim ignorance or rebut, but it’d only fuel your nosiness.”
Still smiling, but now more sympathetically, Takamira said, “It’s just a question, Johnny.”
Continuing to avoid the question, he said, “Well, I just thought my friend might be in the mood for some coffee,”
Taking her feet off the desk, she leaned on it now and looked closely at him. “I would, but I’m reading up on Debrock, so I can understand them and enjoy the experience this time. You remember Rifftin.”
Standing up, Samarra swiftly and solemnly replied, “That’s alright. It’s a good idea.”
As he stepped over to the door, Takamira spoke again. “John, if you still feel like talking tonight, after we arrive, I’ll make some time.”
Looking at her, he nodded. “Thanks. We’ll see.”
Throwing out one more remark, she quipped, “Oh, take Corridor Four, it’s safer.”
Grumpily, the Captain said, “Meg.”
Stepping out into the corridor, he began walking towards the nearest turbolift, trying to refocus on work. One good thing came out of talking to Takamira, he was reminded that he had yet to read the latest intelligence on the Debrock situation, or finish reading the updated cultural report that Starfleet had prepared for the mission. Their wasn’t much need, he’d learned a lot about them in the first contact report and later follow up reports, but it never hurt to stay current. He knew full well that you could never be too careful when it came to cross-species relations.
Reaching the turbolift, Samarra was about to call it when a hand was placed firmly on his shoulder. He tensed up quickly, imagining for some reason it was Moore. Turning around, he found Doctor Stewart standing casually behind him. “Doctor, what do you want?”
Amused at the Captain’s response, he said, “Captain, captain, you look like you expected a Romulan assassin.”
Looking at the doctor, he paused for a second. “Sorry, you just surprised me.”
“Of course, Captain. Thinking about…”
Cutting in, Samarra said, “Don’t start with me, Doc, please.”
Putting his hands up, Stewart said, “I was just going to say, you were thinking about the outcome of this Debrock vote.”
Hitting the turbolift call button, Samarra said, “Sure.”
“It’s not like you’ve got anything else happening or around you that would be distracting, Captain.”
Shaking his head and taking a breath, Samarra stared at the turbolift door. Before Stewart could continue, the turbolift reached their level. As the doors opened, Samarra was startled to find Lieutenant Katherine Moore and Sergeant Gatrinis standing there. Samarra and Moore stared at each other for a moment, unsure how to react. The moment seemed to drag on for an eternity. But, it had to end.
Gatrinis spoke up from behind Moore, saying, “Hey! Are you getting in or not?”
Stewart answered, artfully saying, “Sorry, no. We’ll need to take the next one, it’s a medical situation.”
Moore and Gatrinis disconcertedly nodded as the door shut and the lift continued on.
Samarra turned and looked at the doctor with a less than pleased look on his face. “A medical situation?”
“Oh, you’ve snapped out of that malaise, good. If you don’t like my excuses, don’t let her throw you off like that. Then, you can lie for yourself.”
Turning back to wait for the next turbolift, he said, “Not now doctor.”
Deciding to push his point Stewart said, “So, what were you thinking about again”
*****
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