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Subject: Galley Date: Sat, Jan 3, 1998 1:18 PM From: F4E Drvr

The steamers were filled with freshly cooked food and the plates and utensils waited for hungry hands to put them to a fitting use. After taking a deep breath she sounded the bell that would echo through the Vextis and call the crew to eat.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Tue, Jan 6, 1998 1:10 AM From: KatrylleM

Kat stepped through the mess-hall door with Ilrea at her side, she looked tired. Worst still, she looked old. Since Ry's sudden departure and the incident with the destruction of the Doom Bringers' base, she had become less and less of her old self. Now, it seemed, the only thing that brought a true smile to her face was the five year old child clinging to her hand.

As mother and child stopped to gaze at the numerous people rattling around, Ilrea tugged on Kat's hand. Only those in the immediate area heard the strange language the two females had taken to speaking to each other, but the warm and loving smile Kat shone on the girl was seen by many more as she hefted the child up in her arms with a great "Oof". The girl's laughter was contagious and several faces surrounding them were seen to light up.

Once again Kat glanced around and, seeing Jaq was quite busy, decided not to distract her from her work. She hugged Ilrea tightly once, then set the child back on her feet before shuffling their way through the line along with the rest of the Vextis crew to receive their dinner.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Wed, Jan 7, 1998 5:59 PM From: F4E Drvr

She watched the mess hall fill and could not suppress a smile of delight. Here she was comfortable and competent. Here she was nobody's plaything. After several moments she identified what she was feeling as pride.

''I'm real proud of myself. Probably a sin,'' she thought.

The clang of trays and the clatter of utensils combined with the rumble of voices and laughter gave her a feeling of belonging and security she had never known. Excluding motherhood of course! A quiet voice inside was quick to remind her.

Expressionless black eyes roamed constantly checking that all was in order, trays were full of fresh, hot, food and that any spills were cleaned right away. She also scanned the line. In the short time she had been mess cook she had identified the people who just didn't mix.

If you asked Jaqi would tell you that she did not know the meaning of the word "diplomacy", but she nevertheless displayed a certain talent for it in her mess hall. Certain individuals always seemed to find themselves doing a special favor for her that managed to keep potential troublemakers separated without them even realizing that was what was happening.

When that failed she resorted to sterner measures. Jaqi would be appalled to learn that rumor had it she ruled the mess with a iron hand. But those who had made the error of arguing in the chow hall soon learned that the quiet liitle girl who none of them had even realized really existed had a temper and a bad one at that.

""Kat!" A wide smile creased her flour powdered face. "and Ilrea. Whatcha two doin' in that line? Come on back here and join me."

Behind her, near enough the serving line to see, but not so close as to be in the way of someone setting out refills, was a long, well used wooden table and chairs. On it were always some tasty tidbit or another in varying stages of development. Tonight was no exception.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Thu, Jan 15, 1998 3:35 PM From: KatrylleM

On hearing Jaq's voice, Ilrea made a beeline straight for the table, immediately getting her hands into some form of pastry. Kat's protests were unheard as Jaq immediately began showing the girl how to work the dough properly. Out numbered, Kat plucked a finished pastry from the table and sat to munch and watch.

Ilrea had still not completely overcome her fear of people, but Kat had discovered the girl had a love for cooking. Although only 5, the child had worked many nights besides Kat in their own kitchen to make dinner and Ilrea was picking up faster than Kat could ever dream possible. As with other things, Kat found the girl was a natural.

Silently, she watched Jaq and Ilrea, a feeling of love and calm passing over her for the first time in months. This was how it should always be. She smiled softly and, as was more and more common these days, wished Ilrea's father could see her like this.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Mon, Jan 19, 1998 7:57 PM From: F4E Drvr

Expressionless black eyes watched her young helper. A gentle smile curved her mouth. She nodded to IIrea.

"Poke the edges with yor fingers to seal the pasty tight."

One hand held the small foot of her daughter, her thumb softly rubbing the sole of the soft heel. Her other hand lightly stroked the young Ilrea's hair once. Jaqi knew the girl was shy and didn't take ta strangers easily. Jaqi could understand that.

A ruckus in the mess hall caused her to turn round and frown at the room in general. The noise quieted down, but Jaq saw what she needed to. Two of the men who didn't quite see eye to eye had bumped shoulders and now were picking and scratching. She turned her frown into a smile and called out.

"Come on over here." Her sweet Kentucky accent somehow managing to carry to a young man with a serious scowl on his face. "I've saved ya a place with us."

Lowering her voice she whispered to Kat. "Whatcha been up to, Kat? I haven't seen ya since..." Now it was her turn to frown. She tried hard not to think about the last time she saw Kat. And who she hadn't seen or heard from since then.

She was saved from finishing her sentence by the arrival of her guest. Without a word, but with a smile, she slid one of the fresh pastries onto the nervous crewman's plate. It took Jaqi a few moments to recognize that he might be nervous because he got called over the table where the Captain was present. Whatever his concerns might have been there was no need to worry because at that moment Ilrea took a fresh pastry from the tray and slid it onto his plate, just a Jaqi had done.

Kaye began to fuss, it was time to nurse. Before Jaqi picked her up she stroked the child Ilrea's hair once more and whispered the words of praise she used when her young chef in training did especially well.

"Kaye's needin' me tend to her. Watch the mess for me C.C." She didn't miss the way the girl's eyes lit up when called her by the nickname or the almost smile at being left in charge. Just before she pushed through the doors to her private office she cast a look back over her shoulder and winked at Kat.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Tue, Jan 20, 1998 12:41 PM From: KatrylleM

Kat had all but ignored the ruckus created by the two crew men. She sat, fists balled and stacked on the table top, supporting her chin, and watched her daughter with Jaq. Somewhere in her mind, her troubles eased slightly knowing that Ilrea would be well provided for by Jaq until Ry returned should something happen to Kat. Her shoulders relaxed slightly and her eye closed partially as exhaustion began wrapping its fingers around her.

It was probably unseemly for the captain of a starship....even an acting captain....to fall asleep on a pastry table, but that's what Kat unwittingly did. When Jaq returned from nursing Kay, she found Ilrea had made several more pastries, some obviously by a 5 year old, others much better, and Kat had "supervised" the entire thing, her chin still resting on her fists, eye closed and breathing heavy. Yet, somehow, even in sleep, Kat seemed disturbed as a frown creased her brow. Kat never noticed Jaq's return, nor did she notice the fact that, in her exuberance, Ilrea had succeeded in laying a fine dust of flour all over the table and anything, including her mother, that rested on it.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Wed, Jan 21, 1998 9:46 AM From: KieshnLwdy

Measured steps carried her into the galley. The enticing aroma that wafted the vents and duct work, as though intentional, more then reason enough to pull her from the quarters she had been assigned.

Kieshon had been 3 months already aboard The Vextis, and as yet, she hadn't even met whoever was the ships Captain. Absently she wondered how intentional that was on Lolter’s part, Linton, she corrected herself, here he went by Linton Travers. Was he concerned that she might reveal something he wished not revealed? She doubted that, but it still twitched at the back of her mind like an irritating itch at the center of your back that you just can't quite reach.

Maybe he had wanted to her just blend in, like having been a set part of the crew. She shrugged, throwing off the line of thought as the overpowering of shrimp Creole caught her senses, sending them reeling. Unaware of the stares she garnered as she moved through the food line. She'd maintained a habit of wearing her loose flight suit since she had arrived here. Not because she was bothered by the bulky braces it hid, but other's seemed to be discomforted by them. Especially the young girl she had chanced upon in the corridor one day.

After filling her plate, she carried the tray toward an empty table. One particularly rowdy table seemed to liven up as she drew closer. Cat calls, whistle's and the like were thrown at her. And when she tried to circumvent the table a couple of the men, Klingon by the looks of them, stood, barring her path. They didn't lay hand on her at all, but did try to convince her to take a seat at their table, particularly upon one's lap. Though that wasn't exactly what had been said, but in their dialect, crude as it was, there wasn't a word for lap so to say.

As suddenly they all sat stoically, eyes to tray's, as silent now as they had been rowdy before. One eyebrow lifted sharply as she turned, the gooseflesh across her shoulders warning her that someone stood directly behind her. Slowly she turned, a tip of her head as she brilliant green eyes came to meet the single eyed gaze of a woman she hadn't heard approach. Now came the stare down, that would end only when one or the other of them chose to speak first. It was a game she was well versed in. She let one corner of her mouth lift slightly, a quirky grin, similar to one she knew Lolter, dammit Travers, was partial to.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Thu, Jan 22, 1998 4:34 PM From: F4E Drvr

Jaqi returned from tending her daughter with a feeling of peace and serenity filling her body. A cursory inspection of her kitchen showed all was well. The fine layer of flour covering every surface and most of the people in range only proved that all was it should be. Except there was one tray that needed refilling.

It's funny how things can change in just a few minutes.

Jaqi nodded and smiled at the woman as she went through the line then commenced tidying up the kitchen. No sooner did she turn her back than the trouble started. At first she didn't think much of it. Most of the time these things settled themselves. But not this time. Her onyx eyes narrowed at the treatment of the woman. This she wouldn't tolerate. No one was harassed in her Mess.

Picking up the nearest tub she headed for the table. She'd handled this kind of trouble before. The really funny thing was that in any other situation Jaqi would never even consider talking to the fierce looking warriors, much less take anything away from them. But in her kitchen there were certain rules. Everyone got to eat a well cooked meal in peace and enjoy it. That was her only rule.

Everyone else knew the unspoken the rules of the Mess. If you got her mad enough Jaqi would take your food away and kick you out. The first time she did it jaws were left gaping.

Not a soul could believe that the petite little scrap of a girl, who seemed only barely a woman, with the honey-blonde hair that was almost always braided back could lose her temper. That the girl with the sweetest, softest, Kentucky accent who rarely spoke and never looked anyone in the eye, was capable of marching a 7' 5" all muscle and scar tissue decorated warrior out of the Mess and into the corridor was unthinkable. Until it happened. That marked the day the Galley became Jaqi's Mess.

When one of the medical crew saw Jaqi pick up the grey tub she knew that some one was about to go hungry. She nudged her tablemates and herself began to shovel in the delicious meal. Just in case she was the offender. It was with great relief that table 5 watched Jaq return the tub to its place on the clean up cart. They breathed a collective sigh of relief, slowed their eating pace, and followed the direction of her gaze.

When Kat got up and headed for the table Jaqi decided to let her deal with the situation. Still, she positioned herself in a spot where she would be very visible and frowned, scowled really, at the offenders. The slap of the wooden spoon against her palm was the only sound in the Mess hall for a long time.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Sat, Jan 24, 1998 3:59 PM From: KatrylleM

It was nothing more than pure luck that she hadn't collided with the woman's back. Lord knew the only reason she was moving at all was strictly out of instinct rather than conscious thought.

She had still been asleep, her head resting on the pastry table, when the commotion started. Somewhere in her subconscious, even reaching her through the tight fog of sleep, she knew it was the Klingons and that usually meant more trouble than necessary. Perhaps it was that subconscious thought that propelled her body from the table even before a parting of the fog was tempted, but, luckily for both women, Kat's mind caught up with her body a mere fraction of a second on the safe side of disaster.

If she was confused as to why she suddenly found herself standing in the mess hall, facing Klingons past the form of the unknown woman, she never showed it. A faint ghost of a smile passed her lips as she heard the sound of wood against skin behind and to one side of her, and, as the Klingons returned to their seats passively, something not inbred in Klingons, Kat was fairly certain it was only that sound that had driven them to the unnatural.

As the woman before her turned, Kat's single eyed gaze shifted immediately, and, in that instant, she knew who the woman was. While Travers had taken his sweet time in introducing her, Kat had gathered some minor information on the newcomer.

Kay......Kel.....no.....Kieshon... The "Green Eyed Lady" and pilot of the new bird in the bay. New....Mentally, Kat frowned. It had been about three months, give or take, since the woman had docked and was met by Travers. It was amazing how time flew when you were stressed over other things.

Before the silent standoff could drift into a minute's time, Kat stuck her hand out to the woman. "Kat Morgahn. I'm a bit late, but welcome t'th' Vextis."

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Fri, Feb 27, 1998 10:18 AM From: F4E Drvr

It didn't take her long to see that Kat knew this woman. She had no doubts that Kat would handle any lip the burly boys might decide to dish out, but from the looks of them she thought there wouldn't be any.

She tucked the wooden spoon into her apron and set to work checking the trays to be sure there was enough food for the crew. To date there always had been of course, but still. Satisfied that there was enough to feed the entire U.S. Army from her home planet Jaqi returned to her table and the young man she had made sit there.

"How's tha grub?"

Ilrea had kept busy making the pocket pies and Jaqi joined her in the task. The man mumbled something in reply while nodding and chewing.

Taking this as a compliment Jaqi smiled. "Thank you!"

Turning to face the girl she was about to say something then stopped. The child was watching Kat intently and something else. The girl looked frightened. She wasn't meaning to show it, that was obvious, but that didn't always matter. Sometimes people saw things even when you didn't want them too.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Fri, Mar 6, 1998 12:35 PM From: KatrylleM

Ilrea had noticed the stranger. Highly perceptive for a child of 5 years old, she noticed everything. But, like everything new to the girl, this woman made her nervous. She new this stranger had odd things on her legs and the child couldn't understand what or why. Not understanding always lead to fright. For the moment, however, she kept her distance, only slightly reassured by Kat's casual demeanor.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Mon, Mar 9, 1998 9:09 AM From: KieshnLwdy

As she had turned, and still from the corner of her eye she watched in amusement the instant reaction the small woman that had been behind the hot table as she passed though brought about. Apparently this was the Galley Chief that Traver’s had mentioned with a light hearted tone. Still her brilliant green gaze held that of the woman directly before her, catching something that flickered across, but not enough so as to place it.

She hadn’t been concerned with the attentions that had been garnered her by the Klingons. Well familiar with the race, as she was with most races and dialects, she could have handled the situation. But as the Galley Chief and this other woman had made their presence known, she felt it wasn’t her place to exchange banter. If Traver’s was trying to keep her being aboard hushed – to a point anyway – she wouldn’t jeopardize that by doing something foolish. Her smile broadened a touch at what would have been her instinctive come back to the Klingon duo. Something that would have boosted their ego’s on their stature, as well giving her a graceful out from further confrontation.

All in a matter of seconds, what could have been a standoff halted with the extended hand of the woman before her. "Kat Morgahn. I'm a bit late, but welcome t'th' Vextis." Shifting her tray to balance precariously on one arm she returned the gesture. "Kieshon Lowdye, pilot of the Green Eyed Lady currently docked in bay." A firm grasp of the woman’s hand, with a single pump, formality, how she tired of propriety sometimes. Then the name caught her. Kat, where had she heard that name mentioned, as well the voice was vaguely familiar.

Releasing the woman’s hand she still smiled, her voice light. "It’s a pleasure to be aboard your vessel, Captain Morgahn." As she spoke it had come to her who this was, Traver’s had mentioned the name a few times in that first conversation they had when she had arrived. And the familiarity of the voice fell into place as well as being that she had heard many times over the ships central comm. "I was hoping to make your acquaintance Captain. Though I do apologize for the means by which such introduction has come about."

Her smile remained warm, as she again took hold of the tray she held. A slight shifting to ease where one of her braces rubbed against her outer thigh. "Would you care to join me at a table?" A quick look seeing if there was one close by. As brilliant green eyes passed over the kitchen area she noticed the young girl, the same one if she recalled as she had met in the corridors that had seemed unsettled by her braces. She made note to speak with the kid, maybe set her at ease, if possible. After that thought she looked back to Katrylle.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Mon, Mar 16, 1998 1:43 PM From: LinTravers

Travers stopped dead in the doorway to the mess hall. He knew it would happen eventually, but he still wasn't prepared for it. It wasn't that he was hiding Kieshon, quite the contrary, he had shown her just about every hidy hole aboard the Vextis. He just wasn't ready to explain to anyone the circumstances by which he had met her. That part of his life was still an opened and bleeding wound.

He watched the exchange, inwardly sighing his relief as Kat held out her hand in friendship towards Kieshon. Perhaps he could get by without having to go through the story once again. But it was not to be. He hadn't realized he was holding up the food line until the finger dug into his shoulder several times. "Yo, Mac! You gonna move it or what?!"

Turning slowly, Travers was fully prepared to tell the man to hold his horses, that was until he realized that, instead of staring at the top of the man's head, something that was common for his own height, he was staring at the man's lower chest. Blinking once, he let his deep violet eyes do a slow climb up the man-mountain before him, a friendly smile crossing his lips as he muttered an apology. Eyes still on the behemoth, Travers back stepped into the mess hall, colliding into another man carrying his still laidened tray. The ensuing noise was horrific. Worse yet, it drew the attention of not only the two women he was not yet ready to face, but of Jaq as well. He wasn't sure which was worse. One thing he was sure of, however, it was gonna be a bad day!

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Fri, Apr 17, 1998 2:49 PM From: KatrylleM

She couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Travers stumbling around. In the short time she had known him, she had never once seen him loose his cool. There were no doubts in Kat's mind as to why he had done so now. Quickly, before he could see her, Kat leaned over to Keishon, whispering a few short words.

"Lets teach'im."

Her face cloaked in what could only be interpreted as anger, she strode towards Travers who had succeeded in smearing the spilled food on the other man rather than wiping it off.

"MR. Travers! A word with you, sir. NOW!"

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Thu, Apr 23, 1998 7:05 AM From: KieshnLwdy

Brilliant green eyes remained on Katrylle for a moment longer before she extended her hand, clasping the woman's in a firm grip. But before she had chance to give her customary one pump hand shake a clamor drew not only her attention but Katrylle's as well. Well, not to mention everyone else that filled the dining hall. Nor did she miss the strong comments coming from the Klingon's seated at the table behind her.

She quickly bit her tongue to hold back the giggle that threatened to escape, as much for the words behind her as from the antics of Loltar --the sound switching to a low grumble as she again mentally berated herself for the error— Travers, Travers, Travers. She really had ta work on that, but years of knowing him otherwise made it VERY difficult.

As she heard Katrylle's words she too quickly altered her expression. Where the woman's portrayed anger, she let her's fall into a contrite appearance. She prided herself on her being extremely observant, and she hadn't missed the look that had danced briefly across Travers face.

Kieshon set her tray to the table, then moved after Katrylle in measured steps. She clasped her hands behind her back, lifted brilliant green eyes to Travers once they stood before him. Her voice a low whisper. "Sorry sweetie, I think she knows I use to be your mistress." Trying to capture his eyes in silent message, having placed herself to the side of Katrylle that bore the patch, remaining maybe a half step behind her.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Wed, May 13, 1998 1:14 PM From: KatrylleM

She almost blew it. She came so close to laughing at the play of emotions running across Travers' face. Fortunately, she had to rely on her acting abilities most of her life, so, difficult as it was, she kept the show of anger directed at the poor man before them. All he could do was stammer. She wished she had contacted security just to have them record the entire scene.

Hands on her hips, she tapped her foot angrily as she waited for his facial expressions to settle on just one emotion.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Sun, May 31, 1998 4:55 PM From: LinTravers

He was caught. There were no two ways about it. And, despite expecting some form of confrontation, what had actually been said went way beyond anything he could have ever imagined. Mistress??? Kieshon???? He felt his skin flush at the realization that he wasn't as against that idea as he might have been when he first saw her in the Vextis fighter bay. Still, to lead Kat to believe......he frowned. Another train of thought derailed in his over active mind. What the hell would Kat care *who* he had slept with?! Why was she so angry?? It was bad enough that he, like most men, could not understand women, but here he was, facing two who seemed intent on some form of persecution only they could fathom.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the derailing had done some serious damage. He couldn't think of anything to say.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Sun, May 31, 1998 5:23 PM From: KatrylleM

It was time. Taking a deep breath, Kat forced her glare to darken even further. "How DARE y'leave this poor girl alone t'nae only hae yer baby, but t'raise it herself! All while y'go galavantin around th' stars, flirtin wi' evera tart y'lay yer eyes on! An' here I thought y'were a man o'honor!"

Travers blinked several times, exchanging confusion for utter horror. Kat couldn't face him any longer...not with a straight face anyway. Turning, she put her arms around Kieshon. "Yer welcomed here as long as y'wish, lass. An' I'll make sure yer reunited wi' yer baby as soon as possible."

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Sun, May 31, 1998 6:19 PM From: KieshnLwdy

She still stood in the spot she had been, just a bit behind of Katrylle. Brilliant green eyes still trying to capture Traver's eyes, but that just wasn't to be. He was chomping at the bit, trying to get out of a major head lock, and a figure four all in one foul swoop.

Come on Traver's, she wanted to yell at him. Just go with the flow, this way you don't have to say anything you don't want to. Let it go with this as it is, and you can lay me out and give me the spanking you always threatened to give me when I was a kid.

She was however, not prepared for what happened next. Did she not know better she would have thought Katrylle seriously POed at Travers. "How DARE y'leave this poor girl alone t'nae only hae yer baby, but t'raise it herself! All while y'go galavantin around th' stars, flirtin wi' evera tart y'lay yer eyes on! An' here I thought y'were a man o'honor!"

For at least a second, if not two, though it felt more like five minutes, the words didn't sink in. When they did her chin near hit the floor, and despite how much like a fish out of water Travers looked, she could feel her jaw and mouth working in near the same gasping movement.

When Katrylle put both arms around her she could do nothing but blink dumbfoundedly at Travers over the woman's shoulder. "Yer welcomed here as long as y'wish, lass. An' I'll make sure yer reunited wi' yer baby as soon as possible."

It caught her off guard when Travers finally met her gaze. She swallowed hard seeing how dark those violet orbs where, not quite the black of raging anger --of which she had only seen twice and certainly never hoped to see again. The look that was given her was a cross between "you've been up to your childish pranks again brat" and one that he'd never thrown her before, the one that said "if I get outta this, you better not be any where near by, or else".

Where it not for the braces locked beneath the leggings of her flight suit she most likely wouldn't still be standing. This was not going to be a good day!

Subject: Re: Galley From: LinTravers Date: 05 Jun 1998 19:22:47 EDT

Stunned silence turned into quiet fury. He knew he was being set up, he just wasn't sure by whom or why. His anger was such that he wasn't sure he really wanted to know either. Both of these women before him were capable and he was pretty sure if he did find out who was behind this little prank, he would not be held responsible for what would happen.

Silently, he turned and left the mess hall, all thoughts of telling Kieshon her brother was due to arrive in two hours lost in his anger. It had been three months since he had spoken to Jux about the woman who had murdered Nelson. Three months of no information, no leads. Three months of Kieshon's excitement at seeing her brother again, and now this. "To hell with her." he thought. "Let her figure it out for herself."

Almost instantly, he regretted his thoughts and considered turning around and going back to her. He decided against it, however, and continued down the hallway to his quarters. He wasn't ready for any more surprises today.

Katrylle Morgahn

Kat heard him leave and chuckled softly, pulling away from Kieshon. "Mmmm...t'far?" She chuckled again and, seemingly uncaring of the trouble she had definitely caused, turned for the table she and Ilrea had been sitting at. "Still up fer tha' lunch, Kieshon?"

Jaqi posted June 16, 1998 03:19 PM

Jaqi had missed most of the goings on because she had been busy sliding the yet to be baked pastries and hot pockets into the ovens and taking out the done ones when they were "just right".

Pffff. She blew a strand of honey-blonde hair from her eyes and thought once more about getting a haircut. Skillfully she plucked the "just right" pastries and hot pockets from the trays whose time in the ovens was almost up. These things would burn in a snap iffn she wasn't careful. She was always careful when it came to food.

They were browning up nicely and almost before she finished sliding the tray back onto the rack and closing the heavy oven door there were more ready to be pulled out. This was the critical time as far baking was concerned. A few seconds too long and they would scorch, or worse, burn! So when she heard Kaye begin to whimper she began to fret. They would burn for sure if she had to leave to them in the oven now and taking them out too soon well... that was unthinkable.

But if Kaye needs me, she thought and tried to balance the edge of the tray on the oven door while pulling off the done ones and peer around the oven and the portable mess bins to see her daughter all at the same time. When all of a sudden the fussing stopped. Jaqi almost panicked but just as quickly recalled the young man sitting at the table. He must have soothed her. A soft smile curved her lips and she began to hum as she finished her work in peace.

Yep, the people aboard the Vextis were real nice. Some of them felt like kin to her like Kat and Ilrea, but only her infant daughter Kaye was blood kin. A frown flickered across her features and was gone as she thought of Mel who should have been her kin, he was after all he was her husband, but in the end was no more than her master as the contract stipulated. She shook off the thoughts of the past. All that was behind her now. She had been set free and that meant she didn't have to stay with someone who treated her and the child like property. As it turned out Madam Obliette had said that Mel had somehow breached the contract and because of that the marriage was over.

Jaqi hadn't known how to feel about that for the longest time. She thought maybe she was supposed to cry, but she couldn't. Physically it was impossible for her to cry or show any sort of emotion through her eyes. They had been black at birth, despite her own mother's soft blue eyes and her father's hard, cruel blue eyes, and had remained that way her entire life.

"Tha eyes ur the windas ta the soul girlie" her father used to tell her, "an you ain't got no soul."

She refused to remember anymore. She would not let him into her head. Not him and not her brothers and not all those others or what they did to her.

SLAM The oven door brought her back to the present with a startle.

"Daydreams cause burnt food!" she chuckled to herself and pulled out the last of the finished pastries and checked on the ones she had just put in before closing the door a final time. The hot rack was set on the long sink to cool before she washed it.

With the back of her hand she rubbed an itch which only succeeded in smearing another streak of flour onto her face. With a deep breath she ran her hands down her apron and turned her attentions to preparing the site meals for tonight.

Site meals were what she used to call "brown baggin it" back home. Every day there were crew members who, because of their schedule, were unable to come to the mess proper. Jaqi didn't think anyone should have to make their own food and quite frankly (though she would never admit it outright) she considered it an insult if they did. So from the start she had made site meals. Though she never got to deliver the meals personally, a security officer came by and picked up the bin after she'd left to tend to Kaye, she had received many messages on her tele-prompter message thingie in her quarters telling her that the meals were appreciated.

"Too hot still." She spoke to the pastries tray. "y'all just have ta wait a bit longer fore I pack ya up."

With a wide smile she rounded the corner and returned to her table where she could watch the Mess as was proper. She had been wondering what had happened with Kat and the lady and who had made a ruckus. There was also the tug of worry, however silly, regarding Kaye's whimpering. Ilrea needed a new lesson in the kitchen...

Her list making was cut short at the sight of a man, a STRANGER, at her table, in her kitchen, with her (anything in the Mess being hers) children. Without conscious thought she pulled the wooden spoon from her apron and began to advance on the fiend.

He was bent over, rubbing Kaye's foot as she herself had been doing earlier and talking to Ilrea. The poor lamb, her eyes were wide and she was sitting far back in her seat not saying a word.

Infuriated Jaqi attacked.

"Getcher self offa my lambs!!" THWACK A kidney hit. THWACK A shoulder hit. The spoon sounded loud in the suddenly silent Mess.

"Out I say!" THWACK Jaqi registered only that he was very tall as she hit him and tried to position herself between him and the children. "Get out afore I call security!" THWACK This hit landing on his forearm.

The picture she presented was magnificent. Her face flushed, her body coiled and ready to attack if need be, her apron rising and falling as the breaths she took to try to calm herself filled her lungs. Only her eyes showed nothing, no emotion whatsoever.

"OUT!" Her wooden spoon whooshed past his cheek as she pointed to the exit.

Being lost in the moment as she was, Jaqi never even noticed the reactions of the other members in the Mess hall.

To her utter amazement no one seemed to have noticed. As if that wasn't enough then man turned a fierce shade of red, mumbles something that sounded like an apology, and left quietly.

She shook her head is disbelief. Tucking a stray strand of honey-blonde hair behind her ear she crouched down and began to soothe CC.

"Ya aren't laughing at tha way I hit him with my spoon are ya?"

Ryan Devlin posted June 21, 1998 03:24 PM

He hated inactivity. He had spent his entire life, usually outside, but always doing something. He had never dreamed, even in the crowded classrooms of the "big city" that he'd be stuck in a tiny room hour after hour, staring at a security monitor. He knew his mind was rotting, he could feel it. He needed to get out of this room. They must have known he was going stir-crazy, "they" being his supervisors. There was no hesitation when his name was called to make the daily lunch run. There was even less hesitation in his movements as he nearly flew out of his chair and into the hallway.

As he made his way to the main galley on level six, Ryan Devlin mused over his current situation. For the thousandth time since leaving the farm on Earth, he wondered how a small town country boy could ever want to leave that peace and serenity for pure, unadulterated boredom. For the thousandth time, the same answer immediately popped in to his head; the excitement and adventure. He chuckled under his breath, adding a muttered "Didn't say anything about closets and eyestrain in the brochure."

Still, all in all it was a good job. One of the best he'd had in all his 42 years, but only when his rotation took him off the monitors, he added to himself. He had a roof over his head, was making decent money and he had food. The last thought brought a smile to his face. Not since leaving his mama's house had ever tasted anything so good. It had nearly sent his burly 6'2" frame bawling back home the first time he had tasted it. Now, without realizing it, he picked up his pace.

As usual, there was a line out the door and, as he slipped past, several grumbled under their breath. He had barely missed colliding with an obviously furious man who had been leaving the mess hall and he found himself quickly stepping aside as a young lady awkwardly shuffled after him. As she passed however, he instinctively reached for the brim of the hat that normally plastered down his thick black hair. Fumbling as he belatedly realized he was on duty and Stetsons weren’t a normal part of the uniform, he never the less mumbled a "'scuse me, ma'am". She neither heard nor saw him as she hurried on her way.

He shrugged lightly as he began shouldering his way through the crowd to the door of the kitchen. It only vaguely registered that, as he stepped into the cooking area, the room behind him grew hushed as if everyone was collectively holding their breath. The wondrous smells dulled his usually sharp senses however and, heedless of the dangers within, he ventured further into the room.

In the kitchen, he could find no trace of the cook. Sitting at a flour covered table, however, there were two small children. Girls by the looks of them both, though the older one was definitely not kin to the younger. The baby was strapped in a little seat and propped on top of the floured covered table. She had begun to whimper softly. The older girl had been busy making pastries of some sort and, at the baby's sounds, reached a flour and fur covered hand over to rub the baby's stomach. Devlin smiled softly and stepped further into the room.

His voice quiet, his smile widened as he sat on the other side of the baby from the older girl. "Well...hello there, little miss." The older girl's reaction surprised him. She seemed almost terrified when she had caught a glimpse of him.

Very slowly, he stood again, his movements similar to one who is trying to sooth a frightened animal. The baby continued to whimper and, in a manner he had seen his mother use frequently to calm fussy children, he took her foot and began rubbing it gently. His voice soft, he coo'd to the baby, making sure the older child knew he meant no harm.

"And hello to you, little miss. What beautiful eyes you have. I bet you and your sister here are the heartthrobs of the ship." He never had a chance to finish the one sided conversation. Suddenly, from behind him, a very loud screaming was heard that sent chills up his spine. "Getcher self offa my lambs!!!" He was about to turn at the sound when a small part of his back just above his kidneys flared with a pain he had not felt in over twenty years. His first instinct was that he had been shot, but common sense or memories told him that wasn't possible. The next thwack got him on the shoulder, lessening the pain in his back only slightly as the senses were redirected to the new location. "Out I say!"

He couldn't believe it. He was sure his ma was back to haunt, though this woman who was now forcefully inserting herself between him and the children looked nothing like her. The whirling terror before him was about a foot shorter and had the blackest eyes he had ever seen. She carried scars that, to him, only seemed to enhance not only her fierceness, but her beauty as well. It was probably the spoon she held threateningly that brought to mind his ma. He had felt the sting of that same spoon, or rather one very much like it, every time he was caught filching his ma's prize winning cookies.

He was drawn from his thoughts as another blow landed on his forearm. "Get out afore I call security!" He would have laughed at that if he hadn't been transformed into the guilty, blushing child of his past. The blush rose scarlet on his face at the child's embarrassment at being caught. He tried to tell her that he was security, but all he could do was stammer. The spoon whistled past his cheek as she pointed the way out. He winced in full expectation of the wood connecting with his shoulder, but it never came.

His blush rose even deeper as he quickly backed out of the kitchen, stammering his apologies. He didn't even notice the entire mess hall was completely silent. He never stopped long enough to even realize that it was still at full capacity. Nearly running, he beat a hasty retreat from the room and the deck, not stopping until he was safely back in his "closet" and in his seat in front of the monitor again. A few seconds later, Paul Carey poked his head through the door inquiring about lunch. "Get someone else to do it." was Devlin's only response. Paul didn't ask as he softly closed the door behind him, in search of another poor fool to face the wrath of the cook.

Jaqi posted June 21, 1998 05:33 PM

Iffn this wasn't tha strangest day she's ever had. It started when she woke up in her bed fully dressed and with her hair still braided. She never goes ta bed with clothes on or her hair done up. To find Kat cooking her breakfast in the kitchen after already bathing and feeding Kaye was another surprise. Not as big a surprise as finding out why she couldn't remember a thing from the time she stood up to leave the bar with Kat and Ry last night to the time she woke up this morning was though.

Jaqi could count on one hand all the visitors she'd ever had in her new home prior to that morning. It was different having someone cook for her and she could hardly wait to taste what Kat had made when there was a knock at her door. Outside of it she found a man she had never seen before. He was very tall and called himself Slayne and wanted Kat. No sooner had she settled Kat and the stranger, turns out he was applying for a job, in the small kitchen in her quarters, than there was another knock at her door.

The new arrival was a woman with a clipped but at the same time soft way of talking. She was at least there to see Jaq, but seemed hesitant to come into her quarters. The woman, Lia, kept staring at the hairbrush Jaq held in her hand as if she expected Jaqi to hit her with it at any moment. Jaqi had almost gotten her into the room, she really wanted to shut the door before anyone else came in, when Ry strolled on in pushing Lia the rest of the way into the room in the process. After sticking her head out into the hall to make sure there were no others waiting in line Jaqi closed the door and set to talking to Lia.

"We were wondering where you were. There is no one in the Mess." Lia said.

Horrified, Jaqi got herself dressed, got Kaye and her tote bag and gave them both to Ry, and hustled everyone from her kitchen and out of her quarters on down to the Mess Hall.

Somehow it seemed everyone on the entire ship, except for the new guy, knew about Jaqi and her spoon. Kat was remedying the lapse in intel with the newcomer while Jaqi bustled around getting the chow up and serving her crew. Ry turned out to be a good assistant, something Jaqi didn't get a chance to tell him until later. He took real good care of Kaye for the seven minutes he was holding her, and later got breakfast steaks for Jaqi to cook.

So for awhile everything was normal. Kaye was napping in her crib in Jaqi's office in the mess. Kat was at the baking table talking and Jaqi was cooking. You'd think the day would stay normal. Uh uh.

The man from tha other day shows up and drops flowers on the cutting board near the entrance to the kitchen and bolts before saying a word. The tall guy at the table with Kat apparently got a job, but then couldn't answer a simple question about what he likes ta eat then Accused Jaqi of poisoning people with blowfish.

That mess got straightened out while she was rolling out the shells for the pastry pockets for the sight meal. Turns out there is a fish that can be poisonous and Slayne is gonna take Jaqi shopping for one then show her how to cook it. Kat told everyone that Jaqi would smack them with her rolling pin if they didn't behave in the kitchen. Kat should know that's what the wooden spoons are for. Ry filched some pastries off the trays as he was leaving. You'd think fifteen steaks of his own for breakfast woulda been enough.

Jaqi shook her head and took a final look around the kitchen. The meals for dinner were prepped and lunch was in the steamers ready to be served. A glance at her clock told her she had almost two hours before lunch was served. Gathering up Kaye she decided to return to her quarters and relax with her daughter. Maybe while Kaye was nursing she'd get that picture book she bought and pick out all the letters she knows.

Subject: Separate quarters Date: Wed, Oct 29, 1997 11:19 PM From: JaqiAlxndr

Her black eyes remained expressionless as she left the quarters she once shared with Melicore. Earlier that day she had gone to Kat to obtain seperate quarters for herself and her daughter Kaye. Kat had not asked why, only what she could do.

She didn't have much of her own to pack. A couple of cotton dresses and a few aprons. One cookbook. Kaye had more. Babies had a lot of stuff.

The whole move took less time than she thought. Rather than head to the galley she added a few touches to the two small rooms that she could call her own. She didn't reflect on what went wrong or how to make things better again.

The soft voice that was the ship's computer reminded her of the hour. Time to start dinner. Not exactly mechanically, but certainly in a daze, she went to prepare the meal for the crew. She began to pull off her wedding rings and experienced a moment of panic before realizing that she had not lost them, but left them for Melicore. They belonged to him.

She patted the small lump in the pocket of her dress that was a voice chip sent to her from Madame O then slipped on her apron and tied the strings in a double knot.

Jaqi, the contract is void.

Those words whispered in her head for the rest of the night.

Subject: Seperate Quarters Date: Sun, Nov 2, 1997 7:40 AM From: MELICORE

He looked at the table beside their bed as he softly weeped seeing Kittens Rings on it. He was not used to tears and the hurt inside. Picking up the rings he looked at the engagement ring and then the wedding band and he ran his finger along the the Violet Sapphires Giving a stern look he knew then what he wanted.

He walked determinedly to to her quarters knocking first then entering. He saw her. His heart sang as he took the engagement ring and slid it on Kittens finger for the first time in his life he knew exactly what he wanted and he was NOT going to take no for an answer. Picking up Kaye he placed her in Jaqs arms and then he picked up *Kitten* she could see the sadness that was in his eyes slowly shift from blue to their green as they shifted to an almost diamond like hue.

He smiled as he walked out the door with them in his arms.

"I want to renew our vows and remarry you, and this time I do not wish to hear about Madame she has nothing to do with this. their will be no contracts nothing Just you me and Kaye Forever til the day I die."

He returned carrying them back to their home telling one of the servants to get her stuff as the servant ran off to get their stuff.

Subject: Re: Seperate Quarters Date: Mon, Nov 3, 1997 11:19 AM From: KatrylleM

It had been less than a week since the Vextis had met up with an envoy from Orian. Ry had been requested to return with the envoy for some unknown reason and, since the Vextis could not make the trip itself, he had left Kat in charge. Ilrea had also stayed behind under Kat's care.

Kat had insisted on leaving Ilrea on the Vextis. The child had too many "shake ups" in her life as it was. Ilrea had never cried when she was told Ry would be leaving. It was almost as if she expected it and Kat knew that the next several months would be spent convincing Ilrea that her daddy would return for her.

At the moment, Ilrea was the least of her worries. She had been told by LaeAnne that there was trouble brewing in Mel's quarters. Aparently, he had forcibly returned Jaq to the rooms they had once shared. Instead of fulfilling Mel's command to return Jaq and Kay's things to his room, the servant had gone straight to security who had, in turn, come to the acting Captain; Kat.

Kat slid to a stop in front of Mel's door and knocked quickly. She could hear Jaq yelling inside and she growled softly before knocking again, louder this time.

Kat jumped as the door suddenly slid open and a very angry Jaq, her glare still locked on Mel, commanded that her things be moved back to her own room. Kat reached out and lightly touched Jaq's shoulder.

"Heyas. I'll hae sumone take care o'it, hon. M'thinks y'need t'g'there yerself right now an' nae only calm yerself, but yer daughter. Go. Lemme take care o'Mel, o'kay?"

"Take care of HIM!" Jaq's jaw droped. By now, Kaye was whimpering as the tension between her parents increased "I'd be gladta leave but he won't let me!" Though Jaq's eyes were an expressionless black, her posture and set of her facial features made clear her ire.

Kat shook her head and gently took Jaq by both shoulders, forcing her too look into her eye. Her voice was stern, but soft as she tried to calm her friend. "Jaq. Listen t'me. Y'know tha' is nae wha' I meant. Yer on m'ship now, hon. I am lettin ye leave. He hae nae t'say aboot it a' th' moment, understand? Take Kaye an' calm her. I'll b'along in a bit, alright?"

Trying to soothe her daughter, Jaq made to step past Mel who moved to block her way. Kat growled and spun on Mel. "Dinnae make me pull rank on ye, Melicore. We've been friends t'damn long fer tha'." Wrapping an arm around Jaq's waist, Kat shouldered Mel aside and gently pushed Jaq out the door. As Mel made to go after Jaq, Kat spun again, holding him back with just a hand to his chest. "No. We need t'talk an' she needs time. Git back in there an' sit." When he resisted, his eyes locked on Jaq's retreating back, Kat shoved him, emphasising her actions with only one word; "NOW!". Softly, the doors slid closed behind them, blocking all view of Jaq from Mel.

Subject: Re: Seperate Quarters Date: Mon, Nov 3, 1997 4:27 PM From: JaqiAlxndr

Blind with fury she navigated the way back to her quarters. HER quarters. She had never been so angry in all of her life. In fact, she had never been angry at all in her life. At least not that she showed other people.

"Tha pig headed, overbearing...!"

Kaye's whimpering began again so she snapped her mouth shut and entered their room. She rocked and bounced her daughter finally getting the child to calm down. When she was soothed Jaqi placed her in the cradle and turned to the computer.

These techie things were new to her so it wasn't until after she had inadvertantly requested all the computer's data on symposiums of the 20th century and deactivated the lights for her floor that she got security. The crewmember that responeded was familar to her, but she couldn't quite place him.

"I..." was as far as she got before he cut in with a scathing lecture on computer security and restricted access and several other things that meant nothing to her.

"Let's not have this happen again." He wrapped up the standard lecture. "Now if there is nothing else." It wasn't a question. It was what he had to say, but she had something.

"I wanta be the only one ta get in my quarters." Her arms were folded over her chest.

"You are the..." She was shaking her head. "You're not?" He wondered why it was that women never let a man finish a sentence.

The lights came back on.

She didn't know how to say what had happened. It was so embarassing. Her face began to burn with a blush and she looked down.

Suddenly he remembered. How could he be so stupid? Everyone in security was talking about it.

"I will fix it right now." He turned to go then paused. "I meant to thank you for making that dish for me Cookie. It really made me feel better." With that he got to work.

"Glad ta do it." She remembered now. He was the homesick crewman who she made that strange food for. She'd done alot of that type a thing over the past few months.

She watched him as he reset the sensor. She walked in and of the door dozens of times until he finally said it was set right. She also watched him and the three people unlucky enough to be walking by get talked into trying to enter her quarters. They walked right into the door. He wanted to prove that no one but her could activate it.

"If there is nothing else." He had gathered his tools and was at the door when her voice stopped him.

"Whydcha call me cookie?" Her honey-blonde braid fell to the side as she cocked her head.

"We all call you that." He shrugged. "Cookie. The cook." He wasn't sure now if he should wait or go. "Is there anything else?" He couldn't believe he'd actually posed it as a question. The others in security would never let him live it down.

She shook her head and waved. "Thanks."

After he left she checked on Kaye and looked at the time. Just under two hours until she had to go make dinner for the crew. Gathering her cross-stitch she sat in the small living area and waited. Who would show up she didn't know for sure, but she knew someone would.

Kat or Mel? she wondered, but she knew it didn't matter. Mel would come after her. She knew it.

Subject: Galley Date: Sat, Jan 3, 1998 1:18 PM From: F4E Drvr

The steamers were filled with freshly cooked food and the plates and utensils waited for hungry hands to put them to a fitting use. After taking a deep breath she sounded the bell that would echo through the Vextis and call the crew to eat.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Tue, Jan 6, 1998 1:10 AM From: KatrylleM

Kat stepped through the mess-hall door with Ilrea at her side, she looked tired. Worst still, she looked old. Since Ry's sudden departure and the incindent with the distruction of the Doom Bringers' base, she had become less and less of her old self. Now, it seemed, the only thing that brought a true smile to her face was the five year old child clinging to her hand.

As mother and child stopped to gaze at the numerous people rattling around, Ilrea tugged on Kat's hand. Only those in the immediate area heard the strange language the two females had taken to speaking to each other, but the warm and loving smile Kat shone on the girl was seen by many more as she hefted the child up in her arms with a great "Oof". The girl's laughter was contageous and several faces surrounding them were seen to light up.

Once again Kat glanced around and, seeing Jaq was quite busy, decided not to distract her from her work. She hugged Ilrea tightly once, then set the child back on her feet before shuffling their way through the line along with the rest of the Vextis crew to receive their dinner.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Wed, Jan 7, 1998 5:59 PM From: F4E Drvr

She watched the mess hall fill and could not suppress a smile of delight. Here she was comfortable and competent. Here she was nobody's plaything. After several moments she identified what she was feeling as pride.

I'm real proud of myself. Probably a sin, she thought.

The clang of trays and the clatter of utensils combined with the rumble of voices and laughter gave her a feeling of belonging and security she had never known.

Excluding motherhood of course! A quiet voice inside was quick to remind her.

Expressionless black eyes roamed constantly checking that all was in order, trays were full of fresh, hot, food and that any spills were cleaned right away. She also scanned the line. In the short time she had been mess cook she had identified the people who just didn't mix.

If you asked Jaqi would tell you that she did not know the meaning of the word "diplomacy", but she nevertheless displayed a certain talent for it in her mess hall. Certain individuals always seemed to find themselves doing a special favor for her that managed to keep potential troublemakers seperated without them even realizing that was what was happening.

When that failed she resorted to sterner measures. Jaqi would be appalled to learn that rumor had it she ruled the mess with a iron hand. But those who had made the error of arguing in the chow hall soon learned that the quiet liitle girl who none of them had even realized really existed had a temper and a bad one at that.

"Kat!" A wide smile creased her flour powdered face. "and Ilrea. Whatcha two doin' in that line? Come on back here and join me."

Behind her, near enough the serving line to see, but not so close as to be in the way of someone setting out refills, was a long, well used wooden table and chairs. On it were always some tasty tidbit or another in varying stages of development. Tonight was no exception.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Thu, Jan 15, 1998 3:35 PM From: KatrylleM

On hearing Jaq's voice, Ilrea made a beeline straight for the table, immediately getting her hands into some form of pastry. Kat's protests were unheard as Jaq immediately began showing the girl how to work the dough properly. Out numbered, Kat plucked a finished pastry from the table and sat to munch and watch.

Ilrea had still not completely overcome her fear of people, but Kat had discovered the girl had a love for cooking. Although only 5, the child had worked many nights besides Kat in their own kitchen to make dinner and Ilrea was picking up faster than Kat could ever dream possible. As with other things, Kat found the girl was a natural.

Silently, she watched Jaq and Ilrea, a feeling of love and calm passing over her for the first time in months. This was how it should always be. She smiled softly and, as was more and more common these days, wished Ilrea's father could see her like this.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Mon, Jan 19, 1998 7:57 PM From: F4E Drvr

Expressionless black eyes watched her young helper. A gentle smile curved her mouth. She nodded to IIrea.

"Poke the edges with yor fingers to seal the pasty tight."

One hand held the small foot of her daughter, her thumb softly rubbing the sole of the soft heel. Her other hand lightly stroked the young Ilrea's hair once. Jaqi knew the girl was shy and didn't take ta strangers easily. Jaqi could understand that.

A ruckus in the mess hall caused her to turn round and frown at the room in general. The noise quieted down, but Jaq saw what she needed to. Two of the men who didn't quite see eye to eye had bumped shoulders and now were picking and scratching. She turned her frown into a smile and called out.

"Come on over here." Her sweet Kentucky accent somehow managing to carry to a young man with a serious scowl on his face. "I've saved ya a place with us."

Lowering her voice she whispered to Kat. "Whatcha been up to, Kat? I haven't seen ya since..." Now it was her turn to frown. She tried hard not to think about the last time she saw Kat. And who she hadn't seen or heard from since then.

She was saved from finishing her sentence by the arrival of her guest. Without a word, but with a smile, she slid one of the fresh pastries onto the nervous crewman's plate. It took Jaqi a few moments to recognize that he might be nervous because he got called over the table where the Captain was present. Whatever his concerns might have been there was no need to worry because at that moment Ilrea took a fresh pastry from the tray and slid it onto his plate, just a Jaqi had done.

Kaye began to fuss, it was time to nurse. Before Jaqi picked her up she stroked the child Ilrea's hair once more and whispered the words of praise she used when her young chef in training did especially well.

"Kaye's needin' me tend to her. Watch the mess for me C.C." She didn't miss the way the girl's eyes lit up when called her by the nickname or the almost smile at being left in charge. Just before she pushed through the doors to her private office she cast a look back over her shoulder and winked at Kat.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Tue, Jan 20, 1998 12:41 PM From: KatrylleM

Kat had all but ignored the ruckus created by the two crew men. She sat, fists balled and stacked on the table top, supporting her chin, and watched her daughter with Jaq. Somewhere in her mind, her troubles eased slightly knowing that Ilrea would be well provided for by Jaq until Ry returned should something happen to Kat. Her shoulders relaxed slightly and her eye closed partially as exastion began wrapping its fingers around her.

It was probably unseemly for the captain of a starship....even an acting captain....to fall asleep on a pastry table, but that's what Kat unwittingly did. When Jaq returned from nursing Kay, she found Ilrea had made several more pastries, some obviously by a 5 year old, others much better, and Kat had "supervised" the entire thing, her chin still resting on her fists, eye closed and breathing heavy. Yet, somehow, even in sleep, Kat seemed disturbed as a frown creased her brow. Kat never noticed Jaq's return, nor did she notice the fact that, in her exuberance, Ilrea had succeeded in laying a fine dust of flour all over the table and anything, including her mother, that rested on it.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Wed, Jan 21, 1998 9:46 AM From: KieshnLwdy

Measured steps carried her into the galley. The enticing aroma that wafted the vents and duct work, as though intentional, more then reason enough to pull her from the quarters she had been assigned.

Kieshon had been 3 months already aboard The Vextis, and as yet, she hadn't even met whoever was the ships Captain. Absently she wondered how intentional that was on Lolter’s part, Linton, she corrected herself, here he went by Linton Travers. Was he concerned that she might reveal something he wished not revealed? She doubted that, but it still twitched at the back of her mind like an irritating itch at the center of your back that you just can't quite reach.

Maybe he had wanted to her just blend in, like having been a set part of the crew. She shrugged, throwing off the line of thought as the overpowering of shrimp Creole caught her senses, sending them reeling. Unaware of the stares she garnered as she moved through the food line. She'd maintained a habit of wearing her loose flight suit since she had arrived here. Not because she was bothered by the bulky braces it hid, but other's seemed to be discomforted by them. Especially the young girl she had chanced upon in the corridor one day.

After filling her plate, she carried the tray toward an empty table. One particularly rowdy table seemed to liven up as she drew closer. Cat calls, whistle's and the like were thrown at her. And when she tried to circumvent the table a couple of the men, Klingon by the looks of them, stood, barring her path. They didn't lay hand on her at all, but did try to convince her to take a seat at their table, particularly upon one's lap. Though that wasn't exactly what had been said, but in their dialect, crude as it was, there wasn't a word for lap so to say.

As suddenly they all sat stoically, eyes to tray's, as silent now as they had been rowdy before. One eyebrow lifted sharply as she turned, the gooseflesh across her shoulders warning her that someone stood directly behind her. Slowly she turned, a tip of her head as she brilliant green eyes came to meet the single eyed gaze of a woman she hadn't heard approach. Now came the staredown, that would end only when one or the other of them chose to speak first. It was a game she was well versed in. She let one corner of her mouth lift slightly, a quirky grin, similar to one she knew Lolter, dammit Travers, was partial to.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Thu, Jan 22, 1998 4:34 PM From: F4E Drvr

Jaqi returned from tending her daughter with a feeling of peace and serenity filling her body. A cursory inspection of her kitchen showed all was well. The fine layer of flour covering every surface and most of the people in range only proved that all was it should be. Except there was one tray that needed refilling.

It's funny how things can change in just a few minutes.

Jaqi nodded and smiled at the woman as she went through the line then commenced tidying up the kitchen. No sooner did she turn her back than the trouble started. At first she didn't think much of it. Most of the time these things settled themselves. But not this time. Her onyx eyes narrowed at the treatment of the woman. This she wouldn't tolerate. No one was harassed in her Mess.

Picking up the nearest tub she headed for the table. She'd handled this kind of trouble before. The really funny thing was that in any other situatiuon Jaqi would never even consider talking to the fierce looking warriors, much less take anything away from them. But in her kitchen there were certain rules. Everyone got a to eat a well cooked meal in peace and enjoy it. That was her only rule.

Everyone else knew the unspoken the rules of the Mess. If you got her mad enough Jaqi would take your food away and kick you out. The first time she did it jaws were left gaping.

Not a soul could believe that the petite little scrap of a girl, who seemed only barely a woman, with the honey-blonde hair that was almost always braided back could lose her temper. That the girl with the sweetest, softest, Kentucky accent who rarely spoke and never looked anyone in the eye, was capable of marching a 7' 5" all muscle and scar tissue decorated warrior out of the Mess and into the corridor was unthinkable. Until it happened. That marked the day the Galley became Jaqi's Mess.

When one of the medical crew saw Jaqi pick up the grey tub she knew that some one was about to go hungry. She nudged her tablemates and herself began to shovel in the delicious meal. Just in case she was the offender. It was with great relief that table 5 watched Jaq return the tub to its place on the clean up cart. They breathed a collective sigh of relief, slowed their eating pace, and followed the direction of her gaze.

When Kat got up and headed for the table Jaqi decided to let her deal with the situation. Still, she positioned herself in a spot where she would be very visible and frowned, scowled really, at the offenders. The slap of the wooden spoon against her palm was the only sound in the Mess hall for a long time.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Sat, Jan 24, 1998 3:59 PM From: KatrylleM

It was nothing more than pure luck that she hadn't collided with the woman's back. Lord knew the only reason she was moving at all was strictly out of instinct rather than conscious thought.

She had still been asleep, her head resting on the pastry table, when the commotion started. Somewhere in her subconscious, even reaching her through the tight fog of sleep, she knew it was the Klingons and that usually meant more trouble than necessary. Perhaps it was that subconscious thought that propelled her body from the table even before a parting of the fog was tempted, but, luckily for both women, Kat's mind caught up with her body a mere fraction of a second on the safe side of disaster.

If she was confused as to why she suddenly found herself standing in the mess hall, facing Klingons past the form of the unknown woman, she never showed it. A faint ghost of a smile passed her lips as she heard the sound of wood against skin behind and to one side of her, and, as the Klingons returned to their seats passively, something not inbred in Klingons, Kat was fairly certain it was only that sound that had driven them to the unnatural.

As the woman before her turned, Kat's single eyed gaze shifted immediately, and, in that instant, she knew who the woman was. While Travers had taken his sweet time in introducing her, Kat had gathered some minor information on the newcomer. Kay......Kel.....no.....Kieshon... The "Green Eyed Lady" and pilot of the new bird in the bay. New....Mentally, Kat frowned. It had been about three months, give or take, since the woman had docked and was met by Travers. It was amazing how time flew when you were stressed over other things.

Before the silent standoff could drift into a minute's time, Kat stuck her hand out to the woman. "Kat Morgahn. I'm a bit late, but welcome t'th' Vextis."

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Fri, Feb 27, 1998 10:18 AM From: F4E Drvr

It didn't take her long to see that Kat knew this woman. She had no doubts that Kat would handle any lip the burly boys might decide to dish out, but from the looks of them she thought there wouldn't be any.

She tucked the wooden spoon into her apron and set to work checking the trays to be sure there was enough food for the crew. To date there always had been of course, but still. Satisfied that there was enough to feed the entire U.S. Army from her home planet Jaqi returned to her table and the young man she had made sit there.

"How's tha grub?"

Ilrea had kept busy making the pocket pies and Jaqi joined her in the task.

The man mumbled something in reply while nodding and chewing.

Taking this as a compliment Jaqi smiled. "Thank you!"

Turning to face the girl she was about to say something then stopped. The child was watching Kat intently and something else. The girl looked frightened. She wasn't meaning to show it, that was obvious, but that didn't always matter. Sometimes people saw things even when you didn't want them too.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Fri, Mar 6, 1998 12:35 PM From: KatrylleM

Ilrea had noticed the stranger. Highly perceptive for a child of 5 years old, she noticed everything. But, like everything new to the girl, this woman made her nervous. She new this stranger had odd things on her legs and the child couldn't understand what or why. Not understanding always lead to fright. For the moment, however, she kept her distance, only slightly reassured by Kat's casual demenor.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Mon, Mar 9, 1998 9:09 AM From: KieshnLwdy

As she had turned, and still from the corner of her eye she watched in amusement the instant reaction the small woman that had been behind the hot table as she passed though brought about. Apparently this was the Galley Chief that Traver’s had mentioned with a light hearted tone. Still her brilliant green gaze held that of the woman directly before her, catching something that flickered across, but not enough so as to place it.

She hadn’t been concerned with the attentions that had been garnered her by the Klingons. Well familiar with the race, as she was with most races and dialects, she could have handled the situation. But as the Galley Chief and this other woman had made there presence known, she felt it wasn’t her place to exchange banter. If Traver’s was trying to keep her being aboard hushed – to a point anyway – she wouldn’t jeopardize that by doing something foolish. Her smile broadened a touch at what would have been her instinctive come back to the Klingon duo. Something that would have boosted their ego’s on their stature, as well giving her a graceful out from further confrontation.

All in a matter of seconds, what could have been a standoff halted with the extended hand of the woman before her. "Kat Morgahn. I'm a bit late, but welcome t'th' Vextis." Shifting her tray to balance precariously on one arm she returned the gesture. "Kieshon Lowdye, pilot of the Green Eyed Lady currently docked in bay." A firm grasp of the woman’s hand, with a single pump, formality, how she tired of propriety sometimes. Then the name caught her.

Kat, where had she heard that name mentioned, as well the voice was vaguely familiar. Releasing the woman’s hand she still smiled, her voice light. "It’s a pleasure to be aboard your vessel, Captain Morgahn." As she spoke it had come to her who this was, Traver’s had mentioned the name a few times in that first conversation they had when she had arrived. And the familiarity of the voice fell into place as well as being that she had heard many times over the ships central comm. "I was hoping to make your acquaintance Captain. Though I do apologize for the means by which such introduction has come about."

Her smile remained warm, as she again took hold of the tray she held. A slight shifting to ease where one of her braces rubbed against her outer thigh. "Would you care to join me at a table?" A quick look seeing if there was one close by. As brilliant green eyes passed over the kitchen area she noticed the young girl, the same one if she recalled as she had met in the corridors that had seemed unsettled by her braces. She made note to speak with the kid, maybe set her at ease, if possible. After that thought she looked back to Katrylle.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Mon, Mar 16, 1998 1:43 PM From: LinTravers

Travers stopped dead in the doorway to the mess hall. He knew it would happen eventually, but he still wasn't prepared for it. It wasn't that he was hiding Kieshon, quite the contrary, he had shown her just about every hidy hole aboard the Vextis. He just wasn't ready to explain to anyone the circumstances by which he had met her. That part of his life was still an opened and bleeding wound.

He watched the exchange, inwardly sighing his relief as Kat held out her hand in friendship towards Kieshon. Perhaps he could get by without having to go through the story once again. But it was not to be. He hadn't realized he was holding up the food line until the finger dug into his shoulder several times. "Yo, Mac! You gonna move it or what?!"

Turning slowly, Travers was fully prepared to tell the man to hold his horses, that was until he realized that, instead of staring at the top of the man's head, something that was common for his own height, he was staring at the man's lower chest. Blinking once, he let his deep violet eyes do a slow climb up the man-mountain before him, a friendly smile crossing his lips as he muttered an apology. Eyes still on the bohemouth, Travers backstepped into the mess hall, colliding into another man carrying his still ladened tray. The ensuing noise was horrific. Worse yet, it drew the attention of not only the two women he was not yet ready to face, but of Jaq as well. He wasn't sure which was worse. One thing he was sure of, however, it was gonna be a bad day!

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Fri, Apr 17, 1998 2:49 PM From: KatrylleM

She couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Travers stumbling around. In the short time she had known him, she had never once seen him loose his cool. There were no doubts in Kat's mind as to why he had done so now. Quickly, before he could see her, Kat leaned over to Keishon, whispering a few short words.

"Lets teach'im."

Her face cloaked in what could only be interpreted as anger, she strode towards Travers who had succeeded in smearing the spilled food on the other man rather than wiping it off.

"MR. Travers! A word with you, sir. NOW!"

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Thu, Apr 23, 1998 7:05 AM From: KieshnLwdy

Brilliant green eyes remained on Katrylle for a moment longer before she extended her hand, clasping the woman's in a firm grip. But before she had chance to give her customary one pump hand shake a clamor drew not only her attention but Katrylle's as well. Well, not to mention everyone else that filled the dining hall. Nor did she miss the strong comments coming from the Klingon's seated at the table behind her.

She quickly bit her tongue to hold back the giggle that threatened to escape, as much for the words behind her as from the antics of Loltar --the sound switching to a low grumble as she again mentally berated herself for the error— Travers, Travers, Travers. She really had ta work on that, but years of knowing him otherwise made it VERY difficult.

As she heard Katrylle's words she too quickly altered her expression. Where the woman's portrayed anger, she let her's fall into a contrite appearance. She prided herself on her being extremely observant, and she hadn't missed the look that had danced briefly across Travers face.

Kieshon set her tray to the table, then moved after Katrylle in measured steps. She clasped her hands behind her back, lifted brilliant green eyes to Travers once they stood before him. Her voice a low whisper. "Sorry sweetie, I think she know's I use to be your mistress." Trying to capture his eyes in silent message, having placed herself to the side of Katrylle that bore the patch, remaining maybe a half step behind her.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Wed, May 13, 1998 1:14 PM From: KatrylleM

She almost blew it. She came so close to laughing at the play of emotions running across Travers' face. Fortunately, she had to rely on her acting abilities most of her life, so, difficult as it was, she kept the show of anger directed at the poor man before them. All he could do was stammer. She wished she had contacted security just to have them record the entire scene.

Hands on her hips, she tapped her foot angrily as she waited for his facial expressions to settle on just one emotion.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Sun, May 31, 1998 4:55 PM From: LinTravers

He was caught. There were no two ways about it. And, dispite expecting some form of confrontation, what had actually been said went way beyond anything he could have ever imagined. Mistress??? Kieshon???? He felt his skin flush at the realization that he wasn't as against that idea as he might have been when he first saw her in the Vextis fighter bay. Still, to lead Kat to believe......he frowned. Another train of thought derailed in his over active mind. What the hell would Kat care who he had slept with?! Why was she so angry?? It was bad enough that he, like most men, could not understand women, but here he was, facing two who seemed intent on some form of persecution only they could fathom.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the derailing had done some serious damage. He couldn't think of anything to say.

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Sun, May 31, 1998 5:23 PM From: KatrylleM

It was time. Taking a deep breath, Kat forced her glare to darken even further. "How DARE y'leave this poor girl alone t'nae only hae yer baby, but t'raise it herself! All while y'go galavantin around th' stars, flirtin wi' evera tart y'lay yer eyes on! An' here I thought y'were a man o'honor!"

Travers blinked several times, exchanging confusion for utter horror. Kat couldn't face him any longer...not with a straight face anyway. Turning, she put her arms around Kieshon. "Yer welcomed here as long as y'wish, lass. An' I'll make sure yer reunited wi' yer baby as soon as possible."

Subject: Re: Galley Date: Sun, May 31, 1998 6:19 PM From: KieshnLwdy

She still stood in the spot she had been, just a bit behind of Katrylle. Brilliant green eyes still trying to capture Traver's eyes, but that just wasn't to be. He was chomping at the bit, trying to get out of a major head lock, and a figure four all in one foul swoop.

Come on Traver's, she wanted to yell at him. Just go with the flow, this way you don't have to say anything you don't want to. Let it go with this as it is, and you can lay me out and give me the spanking you always threatened to give me when I was a kid.

She was however, not prepared for what happened next. Did she not know better she would have thought Katrylle seriously POed at Travers. "How DARE y'leave this poor girl alone t'nae only hae yer baby, but t'raise it herself! All while y'go galavantin around th' stars, flirtin wi' evera tart y'lay yer eyes on! An' here I thought y'were a man o'honor!"

For at least a second, if not two, though it felt more like five minutes, the words didn't sink in. When they did her chin near hit the floor, and despite how much like a fish out of water Travers looked, she could feel her jaw and mouth working in near the same gasping movement.

When Katrylle put both arms around her she could do nothing but blink dumbfoundedly at Travers over the woman's shoulder. "Yer welcomed here as long as y'wish, lass. An' I'll make sure yer reunited wi' yer baby as soon as possible."

It caught her off guard when Travers finally met her gaze. She swallowed hard seeing how dark those violet orbs where, not quite the black of raging anger --of which she had only seen twice and certainly never hoped to see again. The look that was given her was a cross between "you've been up to your childish pranks again brat" and one that he'd never thrown her before, the one that said "if I get outta this, you better not be any where near by, or else".

Where it not for the braces locked beneath the leggings of her flight suit she most likely wouldn't still be standing. This was not going to be a good day!

Subject: Re: Galley From: LinTravers Date: 05 Jun 1998 19:22:47 EDT

Stunned silence turned into quiet fury. He knew he was being set up, he just wasn't sure by whom or why. His anger was such that he wasn't sure he really wanted to know either. Both of these women before him were capable and he was pretty sure if he did find out who was behind this little prank, he would not be held resposible for what would happen.

Silently, he turned and left the mess hall, all thoughts of telling Kieshon her brother was due to arrive in two hours lost in his anger. It had been three months since he had spoken to Jux about the woman who had murdered Nelson. Three months of no information, no leads. Three months of Kieshon's excitement at seeing her brother again, and now this. "To hell with her." he thought. "Let her figure it out for herself."

Almost instantly, he regretted his thoughts and considered turning around and going back to her. He decided against it, however, and continued down the hallway to his quarters. He wasn't ready for any more surprises today.

Katrylle Morgahn posted June 06, 1998 09:03 PM

Kat heard him leave and chuckled softly, pulling away from Kieshon. "Mmmm...t'far?" She chuckled again and, seemingly uncaring of the trouble she had definately caused, turned for the table she and Ilrea had been sitting at. "Still up fer tha' lunch, Kieshon?"

Jaqi posted June 16, 1998 03:19 PM

Jaqi had missed most of the goings on because she had been busy sliding the yet to be baked pastries and hot pockets into the ovens and taking out the done ones when they were "just right".

Pffff. She blew a strand of honey-blonde hair from her eyes and thought once more about getting a hair cut. Skillfully she plucked the "just right" pastries and hot pockets from the trays whose time in the ovens was almost up. These things would burn in a snap iffn she wasn't careful. She was always careful when it came to food.

They were browning up nicely and almost before she finished sliding the tray back onto the rack and closing the heavy oven door there were more ready to be pulled out. This was the critical time as far baking was concerned. A few seconds too long and they would scorch, or worse, burn! So when she heard Kaye begin to whimper she began to fret. They would burn for sure if she had to leave to them in the oven now and taking them out too soon well... that was unthinkable.

But if Kaye needs me, she thought and tried to balance the edge of the tray on the oven door while pulling off the done ones and peer around the oven and the portable mess bins to see her daughter all at the same time. When all of a sudden the fussing stopped. Jaqi almost panicked but just as quickly recalled the young man sitting at the table. He must have soothed her. A soft smile curved her lips and she began to hum as she finished her work in peace.

Yep, the people aboard the Vextis were real nice. Some of them felt like kin to her like Kat and Ilrea, but only her infant daughter Kaye was blood kin. A frown flickered across her features and was gone as she thought of Mel who should have been her kin, he was after all he was her husband, but in the end was no more than her master as the contract stipulated. She shook off the thoughts of the past. All that was behind her now. She had been set free and that meant she didn't have to stay with someone who treated her and the child like property. As it turned out Madam Obliette had said that Mel had somehow breached the contract and because of that the marriage was over.

Jaqi hadn't known how to feel about that for the longest time. She thought maybe she was supposed to cry, but she couldn't. Physically it was impossible for her to cry or show any sort of emotion through her eyes. They had been black at birth, despite her own mother's soft blue eyes and her father's hard, cruel blue eyes, and had remained that way her entire life.

"Tha eyes ur the windas ta the soul girlie" her father used to tell her, "an you ain't got no soul."

She refused to remember anymore. She would not let him into her head. Not him and not her brothers and not all those others or what they did to her.

SLAM The oven door brought her back to the present with a startle.

"Daydreams cause burnt food!" she chuckled to herself and pulled out the last of the finished pastries and checked on the ones she had just put in before closing the door a final time. The hot rack was set on the long sink to cool before she washed it.

With the back of her hand she rubbed an itch which only succeeded in smearing another streak of flour onto her face. With a deep breath she ran her hands down her apron and turned her attentions to preparing the site meals for tonight.

Site meals were what she used to call "brown baggin it" back home. Every day there were crew members who, because of their schedule, were unable to come to the mess proper. Jaqi didn't think anyone should have to make their own food and quite frankly (though she would never admit it outright)she considered it an insult if they did. So from the start she had made site meals. Though she never got to deliver the meals personally, a security officer came by and picked up the bin after she'd left to tend to Kaye, she had received many messages on her tele-prompter message thingie in her quarters telling her that the meals were appreciated.

"Too hot still." She spoke to the pastries tray. "y'all just have ta wait a bit longer fore I pack ya up."

With a wide smile she rounded the corner and returned to her table where she could watch the Mess as was proper. She had been wondering what had happened with Kat and the lady and who had made a ruckus. There was also the tug of worry, however silly, regarding Kaye's whimpering. Ilrea needed a new lesson in the kitchen...

Her list making was cut short at the sight of a man, a STRANGER, at her table, in her kitchen, with her (anything in the Mess being hers) children. Without conscious thought she pulled the wooden spoon from her apron and began to advance on the fiend.

He was bent over, rubbing Kaye's foot as she herself had been doing earlier and talking to Ilrea. The poor lamb, her eyes were wide and she was sitting far back in her seat not saying a word.

Infuriated Jaqi attacked.

"Getcher self offa my lambs!!" THWACK A kidney hit. *THWACK* A shoulder hit. The spoon sounded loud in the suddenly silent Mess.

"Out I say!" THWACK Jaqi registered only that he was very tall as she hit him and tried to position herself between him and the children. "Get out afore I call security!" THWACK This hit landing on his forearm.

The picture she presented was magnificent. Her face flushed, her body coiled and ready to attack if need be, her apron rising and falling as the breaths she took to try to calm herself filled her lungs. Only her eyes showed nothing, no emotion whatsoever.

"OUT!" Her wooden spoon whooshed past his cheek as she pointed to the exit.

Being lost in the moment as she was, Jaqi never even noticed the reactions of the other members in the Mess hall.

To her utter amazement no one seemed to have noticed. As if that wasn't enough then man turned a fierce shade of red, mumbles something that sounded like an apology, and left quietly.

She shook her head is disbelief. Tucking a stray strand of honey-blonde hair behind her ear she crouched down and began to soothe CC.

"Ya aren't laughing at tha way I hit him with my spoon are ya?"

Ryan Devlin posted June 21, 1998 03:24 PM

He hated inactivity. He had spent his entire life, usually outside, but always doing something. He had never dreamed, even in the crowded classrooms of the "big city" that he'd be stuck in a tiny room hour after hour, staring at a security monitor. He knew his mind was rotting, he could feel it. He needed to get out of this room.

They must have known he was going stir-crazy, "they" being his supervisors. There was no hesitation when his name was called to make the daily lunch run. There was even less hesitation in his movements as he nearly flew out of his chair and into the hallway.

As he made his way to the main galley on level six, Ryan Devlin mused over his current situation. For the thousandth time since leaving the farm on Earth, he wondered how a small town country boy could ever want to leave that peace and serenity for pure, unadulterated boredom. For the thousandth time, the same answer immediately popped in to his head; the excitement and adventure. He chuckled under his breath, adding a muttered "Didn't say anything about closets and eyestrain in the brochure."

Still, all in all it was a good job. One of the best he'd had in all his 42 years, but only when his rotation took him off the monitors, he added to himself. He had a roof over his head, was making decent money and he had food. The last thought brought a smile to his face. Not since leaving his mama's house had ever tasted anything so good. It had nearly sent his burly 6'2" frame bawling back home the first time he had tasted it. Now, without realizing it, he picked up his pace.

As usual, there was a line out the door and, as he slipped past, several grumbled under their breath.

He had barely missed colliding with an obviously furious man who had been leaving the mess hall and he found himself quickly stepping aside as a young lady awkwardly shuffled after him. As she passed however, he instinctively reached for the brim of the hat that normally plastered down his thick black hair. Fumbling as he belatedly realized he was on duty and Stetsons wern't a normal part of the uniform, he never the less mumbled a "'scuse me, ma'am". She neither heard nor saw him as she hurried on her way.

He shrugged lightly as he began shouldering his way through the crowd to the door of the kitchen. It only vaguely registered that, as he stepped into the cooking area, the room behind him grew hushed as if everyone was collectively holding their breath. The wonderous smells dulled his usually sharp senses however and, heedless of the dangers within, he ventured further into the room.

In the kitchen, he could find no trace of the cook. Sitting at a flour covered table, however, there were two small children. Girls by the looks of them both, though the older one was definitely not kin to the younger. The baby was strapped in a little seat and propped on top of the floured covered table. She had begun to whimper softly. The older girl had been busy making pastries of some sort and, at the baby's sounds, reached a flour and fur covered hand over to rub the baby's stomach. Devlin smiled softly and stepped further into the room.

His voice quiet, his smile widened as he sat on the other side of the baby from the older girl. "Well...hello there, little miss." The older girl's reaction surprised him. She seemed almost terrified when she had caught a glimpse of him.

Very slowly, he stood again, his movements similar to one who is trying to sooth a frightened animal. The baby continued to whimper and, in a manner he had seen his mother use frequently to calm fussy children, he took her foot and began rubbing it gently. His voice soft, he coo'd to the baby, making sure the older child knew he meant no harm.

"And hello to you, little miss. What beautiful eyes you have. I bet you and your sister here are the heartthrobs of the ship." He never had a chance to finish the one sided conversation. Suddenly, from behind him, a very loud screaming was heard that sent chills up his spine. "Getcher self offa my lambs!!!" He was about to turn at the sound when a small part of his back just above his kidneys flared with a pain he had not felt in over twenty years. His first instinct was that he had been shot, but common sense or memories told him that wasn't possible. The next thwack got him on the shoulder, lessening the pain in his back only slightly as the senses were redirected to the new location. "Out I say!"

He couldn't belive it. He was sure his ma was back to haunt, though this woman who was now forcefully inserting herself between him and the children looked nothing like her. The whirling terror before him was about a foot shorter and had the blackest eyes he had ever seen. She carried scars that, to him, only seemed to enhance not only her fierceness, but her beauty as well. It was probably the spoon she held threateningly that brought to mind his ma. He had felt the sting of that same spoon, or rather one very much like it, every time he was caught filching his ma's prize winning cookies.

He was drawn from his thoughts as another blow landed on his forearm. "Get out afore I call security!" He would have laughed at that if he hadn't been transformed into the guilty, blushing child of his past. The blush rose scarlet on his face at the child's embarrassment at being caught. He tried to tell her that he was security, but all he could do was stammer. The spoon whistled past his cheek as she pointed the way out. He winced in full expectation of the wood connecting with his shoulder, but it never came.

His blush rose even deeper as he quickly backed out of the kitchen, stammering his apologies. He didn't even notice the entire mess hall was completely silent. He never stopped long enough to even realize that it was still at full capacity. Nearly running, he beat a hasty retreat from the room and the deck, not stopping until he was safely back in his "closet" and in his seat in front of the monitor again. A few seconds later, Paul Carey poked his head through the door inquiring about lunch. "Get someone else to do it." was Devlin's only response. Paul didn't ask as he softly closed the door behind him, in search of another poor fool to face the wrath of the cook.

Story: Galley 2 - After the Fact Kieshon Lowdye posted June 07, 1998 03:54 PM

"Shit." Seldom did expletives pass from her lips, let alone, anything loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. As she watched Travers turn on his heel and storm out of the galley she felt as though everything had just backfired with a large blast of gun power, and that her face was now black, and her hair stuck up at all kinds of different angles. She did not miss the quiet anger that resonated in his steps as he disappeared from sight.

Without regard for whom the woman was or what her blatant disrespect could mean to her remaining on the Vextis, she turned, her shuffled steps toward the door of the Galley aggravating her to the point she knew that at this rate she would never catch up with him. She paused at the doorway, brilliant green eyes turning back to where Katrylle stood the mixture of expression to her face that of 'yeah, I'm a bitch' and laughter. The woman's back had been to Loltar, so she hadn't seen the expression that had been in his eyes. Again, under her breath, yet still loud enough to reach Katrylle's ear, she muttered "Shit" before turning back to the door, and stepping out into the corridor.

She didn't doubt that Loltar, having slipped -- of habit -- back into the name she thought of him by, had made for his quarters. Perhaps her slowed steps would be a blessing in disguise, and would give him the time needed to cool down. If not, she was willing to place her well being at stake to confront him. As she walked, she cursed herself for having even put herself into the situation that had caused this. She should have just stayed in her quarters, or at least not ventured beyond the bay where her Fighter was held.

Her thoughts ran in a merry circle themselves as she replayed what had happened. Just the expression on Loltar's face had told her that he thought sure he would have to spill everything, at least where it involved Kieshon, and the group. That had been the only reason she had said what she did. Hell, out here in deep space, she knew what was like for men... ok, alright, women too. Why the hell hadn't he just shrugged it off, and let it go. Yeah, he could have kicked her back side nine ways to Sunday after the fact, but all he'd had to do was just play along.

Possible realization stumbled her step, she quickly placed her hand to the wall of the corridor, beneath her palm she could feel the thrum of the massive ship. Maybe something had hit a bit too close to the core? Her eyebrows pulled together, tight enough so that they almost formed a single line above her eyes. No, that was rubbish, or the lingering of the childhood crush, which she was not sure. Why did the Captain have to push it so far, almost as if she fully intended to not just push but harshly punch Loltar's buttons.

With a partially frustrated growl she continued, soon reaching his quarters. Hesitantly she lifted her hand, passing it over the announce panel, but she didn't hear the familiar tone that indicated the doorway was opening. Definite proof that he was within, so instead she pressed the button that would activate the message comm. "Lol... umm Travers. I know your in there. Umm... I'm sorry for that back there. Umm... I didn't mean for it to go that far." Her voice dropped slightly so anyone passing wouldn't hear her words, but she knew the sensitive mic would, and that within Loltar's quarters it would be amplified to an audible level. "I was just trying to give you a means so you didn't have to bring up... umm... you know... the past. Umm."

With a heavy sigh she rest the flat of her palm to the door panel. "C'mon Loltar. Open up. I'm sorry. I didn't know she was gonna do that. Chief? You in there?"

Linton Travers posted June 07, 1998 04:24 PM

The door before her opened suddenly and, without warning, she was locked in his arms, his lips pressed against hers hotly. He could feel her struggle at first, probably from surprise and, maybe even fear.

He held her lips with his for a long time, the desire to punish her slipping quickly away as the kiss softened to one of passion and caring. He could feel her body responding to him and, in a flash of conscience, something that didn't happen very often, he reluctantly pulled away from her. Instinctively, he steadied her as she regained her equilibrium.

When he finally released her arms, she took a step backwards, her eyes wide with shock, her fingers lightly touching her own lips. Her skin had taken on the darkest shade of red he had ever seen on a woman and her hand was trembling. He couldn't help it, he wanted to take her into his arms again and soothe her. Instead, in a voice husky with desire, he said "Jux will be here in about an hour and a half."

He didn't move. He didn't turn from her. He didn't follow his heart's greatest wish and go to her. He simply stood and watched her, his own hands clutched in tight fists to keep them from shaking as badly as hers. Silently, he waited for her emotions to inform her mind of what just happened. Silently, he waited for the fury that was about to befall him.

Kieshon Lowdye posted June 07, 1998 05:11 PM

Before she could have reacted the whoosh of the door registered about five seconds after the awareness that Loltar held her firmly. His lips violated her's roughly, the growth of whiskers over his top lip, and beneath his bottom burned against her face. Warning claxons sounded in her mind, her hands coming up hard to his shoulders, trying to push him away as panic surged through her. Unbidden memories of another incident rushed her mind almost wiping her ability to think reasonably.

As Kieshon felt his kiss change, her own reaction changed as well. Instead of harsh, there was tenderness. Instead of violation, there was desire. Her hands didn't move from where they rest, but instead of pushing hard against them, her fingers curled over the ridge of his shoulders. What raced through her like an out of control forest fire wasn't the wishes of a childish crush, but the blatant desire of a woman. When he pulled away from her, his hands came from around her to rest at her arms, steadying her. It was a good thing, because even though her braces remained locked, she would have ended up on her back side in the middle of the corridor in a hearts beat.

When she drew a deep breath, he hesitantly withdrew his hands. Her foot slid backwards, twice, widening the gap between them. It seemed to come to a freeze frame as she couldn't find her voice, even as she felt numb fingertips against her lips. The shake that had found her hands, seemed to have now taken up residence in every fiber of her being. Only the loose fit of her flight suit partly camouflage how heavy her breath actually was. She barely registered his words on her brother arriving soon, only hearing the desire that deepened his words.

When they did register was as the color had finally begun to return to normal on her face. She nodded, but still couldn't find her voice, as her hand fell to her side weightlessly her lips parted but nothing more then a whisper of released breath passed them. Numbly she turned away from him, shuffled steps carrying her to the opposite side of the corridor, only once her hand made contact with the wall panel, again feeling the thrum of the Vextis beneath her palm did her voice choose to finally return. "Umm.. I better get down to the docking bay." She couldn't look at him, something akin to guilt having taken up residence within brilliant green eyes. "I umm... have to stop at the Slayer first before going, I'll umm... meet you there, Loltar."

She made her way down the corridor, only after having taken about a dozen steps realized she was going in the wrong direction. As she turned to move back in the direction she had originally come from she could tell that he still stood in the doorway of his quarters, but she still couldn't meet his eye. Instead she silently cursed her braces for slowing her down. Only once she rounded the corner, and was out of his sight did she stop, and lean against the wall, burying her face in both hands as a rush of shivers surged through her. She felt as though she was on the verge of hyper ventilating.

Kieshon remained there in the corridor for perhaps twenty minutes, further calming herself, and trying to grab back control of her rebellious emotions. Once she managed even a semblance of calm she made her way toward the Slayer. There she checked over the fighter with the skilled eye of a professional, using the time that remained before her brother arrived to hide any evidence of what had happened. Juxtor was too observant, and she didn't want anything showing on the surface that might cause static between her brother and Loltar. About fifteen minutes before the transport was to arrive she exited "The Green Eyed Lady", having run her fingers through her hair, unaware that it was oddly as effective as if she had taken the time to actually use a brush or comb.

As she entered the loading and unloading dock, she noticed that Loltar arriving at the same time from a separate entry area. He hadn't noticed her yet, as his eyes looked over the panels that announced what was arriving and what was departing. After taking a deep breath she slowly made her way toward him, unaware that some color lingered on her cheeks, to anyone that might have noticed it appeared as though she was actually just wearing makeup. She felt Loltar step up behind her, but neither said anything as they both held their eyes to the ramp that would soon extend indicating the transport had arrived.

Jaqi posted June 21, 1998 05:33 PM

Iffn this wasn't tha strangest day she's ever had. It started when she woke up in her bed fully dressed and with her hair still braided. She never goes ta bed with clothes on or her hair done up. To find Kat cooking her breakfast in the kitchen after already bathing and feeding Kaye was another surprise. Not as big a surprise as finding out why she couldn't remember a thing from the time she stood up to leave the bar with Kat and Ry last night to the time she woke up this morning was though.

Jaqi could count on one hand all the visitors she'd ever had in her new home prior to that morning. It was different having someone cook for her and she could hardly wait to taste what Kat had made when there was a knock at her door. Outside of it she found a man she had never seen before. He was very tall and called himself Slayne and wanted Kat. No sooner had she settled Kat and the stranger, turns out he was applying for a job, in the small kitchen in her quarters, than there was another knock at her door.

The new arrival was a woman with a clipped but at the same time soft way of talking. She was at least there to see Jaq, but seemed hesitant to come into her quarters. The woman, Lia, kept staring at the hairbrush Jaq held in her hand as if she expected Jaqi to hit her with it at any moment. Jaqi had almost gotten her into the room, she really wanted to shut the door before anyone else came in, when Ry strolled on in pushing Lia the rest of the way into the room in the process. After sticking her head out into the hall to make sure there were no others waiting in line Jaqi closed the door and set to talking to Lia.

"We were wondering were you were. There is no one in the Mess." Lia said.

Horrified, Jaqi got herself dressed, got Kaye and her tote bag and gave them both to Ry, and hustled everyone from her kitchen and out of her quarters on down to the Mess Hall.

Somehow it seemed everyone on the entire ship, except for the new guy, knew about Jaqi and her spoon. Kat was remedying the lapse in intel with the newcomer while Jaqi bustled around getting the chow up and serving her crew. Ry turned out to be a good assistant, something Jaqi didn't get a chance to tell him until later. He took real good care of Kaye for the seven minutes he was holding her, and later got breakfast steaks for Jaqi to cook.

So for awhile everything was normal. Kaye was napping in her crib in Jaqi's office in the mess. Kat was at the baking table talking and Jaqi was cooking. You'd think the day would stay normal. Uh uh.

The man from tha other day shows up and drops flowers on the cutting board near the entrance to the kitchen and bolts before saying a word. The tall guy at the table with Kat apparently got a job, but then couldn't answer a simple question about what he likes ta eat then Accused Jaqi of poisoning people with blowfish.

That mess got straightened out while she was rolling out the shells for the pastry pockets for the sight meal. Turns out there is a fish that can be poisonous and Slayne is gonna take Jaqi shopping for one then show her how to cook it. Kat told everyone that Jaqi would smack them with her rolling pin if they didn't behave in the kitchen. Kat should know that's what the wooden spoons are for. Ry filched some pastries off the trays as he was leaving. You'd think fifteen steaks of his own for breakfast woulda been enough.

Jaqi shook her head and took a final look around the kitchen. The meals for dinner were prepped and lunch was in the steamers ready to be served. A glance at her clock told her she had almost two hours before lunch was served. Gathering up Kaye she decided to return to her quarters and relax with her daughter. Maybe while Kaye was nursing she'd get that picture book she bought and pick out all the letters she knows. 