Where Everyone Knows Your Name

[Commander Arthur Ashbury]

"Sorry," said Arthur, unaware that he had offended again. I don't know what she's fussing about... and why.

The food arrived and it looked delicious. The fish had quite a peculiar taste, but Arthur thought that was to be expected, as the fish had been an alien lifeform before Cadfael had expertly prepared it into a traditional fish and chips dish in the British style. Over dinner, he spoke with Celestia about all sorts of things: his passion for sailing, his passion for exploring and his great excitement about the mission.

He never noticed Jethro and Cadfael over at the bar having a look at him, and how fast the time went. He bid farewell to Celeste and went to his quarters to prepare for next day's diplomatic conference. "See you tomorrow," he said warmly. "In dress uniform. We'd better dress to the occasion."

End Arthur - Next day

[Lt. Cmdr. Celestia Milos]

"No need for sorrys."

Over dinner, which went pretty well, or so she thought; Celestia mostly listened, though she did converse as well. Personally she could listen to Arthur talk about, well anything, and never find it boring...or stupid. The food was, well, alright, she hadn't eaten much of it. Not because it was distasteful, though it was different. More so because she was not as interested in the food as she was the person across from her.

Time seemed to pass rather quickly. The next thing ya knew they were parting ways.

"See you tomorrow," "In dress uniform. We'd better dress to the occasion."

"Aye, sir." Celestia replied with the same tone and a smile. She waved bye to Arthur, waited a bit then got up. As she passed the bar she stopped and looked at Jethro and Cadfael. "Perhaps next time you'd like to bug the table? That way you can have a front row seat without actually having to glance in our direction?" Celestia smiled at the two, then bid farewell as she walked out.

End Celestia

[Gideon Jethro Woods]

"Perhaps next time you'd like to bug the table? That way you can have a front row seat without actually having to glance in our direction?"

Jethro looked at Cadfael as he finished his drink and spoke.

"I wonder what makes her think I haven't bugged everything already?"

He said half jokingly and half out of the fact that he was now contemplating how long it would take him to bug every room on the station. He had already thought about bugging the briefing and conference rooms, as well as the security office, brigs and armory. On his last post as Intel Officer he had also bugged the officers mess, main dining hall, captain's study and the ready room. There were not many conversations he was not privy to.

"Well..." He said setting the now empty glass down on the counter.

"...I'm off to finish unpacking and locate a dress uniform, just in case the Commander decides to make the meeting tomorrow for all senior officers..."

With that he bowed his head slightly to Cadfael, thanked him for the drink and told him he'd be back again, then headed out the door...



END-Jethro: move to quarters, then next day...