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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Dec 27, 2018 13:51:01 GMT -5
(( This is a thread for people traveling on the Mjolnir to either Magna Roma or Earth for the celebration of Janus event Targeting Thursday January 3rd at 8 Pm est start, I am going to use an npc hitching a ride to earth to get us started))
Ragnar Bjornsson walked through the citadel and approached the docking berth of the Mjolnir, the roboticist from his ship, Dr. Sara Asimova stood waiting for him looking over the ship that would take them to Earth. The battlecruiser suited him more than the Aventine class USS Caelian he served on. The USS Mjolnir was imposing, its cannons visible form the docking bay and its hull white against red and black markings. The Armor plating striking a much different appearance than most ships. Along her Secondary hull she had markings of the different enemies the federation had fought in the recent wars and a giant image of Jormungandr. Ragnar thought he would have to ask about that one. He approached the blonde woman, her hair was down and she was in a very attractive dress.
"Sara, it is good to see you. I had thought you would already be on board?" Ragnar was headed to iceland, his parents having recently moved their from Izar.
"Nyet, I do not like making introductions, not since, well you know. I thought your family was from Izar?" The belorussian woman's voice was accented, though warm to him in a way that two years ago it had not. The trauma she suffered on that mission had changed her.
"No they moved to Iceland during the Iconian war. Are you heading back to Daystrom?" Ragnar picked up her bag and begain moving into the ship.
"Da, I have a speech to give to the Soong foundation on transhumanism." She followed him.
The Pair walked in through the halls toward the guest quarters. Ragnar looked at the paintings of the planets on the walls. They were all really well done and the presence of runes made him feel as if the deck were bifrost. When they arrived at Doctor Asimova's quarters,Ragnar stopped and let her enter, carrying her bag inside then excusing himself with a smile. His own quarters were close by, after entering them he noticed a message waiting on the console.
"Honored guest, your presence is requested at evening meal tonight in the Mead Hall, Captain Marcus Maximus Aquila extends invitation. The Dress for the event is Off Duty Formal. During your stay the Deck 8 Holodecks have been made available for recreation, avoid restricted areas. " Lieutenant Sif.
Ragnar fell onto the bed. This would be a fun trip.
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Dec 27, 2018 14:03:05 GMT -5
Marcus Maximus Aquila sat in his ready room. He looked at a report recently declassified from Kirtas prime and smiled. His son had done well. A fact he knew would be true yet it still brought him great pride. He had his thoughts turn to Anne, Doctor Delancey. She had seem to grip his son's heart. He could understand why and if he were not bound by the honor of marriage. He banished the thought from him mind. He looked over at the gladius under his ceremonial armor. It's pair in Telemachus's possession. He then turned to his tablet and pushed play on the message he had seen every day since he recieved it. The visual turned on revealing a woman. His wife Julia. Her hair was up, braided in the current fashion. its blonde locks and blue eyes ever a reminder of her German heritage. Julia had been an arrangement for him we they were but sixteen and seventeen respectively. A joining of house Antonia again to House Julia. One done twice over when his wife's own cousin had married his brother Gaius. The message began.
"Odysseus, my love, I hope the day does greet you well. It brought great joy to heart to hear you and beloved son would be returning home during the Saturnalia to take part in the celebration of Janus. And that the light of Magna Roma would make her presence felt within our humble home. I have prepared the guest villa for her eventual arrival, and that of Telemachus's guest. Placing him there with your request. I have also seen to the transference of our southern Villa to Telemachus. A fact that did not bring joy to Sevella. Though I think I quite enjoyed her protesting. Do hurry home dear husband. You have been far to long from my arms."
The message ended and Marcus smiled. Soon my love. A chime at his ready room cut through the introspection.
"Come"
At his call his first officer came in, they had final preperations for departure to go over. John Kingman sat and pulled out at PADD.
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Post by Dr. Dahlia Anne Delancey on Dec 28, 2018 17:56:36 GMT -5
In her quarters, listening to a long album by Jethro Tull, Dahlia packs a bag for the crossing to Magna Roma, with a stopover to Earth on the return leg. She seems to be having a hard time deciding on what to take and leave behind, so she sits and starts putting together a small makeup and jewelry kit.Computer; Send a message to Lt Marcus Aquila. Computer; send the message. Computer; link with my wrist PADD, download classical and dance music selections, referencing my general taste profile. And also, download the music file I marked meditations. Dahlia puts together her bag as she thinks it will be needed. A traveling trunk with wheels identical to her trunks set, but a third the size. She puts in her personal sound enabled earrings, ensuring they are paired with her wrist PADD. She looks at the bag again and decides to add a medkit with a tricorder and dermal regenerator. She paces, collecting up several PADDs with research and literature. Dahli stares at the case, closes it and then attempts to lift it, barely able she sighs, and decides she cannot take anymore... and worries she has dreadfully overpacked, again.
Then she wonders out loud...I wonder if I should pack a phaser, or at least a knife.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Decia on Jan 1, 2019 4:10:34 GMT -5
As Decia quietly entered their assigned cabin she took a moment to look around. She had taken the time to change out of her armor and into a regular crisp starfleet duty uniform to report about the Mjolnir with Seb. She walked with her usual natural almost regal grace through the corridors nodding to any crew they passed along the way, offering her usual warm smile. Upon entering she looked about, adjusting her one bag she had slung over her shoulder, her shield and weapon still on her back...
She blinked a moment at the gift set within for her, and slowly approached it. Her emerald eyes swept over the lavish detail and obvious love put into its craftsmanship. She gently set down her bag, shield and weapon, as she looked over the ancient style armor. It was indeed a remarkable design and intricate working of such armor of old, right down to the colors of her family's old Patrician bloodline. She reached out lightly to touch it...
...She closed her eyes a moment and softly sighed.
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Jan 1, 2019 6:51:20 GMT -5
Telemachus entered Anne’s quarters. He adjusted the slung bag over his bad shoulder before setting it down inside the doorway. His eyes moved to find his lover. She was sitting at her desk in a blouse and skirt, her feet still bare. Telemachus looked to his right and saw the large luggage case. He sighed. “ I had thought you mind need help carrying wardrobe.”
Anne called back to him without looking, “It has wheels, I could sit on it and ride it like a cart if I wanted.” Telemachus turned to her raising his eyebrow. That would be quite a sight he mused to himself, his eyes imagining her riding behind him in a Triumph through the streets of Magna Roma. He responded.
“If you wish, My queen. I will wheel you through the Citadel as if returning Triumph.” His mind flashed to the night before, the way she moved and the way she fell so easily into his own ritual to Saturn. The holographic representation of Alexandria had been more than adequate for the task. He would have to thank Sara again, but do so in away to not break covenant of secrecy.
Anne’s voice broke his introspection, his eyes again upon her. Her blouse was not entirely fastened, teasing his mind to wander again. “I’m not quite ready to go. I haven’t fully decided on What to wear tonight.”
Telemachus moved toward her answering. “ Meal will be off duty formal, as is tradition. I am to wear ceremonial armor waiting for me on ship. Honored Father had it manufactured for our return. You can either match my dress or wear something else, you will stand the most beautiful either way. “ He looked at her smiling in adulation.
Anne looked to him. “ I read that, but formal attire is something I am not very good at, I mean if you are a black tie, I can wear a gown, but that’s not very good for dinner.” She continued as he watched her, her voice and inflection matching the way she spoke when worried about making an impression on others. “ They don’t make formal gowns that are very good for dinner. The corsets alone can make eating difficult, unless formal in your culture is different.”
Telemachus shifted his weight and crossed his arms, “ The dress purchased for you would stand fine, the color matches the red, gold and black of the armor. So would anything of a similar style.”
“That is not nearly long enough in my experience to count as formal. Formal gowns I’ve worn before hung to the floor. I had to where stilts to keep from having them drag.” Telemachus moved in closer to her as she spoke. “Now I’m glad I asked. I would have been dressed as a clown.”
He touched her cheek looking into her eyes and served reply, “ I doubt that.” He shook head and smiled. “ You did leave room in trunk for garments yet to be purchased.”
She smirked, "About half of the space, assuming I wear something home”
“That would be a sight, though it may prove to much for some desires.” Telemachus smiled at her, the thought of Anne parading around naked on his home world was humorous.
She continued ignoring his quip, “You know, men throw around the formal statement. You don't realize that formal can mean so many things. There is summer formal, winter formal, spring and fall formal, wedding formal, ball formal, military formal, and then there is special occasion like red carpet formal dresses..." Her words were begin to run similar to how she had behaved on first dinner with his father. Telemachus leaned in and kissed her forehead bringing them to a stop.
“You have trepidations?” his voice was concerned. It had only been a month in earnest. A very short courtship by human standards. Though by Patrician standards, this would have been more than a luxury afforded to him if this had been arranged.
“Of course I do,” she said through a renewed smile, shifting her legs into a crossed position and placing her hands on he knees. “Shouldn’t I?”
Telemachus shook his head, “ No. We have made offering to Saturn in proper form. No harm may befall us during the Saturnalia.” Telemachus’s mind drifted again to the Alexandrian villa of the night before.
“Is that what that was?” Her voice was questioning. Telemachus immediately though he may have made an error.
He responded slightly less confident in his voice, “ Yes you spoke the words, did you not?”
Anne sat with the hands still on her hips, “"You asked me to. It seemed important to you. sweetness... do you not think that if you wish to pay homage or give credence to a ritual, that you should inform someone that is your intention?" There was some annoyance in her voice. Telemachus looked at her to continue. "I honestly thought you were teaching me what I would need to do, as part of your rituals at home. I thought that is why we were on a holodeck."
Telemachus looked into her eyes speaking as though he were prostrating for forgiveness from offended goddess, “ Apologies, But once words are spoken. Ritual is made, that is why at least one other partook. I should have informed. It was the price for the program, but it served dual purpose.”
Anne looked at him, squinting slightly and her mouth curling at its corners, she closed her eyes a moment before sending return, “That was a nice surprise. To taste the flesh of a real woman upon my lips. I knew the moment I kissed her.” Telemachus smiled, his assumption had not proven to be incorrect. The reading of her eyes as she had gazed upon Eren yielding fruit of knowledge put to purpose.
“I had thought you would not protest.” His eyes glances to her neck and breast then back to her own.
"Honestly, I could see the appeal, to learn how you would use those programs. I assume she thinks of them as more than just photons?" Ever the scientist was his love. Even now she sought to analyze the situation from a research angle. Not unlike the research he had already assisted her with gladly. She was also likely correct.
“It likely stands as such,” he began. “ It may also have been longing desire for cherished touch. Despite her beauty she does not interact in that manner. I had only known of the temple setting when I approached to aquire program. She made true purpose known later.”
Anne touched his hand. "You would give your oaths and gifts to Saturn, but did you know this is also the time recognized as Tamesis, a time in which we give thanks to Isis for her gifts?" Of course, he had been negligent to her own beliefs. It was a wonder cross culture relationships worked at all. Keeping track of his own gods and goddesses enough of a task.
Continuing his gaze in her eyes, “ Do you wish to make offering before journey? Loose tongue and speak the ritual necessary.”
She placed a finger over his lips, "It is through the tears of Isis that we know her sorrow, and the power of rebirth, the cycle of life continues through the wellspring of her tears and is the source of fresh waters for the world. We do not perform a sexual ritual, at least not in the teaching given to me, but acknowledge her as the mother spirit, and the source of life where there is not, fertility, harmony, magic and growth."
Through her touch he responded, “ Instruct me on what I must do.”
She countered, “Nothing, I do not demand any sacrifice of you, it my own belief and heart that gives homage during this time of rebirth. Generally from the the first day of winter till the first day of the new year, I give a prayer and acknowledge her gifts and love for the world."
Telemachus nodded to her but pressed he would seek to make offering to avoid offending her goddess, “Still I would offer sacrifice. The gods of egypt still fall under the eagle of Rome, Instruct me in suitable prayer.
She did not relent, "It has been thousands of years since the people of Rome, in the name of the one god stamped out belief and ritual that would be an official prayer, a tradition of egypt which might hold some sacred power. Those who would give acknowledgement to Isis are now but few and do not fall into the trappings of organized religions, the sort which saw the near complete destruction to those who would know Isis." She rose and kissed him, "Know that while I knelt before you, and drank of the waters of woman, I gave my own thanks to the goddess from whom the waters come."
He response was low, as if only for her ears in a room where they stood alone, “ Then we are equally blessed by Father Saturn and Mother Isis, there surely stands nothing to fear.” He kissed her again, passionately. “Now should we be off, this talk of blessings and waters, gives desire reason to burn and I fear it may make us late to boarding.”
She stepped away from him towards two dresses holding them up, "If I need to be dressed formally for dinner, I should get dressed.. which.. then should I wear then tonight, the red dress you gave me, this white and gold, or this red which is longer?"
Marcus looked at the two dresses, both exquisite. He picked up the white and gold dress. “This should be saved for the Celebration of Janus. The red dress will be fine for tonight, for variety.”
“Alright then,” She spoke and removed the last fasteners of her blouse and removed her skirt, taunting him with her finger as she put on 10 cm heels that strapped to just below the knee. "Do me the favor of hitting the preserve seal on that garment bag and placing it into the case for me?" He did as she asked, his tunic growing slightly smaller at her teasing. His gaze turned back to watch her finish dressing. Placing her dress on, closing its side, retrieving an hand bag and then placing a crown of white lilies into her hair. She placed a pair of gold earings on her ears and several rings on her fingers. Clasping her wrist with a bracelet she pulled the necklace to her neck. “Could you help with this?”
Telemachus placed the necklace on her neck, then he leaned in and kissed her neck in a manner he knew would frustrate her in repayment for intent of spectacle.
She spoke, "I'm sure you have heard the biblical legend of the lilies of the valley? supposedly sprung up from Eve's tears as she left Eden. It is known it is not from tears of woman, but tears of Isis that such things grow."
Telemachus had heard this stories, spoken by Hebrew traders and also in stories adopted by the church of the son. He nodded in agreement and she continued. "Did you also know, that the sap from the plant is a wonderful natural emollient and burn cream?, Offering healing from her tears?"
“That I did not have knowledge of.” He answered.
She furthered her story, "Sadly, it is legend that this particular variety has not been able to grow in Egypt since the last of the pharaohs died and Rome despoiled the land. Ever since, this variety of lily shies away from the sun and heat of the deserts and tropical lands."
More differences between the Rome of her earth and his own. Though the church of the son’s current stance on acceptance could easily fall to such a destructive course if the heads of the church believed it the best course of action. “A fact that causes you sadness? If so I am glad that Rome is gone. The Rome you visit stands different.”
Her voice now carried a hint of sadness, "I know, the Egypt I would wish to know was gone thousands of years ago as well. Myth and legend is all there is now and graves."
He kissed her forehead making sure to avoid her sacred flower. “The truth of our nations is here, “ he touched her heart, “ Rome is in mine, your goddess yours.”
She changed tone again this one to amusement, "Oh honey, I'm not egyptian.. not even macedonian. I have a mixture of blood from a number of nations. I actually have more roman blood than I do egyptian."
Telemachus joined her laughter, “Point still remains. I am not fully Roman. Not like my father. My mother’s lineage long departed from the blood of Jupiter remaining only in name. Our beliefs also drive who we are.”
She spoke again, “Mine actually come... “ Stopping as she continued to put on her makeup. “I'll explain while we walk.”
Telemachus smiled, “ We will need to go to our assigned quarters on ship for me to dress once there. “
“Um, Telemachus, we are assigned single quarters?”
His eyes squinted, he wondered again if he had made an error. “Yes, diplomatic quarters are limited on Mjolnir. We have been given Ambassadorial Lodging, I had not thought it problem.”
She smiled, “ I suppose not. For a week at least it should not be any trouble.” He lifted the trunk of clothing off the ground to carry after retrieving his own belongings. It was heavy. Then he remembered had wheels and he engaged them.
The journey through the Pilgrim was brief. Interrupted only once by a conversation with Ensign Brak. During the conversation Telemachus had noticed that Anne had been reticent to engage the Ensign. The conversation had turned to the trade made with the ferengi for the tube grubs used to acquire information during the Kirtas mission.
After the ferengi was gone, Anne spoke. “"Could be worse, whatever you traded him for, he could have asked for Oohmox."
Telemachus laughed, “Threat was made that he would lose those ears. If fair bargain was not struck. You do not like ferengi do you?”
She shook her head, "Not particularly.. maybe it's my own failing.. I've not had enough dealing with many of the species of the federation and beyond. It's part of why I wanted to get back into space. I think it's the sharp teeth more than anything else. They always remind me of something that will bite me."
The continued their transition through the Pilgrims docking port, moving across the citadel and to the Mjolnir while conversing. “Instinct is hard to fight.” He affirmed her.
She continued, "I never met a ferengi until during the clean up after the battle in orbit of vulcan... little more than four years ago. My lawyer deals with them often, they seem to get their hands on things they have no business having or being able to get. It's amazing."
That was a term Telemachus was unfamiliar with, likely one heard at some point but his grasp of english failed him. “Lawyer?”
She explained, “Representative for the foundation that actually handles all of the assets of my family. I didn't want to be responsible for it all. So his firm handles acquisitions, trades, taxes and employee relations. Such that I don't have to."
Realization gripped him, “ I have understanding, we call them Advocates and Jurisconsults.”
“Yea, these guys are actually out of london. They call themselves Barristers, but I know the term as someone who works in the law, lawyer.”
The impressive silhouette of the Mjolnir greeted them through the massive viewport. They stopped to finish their current conversation with the battlecruiser as the backdrop to the conversation. Anne moved to a related subject but spoke with an elevated tempo, a tell Telemachus had learned was due to some anxiety.
"See, my family has a good deal of history, two different branches of it. One, the Badi, it's Romani Gypsy, not pure blood, they had men marry in from all over. including from old Spain, which was part of the Roman empire at a time..." He interjected her.
“Hispania, spoken often in the works of Caesar and Pompey Magnus.” She ignored his interjection and continued.
"One of those men that married in, actually stole a daughter from the tribe, and they settled in Lancey France, stayed for a generation then rejoined the tribe in ireland before moving to the americas. Cousins from Lancey actually got pretty rich and famous, built up quite a lot of assets, very rich, and somehow a cousin a couple hundred years ago ended up being the sole heir. When she passed, she left everything to cousins who had moved off world, gypsy style. After Vega was ... gone, the lawyers found me living in Philly, and informed me, I was the only remaining heir." Telemachus knew he would not remember all of that and the speed at which she delivered the information was not aiding in the task. He would likely have to ask again later.
“You fled there after the destruction of the Vega Colony?” he queried, to show his interest in what she spoke even if he had not been able to catch everything.
She answered, "Yeah. I was... I was on Risa celebrating graduation and being accepted to medical school, when the attack happened. When the federation helped me to resettle, records showed I had family history in Philadelphia, and I got an opportunity to go to medical school there."
Telemachus touched her cheek, releasing the handle of her luggage trunk. “ Then fate chose to spare you so that you could save others.” She pulled away from him.
“Yeah, Fate.” her tone was flat and followed it with a sigh, “ You coming?” He again gained the feeling he had spoke in error, retrieved her trunk and followed her into the ship.
Inside the ship Lieutenant Sif blinked into existence. “ Greetings lieutenant Sif.” Anne was first to speak.
The hologram of the warship returned her greeting and in a chipper northumbrian accent answered. “ Commander Delancey, it is good to see you again. “ The warship looked at Anne’s dress. “ Very pretty.“
Anne smiled, “An original out of spain four years ago, feel free to borrow the design sometime.”
Sif flashed a smile, “Perhaps. Marcus, your armor is in your quarters. I have seen them configured for your stay.” Her tone was slightly annoyed.
Telemachus nodded, “Gratitude Sif.”
“Is there an issue Sif? Anne’s voice housed concern.
The hologram paced breaking from her normal stance at attention and in a simulated exhale responded, “Yes, I have an extra 200 people on board. A delta unit hitching a ride coming off rotation and civilians return to Earth. I am a warship, not a cruise liner. If I am above capacity, I should be deploying a division. Starfleet needs to remove head from ass. To quote the Legatus.”
Telemachus watched his love and the ship interact. Anne responded, “ Ah, I understand. Well, if it helps, I think you are a fine warship. I'm only here because your honored Captain and family wishes, I wouldn't wish to be trouble.”
Sif smiled at Anne, “You are welcome, the infernal Cyberneticist is not.” Sif looked agitated for a moment. “ Speak of the devil, she comes.”
Anne returned with a mischievous grin, “ Maybe we can arrange a few combat drills to liven things up on the trip”
The hologram blinked out of existence returning the smile. Great, if the cyberneticist she spoke of is the one I believe, identity of fellow participant in offering to Saturn would soon be fully revealed. Telemachus braced for a potential confrontation.
The voice of Ragnar Bjornsson was heard first coming down the corridor, “ Look Sara, all I am saying is that we should go together, you know we are from the same ship.”
Anne seemed to catch his current discomfort.” What’s wrong Marcus?
Ragnar’s voice was met by the familiar sound of Sara Asimova, “ Nyet, I will not enter on your arm.”
Telemachus pinched between his eyes, “All will be revealed momentarily.” Anne moved to him and whispered. “I have ears too”
Ragnar pleaded, “Am I really that bad, look I am strong and handsome.” The norseman flexed as he walked, he was dressed in a brightly colored tunic and trousers with gold trim, he had a large wolf pelt draped around his neck. Sara was dressed in a fine dress that was tapered at the neckline and plunged deep toward her chest, it was black in color. As she passed Telemachus and Anne, she shared a wink.
The Belorussian retorted, “Ragnar I am not entering a room on the arm of a man wearing a wolf.”
Ragnar challenged in return, “You drive me crazy woman.”
Sara flashed a smile and eyes that could bring someone to their knees, “You do not know crazy. If you did, I would have you eating from palm of hand.” Her accent broke her english.
Without missing a beat the large Izarian norseman reposted, “ Perhaps it is I that would force you to eat from my hand. Did you think about that?
The cyberneticist smiled and delivered a fatal counter, “ You haven’t been able to yet!” As they passed by Telemachus and Anne not stopping in their walk to the primary Mess all.
Anne remarked on the couple, “Better a man wearing a wolf, than a wolf wearing a sheep. Nice dress.”
They moved through the ship and entered the quarters. The room was bathed in candlelight and had a large bed dominating it. The main wall was dominated by a mural painted by Sif. This one of the goddess freya on her chariot pulled by three cats. Behind her ran her battleswine. The room was carpeted and there was a full water path in the fresher. In the center of the open area there was the armor his father had prepared for him. Next to the armor was a gift box marked with “For Anne.”
She asked him looking around the room, “How much time do we have to get ready if others are already arriving.”
Telemachus looked to the armor, “ We have yet some time still. Dinner is not for another three hours, However there is a greeting hour beginning in thirty minutes, We would not be expected then.”
He felt the small pain of the clutch bag hitting his arm. “ You said, I thought we were going to be late. I would have just brought the dress. Jerk.” her smile betrayed her feigned anger.
Telemachus returned her grin, “You moved to put on the dress, who was I to argue with such a visage.”
Anne fired back, “ Well it’s your loss, I wanted to have sex before leaving my quarters.” She walked toward a mirror, taunting him with her hips.
“I believe in that we stand equally deprived.” He slipped his tunic off, standing naked in the mirror behind her flexing like a statue then turning to don the armor. He started by removing the under tunic from the rack and placing it on. Then he secured the cuirass and the arm cuff with the seal of the Hand of the Legatus on it. The armor was black, with silver and gold metal work. It was freshly crafted not replicated. In the center of the curious was the sigil of Magna Roma, his under tunic was the Red of his family. He placed his gladius on his side, the ornate scabbard matching the accents of the armor. He then retrieved the helmet. It was in the traditional style. A large red plume perpendicular to the shoulders. “This is optional, but I will wear it for the moment.” He affixed the helmet and stood behind Anne.
She warned, “ Going to muss your hair, but I suppose.” Her eyes and face seemed to show she was impressed by the artwork. “ That’s nice, But hone it won’t stop a phaser, be careful.”
He laughed, “Not much does, perhaps I should install a personal shield generator. You expect assassination attempt at dinner? ”
“Or put one on a belt, I’d feel better.” Telemachus moved to her to hand her the package marked for her. “ What is this?” Her make-up was now more elaborate, with some color variations, intended for medium light rooms. It was still mostly earth tones, intended to give her a look of not wearing makeup except for the lips and around the eyes where the motif of the cat eye is seen, with barest hint of blue and silver.
“I stand equal in anticipated surprise.” He watched her open the package.
“Well, I was worried it might be another piece of your ancestral jewelry, and as I said. No more.” she spoke while she carefully unwrapped the package. In it was a cuff for her arm, however it was not in any roman styling. It was in a Norse Germanic style, runic writing circled what appeared to be a pair of wings around the symbol for Yggdrasil. It was made out of gold and silver and also appeared to be hand forged like the metalwork on Telemachus’s armor.
That jewelry did not come from his father, “That did not come from myself or honored father.” Anne looked it over further.
"You see the tree of life symbol here? It's Norse, but it is common theme among religions... I have at least four tapestries and a dozen more art pieces with it depicted. This is lovely, and very much something in my style." She explained with excited inflection.
“Then you should wear it, to honor gracious host.” Telemachus spoke through the helmet. It was definitely from Sif. Perhaps more sign that something may be wrong with her attachment protocol.
Anne placed the cuff on her right arm, "Yes, of course. if nothing else, saves me from needing to get the asp out of my luggage."
Telemachus smiled at her, “If we wish to mingle we should go.”
Anne took his arm, “Well if we don’t they will just assume we stayed for a tumble.” he watched her look longingly back at the bed and then sighing she continued, “I suppose we should mingle.” They left the room for the main mess hall.
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Jan 2, 2019 16:02:08 GMT -5
Marcus Maximus pulled the cuirass over his tunic. The newly crafted armor was more art than functional. He felt the hand of his current companion pull the shoulder straps down assisting him. The assistance was unnecessary but welcomed. His mind drifted to the coming days. The dinner tonight would be calm, sublime compared to what awaited him at home. He thought of Julia greeting him with a kiss. It had been far to long since he had known the touch of her caress. His assistant moved in front of him.
"Marcus, does it fit correctly?" The voice of Sif brought him from his internal monologue and thoughts. He moved his shoulders, motion was unhindered. She had done a good job. With the construction.
"Gratitude Sif, it is perfect." She assisted him by putting on his bracers and then retrieved the gladius to place on his hip. Her hand lingered on his a moment before it retreated. "I trust Telemachus, Decia and Lucia all received armor as well?"
"Yes, and I made Anne a gift too." The hologram walked over and retrieved his helmet.
"You were not instructed to do so, but that might have been in error." He took the helmet and placed it on his head, allowing her to fasten it into place. After securing the helmet her hands fell to the chest of his armor.
"Perhaps, but I wanted to anyway." She removed her hands and stepped back. Then walked to the mirror. She flashed and changed to an elaborate suit of segmented plate in a more fantasy style. It was marked with runic writing. "Do you mind if I appear as this." Her hair was now braided in a long war-braid. Her face was also adorned in make-up. She placed a winged helmet on her head. Marcus Maximus looked over her, the armor contoured to her body and he felt himself have a small pang of guilt for allowing his eyes to linger.
"I think it fitting, a warship in armor." He moved toward the exit to his quarters. "Walk with me?"
She followed him into the hall and they walked toward the Mess.
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Post by Lt Commander Marcus Aquila on Jan 2, 2019 17:10:29 GMT -5
"Fine, be that way, see if I care." Ragnar followed her into the mess hall. Before entering the doors were not the standard Starfleet hatch. Instead they looked to be old wooden doors that appeared to open before the. However he did hear the sound of the normal door sliding to give entry. The woodwork carried with it the Berkano rune, Renewal. He entered the door. The main mess hall of the mjolnir was large. Inside the decoration reminded him of the tales from the Saga's. It could easily have been Folksvangr. The great hall of the Lady of the Slain. In the center of the Hall was a very long table easily capable of sitting one hundred. Several other tables were also near. They were on the interior of the ship so instead of a window looking out into space there was a giant mural of the ship itself. It was entwined in battle with Jormungandr over a depiction of Asgard. The ship had lightning around it. There was also a bar and area that looked to be cleared for dancing. There seemed to be service holograms moving around dressed as Valkyries. Several of the crew already seemed to be drinking from horns and other glasses. Ragnar followed Sara to the bar.
"Vodka tonic," Sara ordered her usual drink. Ragnar took a horned cup and filled it with mead, smiling at the hologram behind the bar. This was a fun ship.
"Fine, if you do not want to be with me tonight I will find someone else. But remember, eventually this chase will bore me." Ragnar left the doctor at the bar and moved toward an Orion in a very pretty gown who was conversing with an andorian in a red dress.
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