It couldn't hurt...

Posted on Tue Feb 1st, 2011 @ 5:32pm by Commander Raven Adams

435 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: On Typhon Station
Location: Various
Timeline: Current

ON

Raven felt awful for the rest of the afternoon after her disagreement with Skylar. It wasn't even an argument. More a cultural misunderstanding.

Raven had worked with Vulcans both in the Federation and in her previous life as a merchant trader. Once or twice she'd had Vulcan friends. But she had to admit she'd never really talked about a Vulcan's love life. Or anyone else's for that matter. Not that she'd had much opportunity herself. As a pilot she was more interested in staying alive. As a member of Starfleet she was either too weird or too inhibited. Until Ian. Then she was just too stupid.

Now, it appeared as if she once again put a foot wrong and made everything worse. And the worst thing about it was she didn't even know what she'd one. Except try and fail to understand what he meant. Even when she asked outright, she got a vague answer. Which, unfortunately, led to more misunderstandings. And now, she felt awful and didn't quite know what to do.

She thought about it for the rest of her shift, coming up with and discarding one idea after another. She should just go talk to him, but she needed to do a lot of research first so she didn't make yet another mistake and make things worse than they already were.

Finally, she had an idea. She went to the promenade and bought some supplies, then went to her quarters and began to work. It took her a while to
get everything just right. And she ended up using Edgar for part of it, which he found highly annoying.

But, in the end, she had a very good replica of a raven made out of fine Bajoran chocolate filled with a rich chocolate gateau. She carefully wrapped it in parchment paper and placed it in a small box.

"Computer, where is Commander Skylar?"

"Commander Skylar is in main engineering."

"Good. That should give me plenty of time," she told the computer, knowing it wouldn't know how to respond. She quickly made her way to his quarters and used her pass code to enter and leave the box on the table where he would see it when he got back that night.

He should be able to figure out whom it came from. She hoped he'd see it as a peace offering. If not, well, at least she'd tried.

She made sure the coast was clear before slipping out of his room and going back to her own. She just hoped he'd understand.

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Commander Raven Adams
Chief Intelligence Officer
Starbase Typhon

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