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Rain Drops Fallin' On My Head

Posted on Sat Jan 18th, 2020 @ 4:09am by Commodore Loatha Targaryen & President Gruzy of New Xindus

545 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Genesis
Location: Arboretum, Starfleet One
Timeline: 2430-01-05, 22:00

President Gruzy smiled as he wandered around the Arboretum Complex of Starfleet One. Even though this wasn't his first visit to the room he was still no less amazed by such a natural setting on a starship. It was grounding to be in such a personal, realistic place as he traveled through the stars headed toward an uncertain future.

Because it was uncertain. That was an understatement.

Even though he had been outwardly a cheerleader for the possibilities coming their way with the Dominion partnership he questioned the validity of what was being offered to them. The Dominion had kept to themselves for the longest time since the Dominion conflict except for a brief contact authorizing limited visits by Starfleet to explore the distant shores of the Gamma Quadrant and a brief period where they were under attack in the early 25th Century. That had been the extent of it. Now they wanted a full alliance? It was too good to be true.

He walked the path a second time when he was surprised to see someone else coming toward him. It took only a moment for him to recognize his old friend Fleet Admiral Lynz. She was dressed in casual attire, a tank-top shirt and black pants with a red stripe. As she grew nearer he smiled warmly, "Fancy meeting you here."

The Fleet Admiral slowed to a stop and returned the smile, "I could say the same. I usually come down here and run every night before bed."

"And escape your children," the Xindi mused.

"Well there is that too," Lynz answered. "They're home with William."

He nodded, "Indeed."

"Is there something wrong, Mister President?" Lynz asked as she walked instead of run alongside the President.

"Am I so transparent?" He commented as they started down the dirt path.

"I'm usually the only one here this time of night," she answered as they walked. "That coupled with our arrival at Gateway tomorrow, well..."

The President nodded, "No point in hiding it then. I'm concerned about our meeting with the Dominion tomorrow."

"I think we all are. The last time the Dominion came through the Wormhole with Weyoun in tow it almost destroyed us. Now he's back again. We'd be crazy not to be concerned," Lynz explained as they passed the laboratory portion of the room.

"I feel like I should be more hopeful, but even I think they're up to something. This is all Representative Caxl's fault. He's killed my optimism for this mission," he mused.

"I don't think that's entirely true. You're still optimistic for this mission, you're just being a bit more cautious than you're used to. Nonetheless, you know that we're all here and we'll handle anything that comes our way." Lynz looked at the chronometer on the wall, "But it's getting late and I think we all need to get a good night's sleep before tomorrow. Plus," Almost as if on cue the environmental system kicked in in the Arboretum and water started to fall from the ceiling, "we're running late."

Gruzy laughed as the synthetic rain fell on his head, "Looks that way. Until tomorrow, Admiral."

"Until tomorrow, Mister President. Pleasant dreams," she started to jog back toward the exit as the President headed in the opposite direction.

 

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