03-08-2011, 08:41 PM
STARBASE THRINACIA
Main Gallery
1909 hours
As Des was listening to the Admiral, Des couldn't help but feel a part of a really big family. There were many people in the Main Gallery, all wearing their "occasion uniforms". The uniforms in most part were bright white with golden linings. Whatever the occasion this was, it was obviously something very big, especially since the NEW cadets were invited. But still, deep inside, Des still had that longing for his x fiancée. The hurt and pain was still in his heart and it was difficult, even for an experienced councilor, to control. As the Admiral was talking, the memories of Des's x fiancée were haunting him deeply in his heart. But Des knew this was something really important for him to deal with. Starfleet didn't need someone with such a heavy heart. Especially someone who's aspirations involved having a command of his own.
As the Admiral invited everyone to find their seats, Des already knew exactly where his was. He couldn't explain to himself how he knew, he just did. He found himself sitting between Bjorn and William, the utencils with a beautiful silver set with Starfleet insignia engraved in the handles. There were crystal glasses of wine and Des even notice Romulan Ale in some of the commanding officers glasses. Isn't Romulan Ale illegal?
Des was very quite and was just enjoying his drink the sound of everyone around him. Although he saw them as his future family and friends, he still felt very alone. More alone than he had ever felt. But deep down inside there was a small spark of happiness trying to break free. With everything Des had gone through, he definitely deserved to be happy.
Des had already seen a couple of female officers he found to be attractive, but they were all well established officers. It was as if they were wearing a sign that says: DON'T TOUCH!!!
Not that he ever would, he guessed the reason for him noticing them was the simple fact that he was a normal human male. He still wanted to beat himself up for even thinking along those lines though. After all, he couldn't stop thinking of his x fiancée, Rachel.
Des was also VERY tired. He hadn't slept much since Rachel left him. Not having her by his side at night was like having half his body cut off. Des was even considering setting up some kind of holographic program to simulate Rachel. But that would be wrong. He must just accept what has happened and move on. Starfleet was the best way to do it. Des wished that, for a change, someone would council him. All throughout Des's life, he had helped others and counselled others, but he NEVER had anyone he could speak to. And often people would point fingers at him and tell him that he must "practice what he preaches".
Des was still very thirsty, but he was unsure of when he would be able to get another drink. He guessed that it would be soon since he could smell the aroma of gourmet food.
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Main Gallery
1909 hours
As Des was listening to the Admiral, Des couldn't help but feel a part of a really big family. There were many people in the Main Gallery, all wearing their "occasion uniforms". The uniforms in most part were bright white with golden linings. Whatever the occasion this was, it was obviously something very big, especially since the NEW cadets were invited. But still, deep inside, Des still had that longing for his x fiancée. The hurt and pain was still in his heart and it was difficult, even for an experienced councilor, to control. As the Admiral was talking, the memories of Des's x fiancée were haunting him deeply in his heart. But Des knew this was something really important for him to deal with. Starfleet didn't need someone with such a heavy heart. Especially someone who's aspirations involved having a command of his own.
As the Admiral invited everyone to find their seats, Des already knew exactly where his was. He couldn't explain to himself how he knew, he just did. He found himself sitting between Bjorn and William, the utencils with a beautiful silver set with Starfleet insignia engraved in the handles. There were crystal glasses of wine and Des even notice Romulan Ale in some of the commanding officers glasses. Isn't Romulan Ale illegal?
Des was very quite and was just enjoying his drink the sound of everyone around him. Although he saw them as his future family and friends, he still felt very alone. More alone than he had ever felt. But deep down inside there was a small spark of happiness trying to break free. With everything Des had gone through, he definitely deserved to be happy.
Des had already seen a couple of female officers he found to be attractive, but they were all well established officers. It was as if they were wearing a sign that says: DON'T TOUCH!!!
Not that he ever would, he guessed the reason for him noticing them was the simple fact that he was a normal human male. He still wanted to beat himself up for even thinking along those lines though. After all, he couldn't stop thinking of his x fiancée, Rachel.
Des was also VERY tired. He hadn't slept much since Rachel left him. Not having her by his side at night was like having half his body cut off. Des was even considering setting up some kind of holographic program to simulate Rachel. But that would be wrong. He must just accept what has happened and move on. Starfleet was the best way to do it. Des wished that, for a change, someone would council him. All throughout Des's life, he had helped others and counselled others, but he NEVER had anyone he could speak to. And often people would point fingers at him and tell him that he must "practice what he preaches".
Des was still very thirsty, but he was unsure of when he would be able to get another drink. He guessed that it would be soon since he could smell the aroma of gourmet food.
TAG: ANYONE