From: Nai Lara (nai_lara_at_internode.on.net)
Date: Sat Apr 26 2008 - 23:54:54 PDT
=/\= "New Beginnings" Location: GS2 - Promenade Scene: Walkway -> Cafe Stardate: 2.80425.0753 Teneill took a deep breath as she moved through the crowds of the promenade. She needed to get out and think, and melting into the crowd was the ideal way of doing it. The tension on Gateway was still quite high, a remnant of the curfew and sabotage attempts. The crowds weren't as numerous as she had expected, and those who were there, spoke softly and carefully. Paranoia was alive and well. Danara found a small café and settled down at a table, cup of steaming java in her hand. She watched the going ons, and slowly the picture clarified in her mind. There were reporters crawling everywhere. The woman slunk back into her chair, praying that they wouldn't recognize her. They were canvassing for public sentiment about the Dominion War, and trying to piece together Davidson's last couple of months. Although that sorrid little story was apparently made even more newsworthy by the inclusion of a Doctor Cade Foster, apparently the good doctor had been thrown unceremoniously in the brig. The news hounds were lapping up all of the gossip and rumors floating around, feeding it with their own leading questions. Danara shook her head and buried her attention into her java. Her head was throbbing, and she just wanted some solace and peace for a few minutes. Her gaze focused on the swirled cream pattern over the chocolate, and she sat there lost in thought for a while. "Can I sit here?" Concentration shattered by the question, her head whipped up before she relaxed again. "Holy....!" Jax swore softly as he sat down across from her. Teneill's mouth twisted into a wry grin. "Good plastic surgeon." She didn't think he would quite believe the truth. "Retirement present?" Jax asked with a faint chuckle. "Something like that." He smiled, folding his arms across his chest. The smile didn't translate to his eyes, they were looking at her coolly. "What are you doing here?" He asked, a probing question under the guise of simply curiosity. "I would have thought you would have been kicking around Ireland, enjoying the sights." Teneill picked up the spoon and stirred her java. "Come on Jax, I taught you better then that. Besides, I'm not wanted anywhere near the Federation." She chided him softly, taking another sip, stalling for time so she could study his reaction. "You really going to go with him?" Jax sighed. She glanced at the agent, licking her lips. "No one else is standing up for me. I've been ostracized and outcast. So don't judge me Jax." The cup was set down onto the table a little harder then normal. She wanted to tell Jax that she was still one of the good guys, but she couldn't. She would have to deal with the general animosity. "You do that, you become one of them." Jax replied gravely. "I know that, at least I'll know where I stand. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to pack." Danara's chair scrapped back along the floor as she rose to her feet. "Teneill." Jax matched her and stepped in front of her path. She sidestepped him. "Good luck Jax." =/\= Scene: Private docking bay =/\= Joran Ming turned around as Teneill entered the docking bay. "You made it." He looked faintly amused by her presence. He was standing by his small shuttle, obviously having been working on some of the internal mechanisms of the shuttle. He turned back to close the access panel and lock it in place. "You expected otherwise?" Danara demanded, folding her arms across her chest as she watched him finish working and pack up a small kit of tools. "Perhaps in part." Ming admitted with a smile and gestured for her to walk up the short ramp. "Please." He followed her up and showed her where she could stow her gear for the seven hour flight. She sat down in the co-pilots seat as Joran wordlessly began to power-up the shuttle. Within moments they would be leaving Gateway Station. Joran returning home with his prize, and she leaving behind the life she knew to start another. A time for new beginnings. From HyperNews_at_youth.net
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