Kim Cambron
Careen
04/19/04 Per.1
Composition 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, did borrow a ½ from Voyager...hope you
enjoy and the guy readers can stand this....
From A Shuttlepod's Back Door
Captain Archer stepped out from the back open hatch of the shuttlecraft. It was a new style of door Trip had insisted be used on their experimental Alpha Flyer. It surely had something to do with movie night, which had been a popular 1980's flick, that had been turned into a series...something about going back and forth in a time machine...mused Archer. Well, Trip had been all enthused, muttering all during their evening meal about "Dolorians" and how cooingly sleek they were.
The breeze graced Archer's forehead, and he smelled a sweet, aroma that smelled like apple pie. He walked a couple of yards and found a patch of rainbow-colored flowers were where the scent was coming from. He just stopped himself from gathering a bunch in his hand for Hoshi, T'Pol, or both. He remembered the new regulations that he himself had proposed to Starfleet, concerning interfering with a planet's natural habitat. Or it's people's culture. They were now golden rules set in steel.
The captain wasn't dismayed for long because a flock of lite green and lemon-meringue tinted bunnies hopped past him. Immediately, his beagle, Porthos, jumped up from his nap at the back bed of the craft. He darted in and out of the startled flock. The rabbits almost seemed to giggle at the earth dog, and several in fact, hopped up to him and gave him "kisses" on his nose and ears! Captain Archer laughed and dug some treats out of his pocket and feed both species of critters. The snack went over very well and some of the bunnies wound themselves against his legs like cherished Siamese cats. There was no way he could bring any of his female crew down here to this field; they'd be stuffing bunnies down their shirts, pushing the guys into the bushes, and taking off in the shuttlepod to have Tea Parties with their new pets on board the ship! After dressing them in their old doll clothes that it seemed a lot had brought with them! (At least they had left the majority of them back in their mother's attics back on earth. He knew this because of the conversations he had heard in the Mess Hall on Thursday nights-Gal-Pal Night. Those stories alone had him wondering if the idea of marriage had died completely with this female crew!)
After petting a few of the bunnies, Jonathan wondered over to a large, cream-colored tree. Sitting under it, he could feel the leaves under him, and scooped up a couple in his hand. He put them in his lap, took his sketchbook out of his nap sack, and copied down their likeness with some multi-colored pencils. (Trip had given these for his birthday and insisted that they show each other work every Wednesday night over dinner, to see who could impress T'Pol more that humans weren't unimaginable creatures.)
The grass was damp under him but he didn't mind. He was busy enjoying himself, with the spicy, cinnamon scent the bark of the tree wafted around him. Jonathan looked near the back step of the open hatch and noticed that Porthos and his little playmates had all cuddled around each other for an afternoon nap.
Slowly, the Captain got up and headed back toward the shuttle, stepped over the furry mound, and radioed the bridge that he wasn't going to be back for a couple more hours. They were an adept group of officers, and surely they could handle the duties of a starship without him, just a little longer...
From A Shuttlepod's Back Door
Captain Archer stepped out from the back open hatch of the shuttlecraft. It was a new style of door Trip had insisted be used on their experimental Alpha Flyer. It surely had something to do with movie night, which had been a popular 1980's flick, that had been turned into a series...something about going back and forth in a time machine...mused Archer. Well, Trip had been all enthused, muttering all during their evening meal about "Dolorians" and how cooingly sleek they were.
The breeze graced Archer's forehead, and he smelled a sweet, aroma that smelled like apple pie. He walked a couple of yards and found a patch of rainbow-colored flowers were where the scent was coming from. He just stopped himself from gathering a bunch in his hand for Hoshi, T'Pol, or both. He remembered the new regulations that he himself had proposed to Starfleet, concerning interfering with a planet's natural habitat. Or it's people's culture. They were now golden rules set in steel.
The captain wasn't dismayed for long because a flock of lite green and lemon-meringue tinted bunnies hopped past him. Immediately, his beagle, Porthos, jumped up from his nap at the back bed of the craft. He darted in and out of the startled flock. The rabbits almost seemed to giggle at the earth dog, and several in fact, hopped up to him and gave him "kisses" on his nose and ears! Captain Archer laughed and dug some treats out of his pocket and feed both species of critters. The snack went over very well and some of the bunnies wound themselves against his legs like cherished Siamese cats. There was no way he could bring any of his female crew down here to this field; they'd be stuffing bunnies down their shirts, pushing the guys into the bushes, and taking off in the shuttlepod to have Tea Parties with their new pets on board the ship! After dressing them in their old doll clothes that it seemed a lot had brought with them! (At least they had left the majority of them back in their mother's attics back on earth. He knew this because of the conversations he had heard in the Mess Hall on Thursday nights-Gal-Pal Night. Those stories alone had him wondering if the idea of marriage had died completely with this female crew!)
After petting a few of the bunnies, Jonathan wondered over to a large, cream-colored tree. Sitting under it, he could feel the leaves under him, and scooped up a couple in his hand. He put them in his lap, took his sketchbook out of his nap sack, and copied down their likeness with some multi-colored pencils. (Trip had given these for his birthday and insisted that they show each other work every Wednesday night over dinner, to see who could impress T'Pol more that humans weren't unimaginable creatures.)
The grass was damp under him but he didn't mind. He was busy enjoying himself, with the spicy, cinnamon scent the bark of the tree wafted around him. Jonathan looked near the back step of the open hatch and noticed that Porthos and his little playmates had all cuddled around each other for an afternoon nap.
Slowly, the Captain got up and headed back toward the shuttle, stepped over the furry mound, and radioed the bridge that he wasn't going to be back for a couple more hours. They were an adept group of officers, and surely they could handle the duties of a starship without him, just a little longer...