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This is the 13th installment of the SID series. If you enjoy or have been enjoying the adventures of the team, try out Vignettes featuring Ro Laren which showcases the early adventures of the ex-Maquis members of the crew. The series is available on FanFiction as well.

Prologue

Macen fidgeted and glanced about the room. The entire crew of the Obsidian was gathered in the small chapel Daggit and Parva had selected for their wedding site. In the front row sat Tom Riker and Lisea Danan bedecked in formal attire. Next to them sat Joachim Dracas. Dracas was resplendent in his dress Star Legions armour and uniform. Kort uncharacteristically wore a dark suit.

Standing before Macen to either side were T'Kir and Hannah Grace. T'Kir wore an ivory scoop necked bias cut dress. Her raven hair cascaded down her shoulders and her sapphire eyes were bright and eager with anticipation. Grace wore a cream V-necked surplice dress. Her blonde hair was worn up, fastened with a diamond comb.

Macen was unexpectedly nervous. He'd never officiated a wedding before and he didn't want to destroy the beginning of the nuptials. He noted that Amanda Drake sat in the back of the room. She wore her Starfleet dress whites. The Admiral seemed amused by Macen's discomfort.

Daggit appeared. He wore a traditional Angosian wedding ensemble. He wore an olive tunic with a loose fitting black vest and brown trousers. Macen squared his shoulders and committed himself to the ceremony at that moment. All doubts were gone. He would complete the mission or die trying.

Daggit came up beside Grace. Daggit's preferred choice for attendant would have been Hal Dracas. Unfortunately, to everyone's sorrow, Hal was dead. Grace was Daggit's closest surviving friend so she earned the honour of standing beside him during this auspicious occasion.

T'Kir was Parva's Matron of Honour. They'd never been close until recently. T'Kir had telepathically plumbed the depths of Parva's soul in an effort to help restore her memory. That had forged an unbreakable bond between them.

The music started and everyone rose. Parva appeared at the back of the chapel. She wore a black dropwaist tank dress. She radiated joy. Macen couldn't recall ever seeing her look so happy or so beautiful.

Daggit was swept away by the moment. The hard bitten ex-soldier had tears in his eyes. He unashamedly wiped them away and returned his gaze to Parva.

Parva began her procession in time to the cadence of the music. Drake seemed somewhat startled. Prepared to be slightly nauseated by Orion pheromones, the Admiral was surprised to find that she was unaffected. Little did she realise that Daveed B'nner had always removed the glands that produced the infamous secretions. In that way, he remained dominant in the face of Orion feminine wiles.

Parva reached the podium and stopped. She reached out and Daggit took her hand. They faced Macen and waited patiently.

Here goes everything. Macen thought before beginning, "Today we are gathered together to witness a blessed event. There is no greater joy than uniting two people in the bonds of matrimony and ship captains have shared this august privilege since time immemorial. Rab Daggit and Parva seek to solidify their already strong relationship through the exchange of vows to keep themselves faithful and true to one another."

"They have already made this commitment in their hearts but today they would like to share their love with each of you. They have not entered into this decision lightly. They have faced trials and even death together. They know the road they are taking is one full of struggle yet is also one with the deepest rewards."

"These two people have fortitude and resolve. Two characteristics that are vital to make a marriage succeed. They also have an undying tenderness for one another. This will grace their happy days and ease the burden of their sorrows."

"Today we mark the end of their individual lives and witness the birth of a new union. They will become parts of a greater whole merging their strengths and weaknesses in an effort to find a stronger balance and a greater good than they could find apart. This is their goal and will, the Fates providing, be their achievement."

"Now we come to the exchanging of the vows. This will mark the formalisation of their love for one another and clarify to all what their true intention is." Macen turned to Daggit, "Rab Daggit, do you pledge to put Parva above all of your needs, to seek the common good, to stay faithful to her no matter the circumstance, and to above all else, love her as the unique and cherished individual that she is?"

Daggit never hesitated, "I do."

Macen faced Parva and smiled, "Parva, do you pledge yourself, wholly and unconditionally to Rab, looking after his needs, committing yourself to the ideal of two becoming one, and respecting Rab throughout the various tribulations that will arise?"

Parva was quite solemn as she answered, "I do."

Parva lit into a radiant smile that melted Macen's heart. It took him a moment to compose himself, "Then by the power granted me by the Federation Privateer's Commission and by the Prime Minister of Barrinor, I pronounce you man and wife."

Without prompting the couple locked themselves in a passionate embrace and a lingering kiss. The crowd rose to their feet and roared with approval. Daggit led Parva to the rear of the chapel and the line of well wishers formed up.

T'Kir sidled up to Macen, "Well, so far their day is going smoother than ours was."

"Ours was fine until this part." Macen grinned ruefully, "There's still the rest of the day and the honeymoon."

"Our honeymoon was sweet." T'Kir protested.

"Yup." Macen agreed, "I enjoyed every moment of it up until we were captured by mercenaries."

"Sure," T'Kir pouted, "focus on the bad stuff."

Macen's eyes met hers, "I'd do it all over again if it meant that we could be together."

"Now you're talkin'." T'Kir lit up.

"C'mon," Macen took her hand in his, "let's say congrats to the newly minted couple."

"You're on." T'Kir happily followed him.

The reception went on for several hours. There was singing, laughter and dancing. The affair was catered by one of Barrinor's most famous chefs. The Obsidian's chef swapped recipes with him. In the end, Daggit and Parva were escorted back to their flat. The couple disappeared with a final wave. The cheering crowd dispersed and went on to various private celebrations. Daggit and Parva departed the next day for Risa…to much fanfare and celebrating.