Hey all,
Right down to the good stuff.. I do not own Captain Amelia or Jim or any other Treasure Planet character I may refer to. They are Disney's and I respect that.
I do own.... Andrea, David, Mandy, Kep, Terry, Cadet Hurlt, Cadet Katherine Starth, Colonel Fredrick, and the cadets. Also Heather, Mary, Chad Chain, George and Chris. Lotsa fun.
On to the story...
Dinner Party Part Three....
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There was a long rosewood table in the room, covered in a white cloth with gold. Candles sat in silver holders in the center along with various food items. Each place was set with five forks three spoons and a knife. It was all a stunning silver, with a wine glass beside it. Andrea's lip curled in distaste. She didn't like fancy foods, they were gross and too expensive to her eyes.
Andrea sat beside her mother, while Jim took the other side of Amelia. Chad came and sat down beside her, much to her disgust. Amelia looked slightly interested that he had chosen to sit there.
"And you are?"
"Chad Avery Kyle Chain, son of Lieutenant Robert Chain."
"Yes, I flew with him. Decent soldier."
"He is rather good."
Amelia turned from the conversation as a man at the head of the long table reaised his arms for quiet. Really priding his father so much.. The boy has been told to do that.
"Thankyou all for being here. I won't waste time with words, enjoy the supper. Afterwards to the Hall, for tea and coffee."
"Not much a a speaker was he Andrea?" Amelia whispered.
"No, who was he?"
"Admiral Cangot. Quite famous throughout the galaxy Navy."
"Oh."
"Follow my lead for the utensils."
"You know which fork is which?" Everyone had began to pass food around but Andrea picked up a fork. "And this is?"
"Desert fork. Put it back. Salad is first."
Andrea placed it down.
"I know these utensils Andrea because I grew up using utensils like these for every meal. I had to know proper etiquette."
Andrea ndded and began to take food. Jim watched Amelia and so did Andrea. Amelia gavie him s surprised look. "You do know the forks and such?"
"No."
"I thought you knew them, oh well. Both of you, this fork." Amelia whispered.
Andrea picked at her salad, not very hungry. She wanted to have another round with Heather.
"That was an impressive battle." Chad said beside her.
"It was rather good. I'm surprised you didn't help her."
"No, she's someone I have to be nice to."
"I feel a speck of sympathy for you. Actually half a speck."
"Have you no respect? Haven't you been to dinners like these?"
"Never. I wasn't raised to be fancy or sit around sewing. I hate it all. Do you want to sit around the house all day doing absolutely nothing? I would die. I love the ship life."
"Well your mother is not a good example for you."
"Don't you dare say that, Chain."
"Or what? You'll throw me against the wall. I'll be more of a challenge, I'm sure."
Andrea studied him. His words weren't his own. Every word and quip had been taught to him.
"Have you ever spoken freely, Chain? I think not. Your words have been told to you. So be yourself. Stop insulting me because I know you don't like hurting people. Your eyes are giving you away. Want lessons on how to be a stone face?"
Chain stared at her. Andrea gave him a look back. She knew was she right, the way he stared at her. She held his gaze with a defiant look, he broke down.
"Yeah, you're right. I hate it."
"Be yourself. I believe your father and mother are somewhere down at that end of the table. So are you going to the Academy?"
"Most likely. Are you?"
"Yes, I believe so."
"So Amelia when did you hook up? Who? Where? And why didn't I have an invitation?"
Amelia's face is possible grew colder towards the tentacle covered captain. Captain Gert.
"Not to long ago. To whom I find that no reference. On Montresser. It was very small and had I invited you I would have this whole party there too."
"So the girl beside you, is your daughter?"
"Yes."
"Many were wondering if she was spitting image of you. But no one could fathom the great Captain Amelia married."
Amelia said nothing determiend to sit there and take hit after hit. She wouldn't leave. She was still the same cold faced captain. Just some exceptions were made.
A woman beside her spoke. "Is that why you denied the five year offer?"
"Yes." Amelia nodded.
"Many wondered why you turned it down. It was quite a deal and many Captains would have gone in a second."
Amelia did not need reminding of the job, she had to turn down. She had loved it, too. But her children came first. Amelia leaned back as he plate was taken away. Andrea and Jim followed in suit.
Jim wasn't enjoying himself. It was a huge gossip party and all about Amelia and Andrea. He served himself some odd looking casserole. Everyone had asked him what he knew. Jim had been silent knowing it would be better.
"So you're traveling with Captain Amelia?"
The man beside him questioned.
"Yes."
"So is it true. She has a daughter?"
"Yes she does. Andrea."
The man leaned back and smiled. "After her aunt that took her in, I suppose."
"Took Amelia in? What?" Jim was confused.
"What you don't know? I'll have to educate you. Captain Amelia Randon. Last of the Randons."
"Yes. I found her last name out a few days ago."
"Well, when she was around 3, I never remember."
"When she was three?"
"Don't you know? All species that are mixed with human and animal grow faster. I suppose her daughter is around three years now."
Jim wanted to slap his forehead. Of course! He knew how fast Amelia's children had grown.
"When she was three or an equivalant to about 15, 16, 17, for a human, her family was murdered."
Jim nodded. "I heard about this. I never knew she was the one. I never made the connection."
"Also though many don't know it a few hours before she came home to a burning house, her friends were killed by the same pirates."
"Thats horrible."
"Yes, well now she isn't the last of the Randons is she? Her daughter carries alot of weight on her shoulders. I wonder why she chose to give her that name. I suppose the husband's name wasn't good enough."
"So is everyone gossiping about all this then?"
The man nodded. Jim turned away slightly dusgusted. He never knew it was Amelia that lost her parents. But what surprised him most was that Amelia could be his age. Because she grew so fast she couldn't be that old. But according to the books at a certain they stop growing and just stay in that one spot. He dismissed the thought as amusing as it had been.
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And thats all for now.
Reviews please!
Till my chili becomes edible,
Elvenwolf
Right down to the good stuff.. I do not own Captain Amelia or Jim or any other Treasure Planet character I may refer to. They are Disney's and I respect that.
I do own.... Andrea, David, Mandy, Kep, Terry, Cadet Hurlt, Cadet Katherine Starth, Colonel Fredrick, and the cadets. Also Heather, Mary, Chad Chain, George and Chris. Lotsa fun.
On to the story...
Dinner Party Part Three....
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There was a long rosewood table in the room, covered in a white cloth with gold. Candles sat in silver holders in the center along with various food items. Each place was set with five forks three spoons and a knife. It was all a stunning silver, with a wine glass beside it. Andrea's lip curled in distaste. She didn't like fancy foods, they were gross and too expensive to her eyes.
Andrea sat beside her mother, while Jim took the other side of Amelia. Chad came and sat down beside her, much to her disgust. Amelia looked slightly interested that he had chosen to sit there.
"And you are?"
"Chad Avery Kyle Chain, son of Lieutenant Robert Chain."
"Yes, I flew with him. Decent soldier."
"He is rather good."
Amelia turned from the conversation as a man at the head of the long table reaised his arms for quiet. Really priding his father so much.. The boy has been told to do that.
"Thankyou all for being here. I won't waste time with words, enjoy the supper. Afterwards to the Hall, for tea and coffee."
"Not much a a speaker was he Andrea?" Amelia whispered.
"No, who was he?"
"Admiral Cangot. Quite famous throughout the galaxy Navy."
"Oh."
"Follow my lead for the utensils."
"You know which fork is which?" Everyone had began to pass food around but Andrea picked up a fork. "And this is?"
"Desert fork. Put it back. Salad is first."
Andrea placed it down.
"I know these utensils Andrea because I grew up using utensils like these for every meal. I had to know proper etiquette."
Andrea ndded and began to take food. Jim watched Amelia and so did Andrea. Amelia gavie him s surprised look. "You do know the forks and such?"
"No."
"I thought you knew them, oh well. Both of you, this fork." Amelia whispered.
Andrea picked at her salad, not very hungry. She wanted to have another round with Heather.
"That was an impressive battle." Chad said beside her.
"It was rather good. I'm surprised you didn't help her."
"No, she's someone I have to be nice to."
"I feel a speck of sympathy for you. Actually half a speck."
"Have you no respect? Haven't you been to dinners like these?"
"Never. I wasn't raised to be fancy or sit around sewing. I hate it all. Do you want to sit around the house all day doing absolutely nothing? I would die. I love the ship life."
"Well your mother is not a good example for you."
"Don't you dare say that, Chain."
"Or what? You'll throw me against the wall. I'll be more of a challenge, I'm sure."
Andrea studied him. His words weren't his own. Every word and quip had been taught to him.
"Have you ever spoken freely, Chain? I think not. Your words have been told to you. So be yourself. Stop insulting me because I know you don't like hurting people. Your eyes are giving you away. Want lessons on how to be a stone face?"
Chain stared at her. Andrea gave him a look back. She knew was she right, the way he stared at her. She held his gaze with a defiant look, he broke down.
"Yeah, you're right. I hate it."
"Be yourself. I believe your father and mother are somewhere down at that end of the table. So are you going to the Academy?"
"Most likely. Are you?"
"Yes, I believe so."
"So Amelia when did you hook up? Who? Where? And why didn't I have an invitation?"
Amelia's face is possible grew colder towards the tentacle covered captain. Captain Gert.
"Not to long ago. To whom I find that no reference. On Montresser. It was very small and had I invited you I would have this whole party there too."
"So the girl beside you, is your daughter?"
"Yes."
"Many were wondering if she was spitting image of you. But no one could fathom the great Captain Amelia married."
Amelia said nothing determiend to sit there and take hit after hit. She wouldn't leave. She was still the same cold faced captain. Just some exceptions were made.
A woman beside her spoke. "Is that why you denied the five year offer?"
"Yes." Amelia nodded.
"Many wondered why you turned it down. It was quite a deal and many Captains would have gone in a second."
Amelia did not need reminding of the job, she had to turn down. She had loved it, too. But her children came first. Amelia leaned back as he plate was taken away. Andrea and Jim followed in suit.
Jim wasn't enjoying himself. It was a huge gossip party and all about Amelia and Andrea. He served himself some odd looking casserole. Everyone had asked him what he knew. Jim had been silent knowing it would be better.
"So you're traveling with Captain Amelia?"
The man beside him questioned.
"Yes."
"So is it true. She has a daughter?"
"Yes she does. Andrea."
The man leaned back and smiled. "After her aunt that took her in, I suppose."
"Took Amelia in? What?" Jim was confused.
"What you don't know? I'll have to educate you. Captain Amelia Randon. Last of the Randons."
"Yes. I found her last name out a few days ago."
"Well, when she was around 3, I never remember."
"When she was three?"
"Don't you know? All species that are mixed with human and animal grow faster. I suppose her daughter is around three years now."
Jim wanted to slap his forehead. Of course! He knew how fast Amelia's children had grown.
"When she was three or an equivalant to about 15, 16, 17, for a human, her family was murdered."
Jim nodded. "I heard about this. I never knew she was the one. I never made the connection."
"Also though many don't know it a few hours before she came home to a burning house, her friends were killed by the same pirates."
"Thats horrible."
"Yes, well now she isn't the last of the Randons is she? Her daughter carries alot of weight on her shoulders. I wonder why she chose to give her that name. I suppose the husband's name wasn't good enough."
"So is everyone gossiping about all this then?"
The man nodded. Jim turned away slightly dusgusted. He never knew it was Amelia that lost her parents. But what surprised him most was that Amelia could be his age. Because she grew so fast she couldn't be that old. But according to the books at a certain they stop growing and just stay in that one spot. He dismissed the thought as amusing as it had been.
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And thats all for now.
Reviews please!
Till my chili becomes edible,
Elvenwolf