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We got talking first it was the my Phaser and yes it was modified to include a small tricorder link attachment to the jackets bracelet’s tricorder in which is now powering up my communicator.. Hence that’s what mom was asking “noticing that there’s something missing on your jacket earlier..? “  Having my fingers caressing the jacket where the communicator was..  Then tell her “it’s in the Jacket’s communicator tricorder placement…  Recharging… “Looking at it with a Holo Red charging light slowly charging to the green glow… on the bracelet selves displaying the charge…

has Karen finished up preparing the cups of various coffees, pouring it in the white porcelain cups with the frothy hot steam vaporizing out from the steamer, cleaning the nozzle clean with a day’s worn work wet towel and place the cups on the tray.. Looking over head displaying an experience Barista skillset looks she knows more tricks than me orthough I could be out practice after having replicated espressos  from the replicator from my office so many times.. Seeing whip up those cups, with equal balance of that milky foam on top in making sure that it maximize the flavor of the coffee.. Looking how she’s string the spoon, moderately the flow of the milky foam as It gently foams only just on top of the cup…..

Had in the past she could be competition, looking at her skillsets, her methods totally unmatched.. As Karen begins finishing up.. Wiping away the residue foam, she got some dozen more of a selection of today’s kitchen made brownies and biscuits from the glass counter, then closing the glass cabinet,  moving  the cookies a side on to the large coffee tray.. then she started closing the till down for the night..  As the tills glow of the panel’s dimming out…

 

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Then I saw my parents cleaning up the kitchen… dropping everything onto the table, Then I ran into the Kitchen… giving the biggest childlike hugs ever… Those hugs ever like haven’t seen them least than a Decade… working workaholic like mad… “Miss you guys. Seriously” hugging my folks so hard…  “You know you’re always welcome… “Feeling my warm tear hearing that rolling down my cheek… “What time did you got back into town..?” my parents asked… replying back with wiping my tears with a nearby napkin that I’ve found…” about nine…”  The napkin soaking the tears “- got back from a very long scenic shuttle flight around the planet from Paris… “Holding back the tears, with a sigh that expressively saying home, I’m home… shore leave just kicked me… And letting go of work… for a while…Father wonder if this is a short stay here….” So are you’re on an assignment later on…? Then I told him “I’m definitely on Shore leave…  “Mom Concernly asked if something happen while at work.. Then gave another hug again. “Did something happen at work or, something…”  I replied “nothing bad happen… I just needed a break from work… besides they own it to me… also I was told to have one.. “Grabbing another Napkin… Wiping the remaining tears…

 

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Opening that door then closing it behind with small ding of a bell… it rang for a while till it fade as I closed the white wooden doors with a glint of rusty teal showing through the paint work of the wooden frame…. walking in.. The door closing behind me…  Looking around, seeing the 1950’s diner décor around…  with the still ruby candy leather chairs, with chromed rim tables… as I remembered from the last time I was here, leaving for Starfleet Academy in San Francisco… then looking at the classic 1960’s Coca Cola posters that adored the white Diner walls … making my way to the counter looking at this new receptionist that I haven’t seen before.. Then looking at that counter where the Holo Till is as she processes the day’s daily of the night as I see the remaining customers of the very late, nearly midnight exiting the diner’s white flaky teal worn door….  With the original stripe neon wording saying it’s still open… proud that  it’s still working after fixing it a few times.. Otherwise it ended in my bedroom secretly…

The short hair pixel brunette hair teenage receptionist approached me, in saying that the Diner is closing in about thirteen minutes… as she look at that analogue white faced, black Patons clock right behind her… Then she reproach with a look… as she seems to look at me with my slight disadvantage… as seeming that she knows me “ I think I know  you from somewhere.?” … and pointing at my Starfleet red uniform Jacket with the teal stripes indicating my science colours..  And replied back “yes I work with Starfleet” she not that replied back… “I know you from somewhere.. That ginger lovely ruby hair..?” with as my eyes gives questioning look at her “yes  … I think my hair is lovely…? So is yours” Noticing that I’ve haven’t wash it since I left from Paris..  She with a yes that’s her replied look… “Thanks…” then she lifted up a very poniard old framed family portrait…  which sits at the counter… then she bellowed out “it’s you in the portrait”…  Then she ran into the Kitchen and hearing behind the semi open kitchen… “I think Your Daughter… is here… The one from Starfleet… the one who works in Paris”

 

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I arrived later in the night to my parents place where it was in the well maintain suburbs of Nashville… it was dark so I told Erin, to turn on the search lights on… she did… below from her chassis  has the four levitation units, which were modified  gimbal tyres, looking at my helmet HUD displaying showing the gimballing tyres were about to descend , balancing out on to an old landing deck next to my old bedroom with a vechicles maintaince bay nearby below the landing bay, for just in case quick repairs…

Erin and I landed.. noticing I had her on standby all this time, with the fuel batteries charged all this time while I was out working  the last time I drove her, was before I had left for Starfleet Academy, then placing her into storage, that was some decade ago… then leaving her on standby.. With all the interconnecting power and data conduits leaving her fed. I must have modified her out seriously, awesome…thinking back to my teenage years spending time in the west coast in LA, at West Coast customs… Spending time working at their workshops getting to know how to modify various vechicles…  thinking back that paid off to modifying Starships..

 

Having to put Erin on standby again… Then grabbing my luggage out from the back seat, then unlocking the hanger bay door, with a bio signature scan, then it unlocked two door hatches to my Conservatory bedroom… In which I placed my luggage in the corner next to my double bed.. Looking at it, the covers haven’t changed… also noticing my parents aren’t at home… after checking out the house out… all three levels out,  including the tubular support lobby that’s holding  it up, thinking they’ve may have been busy at work…  making the way back, looking around my old bedroom  then looking at the timepiece it’s eleven at night… Also its Friday…that means late night at The Nash…

Having locking the place up again… Then jumping back into Erin, I’ve fire her systems up.. as I switch in between flight modes, decided to put her on flight mode all the way then steering wheel  unresided below the dashboard, then several Holo displays appear in order,  with a manualised  flight joystick appearing next to the to my right sided of my seat.. also reading my data present on helmet’s HUD …   I then entered the coordinates for” the Nash”

 

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Making my way out form the halls of spaceport, then using the internal trams to Exit out from the building itself finding standing for a while outside the entrance, then looking out nearby finding a cab.. Deciding to hail it.. It came, having to find it not traditional driverless, finding an actual driver in the driving seat… I got in… then he got my luggage into the boot… once settle I told him given directions   to a nearby storage warehousing, where he understood where it is … Where I’ve left something behind a long time ago…  Traveling down this road where’ve I seen long ago, looking out the window… Looking at the light polluted night, only seeing a few stars peering right out… Seeing multiple streaking reflect of light, like back in my childhood days…. Seeing the sunlight reflectively from Starships that travelling above makes an awesome view a night sleeping under the stars with Father renovating my bedroom with a sheltering slide roof skyline, with a mobile 30inich Meade telescope attaching to that viewing central station that I sit on endless nights…  so I could view the pasting Starships above earth..

Looking around as the Cab driver turns into the drive way of the storage warehouse…. The gates open as I spelling out and show my access credentials…. Towards the guy working in the night shift booth… As we drove down to the following storage warehousing..  Moving around finding a red painted door… Marked with the number thirteen… In bold white slightly worn…..  Then I told the cabbie to stop here.. Opening the cab’s door.. And getting out and looking at this massive door…  that once, still contained my old friend whom been around with me through life…  then the driver got my luggage out from the boot.. And curiously concern that I’m going to be left alone in all this darkest alley look around… then I told him “it’s okay to go… and if something happens.. I can basically handle things on my own”…. Opening my jacket… He understood… After I still have some of my work gear on that shouldered holster… Revealing a modified slide arm… My modified Phaser Pistol… otherwise my work will have to pick up the tab…

The Cabbie drove off… in and out into the distance of the warehousing…  I reach out to my jackets Comm displays.. Activating a Tricorder holding out my left wrist… Making those several command keys to open that door in which marked out boldly numbered thirteen…  Also behind that door…  something roared back to life as the large storage interior lights out with it was my friend … that classic crimson red white stripe 1969 Cadillac Deville convertible… saying that Hello as I grab my luggage and hauling in the back seat.. and checking the systems on my jackets display that’s ready to go..  and I said back with a hug, hugging that bonnet feeling  that engine then the tyres fold back inside glowing with a white circular glow emitting the flow elevating her  then getting in to driver side, feeling that red leather patent steering  wheel again..  Lifting, a few commands then the rear small impulse exhaust started to roar back to life.. Then I drove her out from storage then finding my helmet, wearing it then the Head up Displays turn on… Then now in mid-air, seeing the cabbie making out the drive way.. Seeing the storage door closes…  Then saying    “Heya Erin- I missed you… Dearly… Then hugging the steering wheel…  then making ways to my Parents place surprising them.

 

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That moment of stepping out of the taking of my Comm badge off and inserting into my Jackets wearable device Comm placement then setting on standby…  thinking as I entered to Nashville’s spaceport terminal for the required for customs and immigration paperwork.. Reaching out on my internal left sleeve… Finding a small micro Isolinear chip. Then handing it over to the customs terminal… Finding it passed without my former works processing papers then reinserting back in by Jacket…  Looking around finding, there was lots of food stalls of all types and various other species… finding lots have change the last time I walk through this section…  of this terminal it’s a little brighter … fresher as it was clean..  Looking at the surrounding the walls of the terminal, above the stalls were quite a lot of advertising… Besides that, it was one large major holographic screen where it featuring major news something about my work place… that there was unusual large amount of shuttle traffic looking at the featured article closer.  Something that I’ve seen as I left from Paris from a further distance….  Somehow I could hail in, to call in to check in to see what’s up then again but then someone told me I need rest… And knowing that someone, that someone that I know and work for can handle it for herself…  And knowing that she could.. Thinking now that she’s sitting in my super comfy teal chair right now… In my office with all those Holo displays circling around that chair, having that awesome view of Paris should keep her clam and tested this time… thinking that she’s ready to sit in that chair of mine..

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Getting around the shuttle, looking around, to see if anything I left behind. Looking out the window it’s night. Looking at my seat, Nup.  Except those golden gum drops wrappers, that I left on the adjacent seat.. Thinking that I should collect them, instead of littering… I did that… Grabbing them, and then putting remaining wrappers in the pockets of my Jacket…

Then went to the overhanging lockers that reside above my chair, opening it, as it lit my red satchel, and my grey matt Starfleet issue carryon luggage,  which is moderately scratched after it had a few  tour of duties roaming around from Starship to Starship in my younger days..

After finding a small bin in the galley, then trashing the wrappers in the found bin. Finding myself hearing no one from the passenger section, only the crew and that late pilot guy looking back with the look, that looks the last one..!  Replying back with that look… Looks like it…  Noticing that too, I was the only one left after the several round feels like a dozen or so stop overs, thinking each stopover had some amazing landscape to cover.  Looking around the centre passenger alley, where the comfortable cubic cabins, centred aside of the shuttle. Then I started to walk to the exit of the shuttle hatch doors. Then that view of my home town started to appear beyond the spaceport. Then it hit me, I’m home… my sigh of breath saying that shore leave as started long time ago after leaving that view of the Eiffel tower in Paris. Walking out from the shuttle hatch doors onto open catwalk,  into the fresh clear night sky that over hangs as I looking at the slight dark distance as Nashville towering city lights lit up in the distance in which seeing a few stars… Home…