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” …. I only just got my white jade silk Qipao dress tailor made last week.. “


The white portal of light emerged, illuminating the massive pond courtyard the sound of the groaning box, seems to get even louder as it just hovered box, then with a massive belly flopped the into the pond. Throwing tonnes of water out, splashing it over me to the study balcony..  . Running around to the courtyard pavement finding the box was burning inside, with the amber flames smothering as the water began to drown out the flames from inside, one of the doors of the box was open then the other pair followed.. It was in tanking excessively more water inside, like drowning itself to extinguish the fire from inside out, as  I saw it sinking into the depths of the lake pond, as the box was drinking it in, drowning itself.

Where the pond, smoke was bubbling foaming out from center the lake pond from where the box has crashed body slammed into.. Looking at the situation.. It seems dire.. Someone feeling could be inside there but it was just the risk of having a look.. Taking my  flats shoes off and throwing it to the pavement and my jacket aside fallen only wearing my summery mini white jade silk Qipao dress…… As I saw the lake started to be implode  drained, swallowing out progressively by an eighth of the volume now… Somehow that thing, that box seems like its drowning and in taking a lot of water to extinguish the flames with in… ..

I made the jump into the lake, knowing it was deep, some twenty to thirty meters deep. Holding my breath.. Looking as my dark black ink hair waved in the subversively in under the lake with the lake laminating form the surface above from the courtyard’s lights.. That’s flicking like glinted diamonds lighted back on in which I could see something below, sink, a box with both of its blue scared doors, seems like it was in battle of some sorts, ..  With the blue painted flaked out, bearing those scars as it was dying .. Highlighted in a white ivory scarring showing underneath hurting showing its aging, extremely aged for it .. as both doors open inside, with eruption amber bursting at the walls.. as it showed a silhouette of a fragmented console.. as the parts flushed inwards in this box. Inside big..

Swimming inwards to the doors of this drowning out box.. as seeing the center console, dead.. swimming finally inside, with all the water containing all the round things that exploding out as noticing  this box is dying in the process, it’s been through a lot, it’s traveled been to places uncountnessly  . Looking around as I swam inwards to this room, resembling a control room of some sort… Levers, keys from the physical keyboard are missing as the keys of the console floated around in the watered pool filled control room, with its centered column lights. as its breathing light was started dying out.. With one screen showing it’s try to contain something big with all that violent energy, of a ball in some chamber of sort that containing it started in the process of containment failure.. Reading what’s on the screen with circular dialed characters. Then one that’s something old I can read.. Having making, swimming my way to the console, I moved onwards to that panel then looking at the systems of the display. Dialling up a few commands that looks familiar, as my fingers dances to figure out then it dances on the screen, as the countdown clock to containment failure was adverted…  I somehow stopped something major from going to a disaster..


” Very early December morning with a large warm then cold strong cup off  coffee also finding Gravity.. “

Having making back to my study, with a strong cuppa of coffee, placing nearby my notes on my center pieced large Chinese desk.. With selections of foundation pens, and Chinese brushed pens on the right, changing the lighting setting of the desk lamp form dim to fully light… Lighting up the desk lighted wide so I could see the whole desk, with notebooks, and text books on the other side……  I picked up a pen, slowly removing the lid, as I read my notes taken… Then applying more of my notes, writing fluidly..

As the late in the night progress into the early hours in the morning, then looking at my watch sitting on telling me it’s almost three in the morning, then filling up notebook with notes, I turn to get my coffee  it was cold, and almost an empty cup as it accompany into the morning.. I reached out and fold and read the other page of the textbook, finding it with some, physics equations questions.. I grabbed a logarithmic ruler to rule some graphs in finding some characteristics within the data that’s presented in the correlation of the data that I gathered from the previous class, in catching up on homework, as I drew the graph with the data, in between two axles in between form some sort of line.. Making out in to an ever so decreasing sine wave showing.. also the other graph showing logarithmically the finding the most average speed of Gravity, using the pendulum swing, after that chart of data that I’ve taken….

After drawing up the charts, and finding an old school stylize silvery scientific calculator, with the green LED’s showing the agreeable result, after dialling up a few numbers, functions and calculations after manipulating a few physics equations mathematically…   in finding the right equation.. And finding the right term for Gravity velocity.. Repeatlying the process least fifty calculations, scribing the results on a well written format A4 size graph paper, on a table.. And finding the average of entering the data on the calculator with the statistic mode on… As I push the data one by one, as I entered in the early hours of the morning… entered the data… Finding the average and the sequences of numbers pointed out to 9.82 meters per second…. With that in mind… Thinking Shouting out loud” Yes.. !!!” Standing up emoting cleating my fist expressively in the air… “Take that Sir Isaac Newton… …” then finding my was warm then now very cold cup of coffee, drinking it moving on to the next question which on the text, in finding a proof equation towards to finding Ohm Laws with an Omega symbol… Thinking that name sounds very similar as I find the complex equations in finding Ohms…

As I progressively worked on this Ohms proof throughout the morning until hitting five in the morning with my A4 size notebook taking most of my penciled in equations page after page… then eventually finding it..  In feeling the sense yes as before after finding the velocity of gravity.. Standing up.. Then finding a peacefully view of the oriental study windows opened.. Then looking out onto my large pond in the courtyard..

As I rose up from my chair noticing it was getting windy all for an unexpected reason, that it’s forecast to be a very still warm morning… as I walked towards the doorway arch… onto the my ancient Chinese style balcony.. That’s sits over the pond, a white flash starting to appear.. With a sort of that haunting strange damage wropping groan sound, that’s looks like a box appeared.. Making it out to be black with a gilt of ink reflective blue, but knowing it was dark. It could be any colour during the day…


it’s past midnight.. wintery Hong Kong .. time for Coffee.. 

It’s a quiet night In New Territories, Hong Kong also, the buildings are brighten up in the distance from afar from the abandon village that succumbing to its newly rural development neighbor that’s rebuilding after the world war two.. That end ten years ago with a lot of high rise buildings that’s taking shape, with new development an industry to keep the city breathing…

In that distance lived one remaining home, in the village with its ancient buildings intact… Orthough one home remains lighted in the center of the village, Orthough also it was an very old fortress, a modest one, with it garrison walls still holding protecting the village it seems that the only residents still living there still lighting up the town

Orchid was just, getting ready to go bed after a night’s lesson of having here English tutoring her in English, her parents were out, on overseas in sorting something out, it was dark in surrounding her house, nothing that she could handle, looking over the distance in the courtyard where’s there’s a garden pond where’s its need some major needs in repairs. In that she found some lighting around where off switching on some lights that lights up the outdoor hallways, lighting up the red lanterns that been hung up since mother and dad inherit the old fortress from long time ago.. Noticing Emma, in a distance bedroom switching of her lights and in the shadow of her window screen getting ready for bed…  I started moving to my study in finishing of the notes that she writing from today’s lessons… heading back to my study after been to the kitchen, in which it modernized in the last few months before my parents headed out.. Making a cup of coffee, that it was instant coffee.. Just something quick.. just enough to make it through the night with finishing of some notes..  Orthough my grasp of  the English language is pretty good. But having Esquires  Emma  Allanach from Oxford, was pretty good, for about a year, orthough this she decidedly to extended as long summer holidays from London the last time she left it was wintery cold season, she found it here quite nice despite it been hot and humid during the summer time, but Hong Kong’s winter is manageable..


” Now that we’re parents ……………..Totally missing our away mission days but we making it up for now……… ?”


As the sister’s mother, Embrace goes on further… “It seems that Kerin mentions every now and then of losing a box, but eventually founding that box. We, well your father and I when exploring in that haunting housing complex.. It’s rather large, smaller than the Forbidden City in Peking… But the once beautiful Chinese gardens are to be envious with… “As their father through up another Holo image of the” what we now call next door..  We gathered most of the modified tricorders that we can muster.. And your mother and I….  “as they open up a case.. there lies a cube with funny curious circles that’s inscribes all faces “ we found this, we believe this once belong to Kerin.. “

“In that letter ….. “As Embrace pulled out the cube out “…… in that letter explains something about time.. We believe that your twice great grandmother is still alive, well presumably slightly older, that somethings not right, the ink that was written on that letter, as a jump in Quantum Dating.. It’s dates back from a point when her ship USS Arinia was destroyed.. “Looking at your twice great grandfather’s Karson’s one… It’s the ink is very realivitistically older…” Embrace handed the cube to her daughters first Elise, then Emmy both still in there Starfleet uniforms with the inbuilt tricorder that’s embedded into the jacket.. Started scanning more intensively… Embrace explained ‘we believe that cube is inclusively related to the pens that your twice great grandparents had.. but the one on the letter seems ten years older dated from the point of USS Arinia was destroyed with all hands on deck.. “as Kelvin referenced back to the materials he “We gathered over from the Abandon Traditional Chinese Ming Dynasty palace like house as we explored around as part in looking into the this properties tittle and deed it seems we own it as well more or less legally there was a will created by Kerin as she explains the other half of the property sold was just a tax loop hole to get around taxes of that time, it worked for a while till.., also during the time at the Old Auckland Observatory we found her signature among with various others on a black, blue framed memorial of the days when they had used an analogue star projector.. “As they shown the data analysis of that signature, of previous carefully scrapping a sample, of that ink like naughty first year University science students that just broken into the late nights of finding the assignment solutions …. Elise wondering did “So did you asked if you could have a closer look at this memorial signature plate…?”  As Emmy asked the same also “or did you say that you, guys are from Starfleet, dressed in uniform, and say your both doing some investigations.. Or did you just broke into this place and took an example.. like what you guys did in Nashville, around the corner at Big Machine records and snuck in and finding yourselves alone in a Taylor Swift museum section, just to see her memorabilia that’s haven’t been on displayed yet…..?’”



As the family gathers around a kitchen warmth, while the four becomes Sherlock of their family past……


The sisters father looking at the candy pink foundation pen.. “ if you notice the pens are exact duplicates of another.. As the mother investigatory spoken “we even look back at the pen’s history together well your twice great grandfather’s grandmothers’ one and …  How both came to be in there possessions Orthough it was a gift from him though..  But whom own it in the first place.. “Grabbing a padd device from the kitchen bench..  Both your father and I found it, both pens once below to a local farm, boy whom later found he was a she worked at the Auckland Observatory… Off course that observatory is no longer there but shifted for more room two centuries more ago… “   As Emmy read onwards into the letter… It mentions something about time… both their parents spoken ecstatically together…. The sister’s father Kelvin spoken “you go first… Embrace… “Embrace when further in explaining about the twin pens how it entered into their family’s timeline.. “ the Chinese Girl, that your father mistaking thinking it’s a guy due to the Observatory’s employment archive records… thinking it read Kevin James Ng.. But looking closer it actually reads Kerin Jade Ng in which we decipher in the very elegant feminine signature….. “Feeling a little dumbfounded Kelvin “well Guys could also have girly writing too….” Embrace smiled “yes dear… you write girly too when you start writing creatively in poetry with drawing stars and flowers  … “the sisters laughed never knew that their father had that side of him… as Elise laughed loudest clapping her hand on the kitchen table.. Emmy laughed as she rested her head on her sister a shoulder, laughing just has loud as hers…..

“Kerin Jade Ng was also a writer, blogger, researcher of sorts, an exceptionally Telescope operator at the Auckland Observatory, also her family farm is not too far from where we are… “As the sister’s father Kelvin brought along another Padd along, showing the where the farm is in relation “as you look closely where also within the boundaries of her family farm that used to be larger… Until the records shows they sold half of it off so her parents could retire easier, keeping it as a lifestyle block… With a great view of Red Hill, in which if you look closely. There’s an abandon three stories multi complex traditional Chinese fortress like housing complex where it has late Qing Dynasty era construction of where they lived in… “




Maple Farm tree leaves makes way for Autumn Air….. Three years after the five maiden voyage of the USS Lightning and USS Hong Kong… 

Auckland, New Zealand, on wintery night in the once was rural outback’s of rural Auckland, Takanini now a posh farming network… A family siting closely together to gather warmth from a busty fire glow of a Victorian large bungalow fireplace that roared its warmth in all parts of the house.. The two sisters, Elise, Emmy just recently arrived a few hours ago, something about their great, great grandmother, as they both race back home to Earth under extreme high Slipstream in which both of their heavily modified Star-Odyssey class starship berth in the same drydock they was built a while few years ago. As both ships getting essential extensive upgrades and repairs that were really needed also they both just complete various missions early also trying out a new system drives both Trans slipstream drive. ….

Both haven’t gotten out from their uniforms, also their luggage are left behind in their custom home built shuttles parked outside the grand old farm house that they childhoodly grew up in ..  They sat around the kitchen table adjacent to the fireplace… with their parents making that Nashville Cups of coffee that they were taught; that Karen is famously is known for…  “This was left behind on desk at the Academy… The writing on the letter is uncanny to your Great, great Grandmother’s Emilia penmanship… “As he presented the heavily written pages in novel letters to his daughters… “Also it’s written with her favourite foundation pen that she always traditionally carried with her all the time when it was wedding gift from her Husband on that day.. “ as he pulled out a same duplicated pair of that pen, and place it on the kitchen table as Emmy reading onwards out loud in the letter, getting lost in a novel size pages within so the others could listen, Elise pick up the other foundation pen.. “ her one is coloured Teal,  she was an science officer, captain  on board her last ship the USS Arinia, your Great, Great Grandfather was Tactical officer.. He was a very close friend to back then to Yeoman Janice Rand of the USS Enterprise.. Emmy thinking back to the stories when” USS Arinia that was the ship was lost in battle under a massive Klingon attack as if fort bravely with all hands while protecting the serve  damage fleet of the USS Yorktown on Caleb IV..  “Elsie remembering that too “it was a recommend reading during the Academy years… that it remains a mystery still of that battle… that Great, Great Grandfather Karson.. When heard of news he was devastated when her ship was destroyed in battle.. It was the Tholians honoured her memory how she and her crew died in valour in saving them at a moment of precious time where the tide could have favour the federation or not…“




Making my way to the Kitchen floor, finding an espresso machine like the one back in Nashville, The Nash. Bringing back memories of how Karen taught us how to make perfect coffee delights…  And grabbing my favorite teal mug.. the start prepping up the espresso.  Thinking this morning needing a strong cuppa of Latte, especially for the long short flight to something I’m working on a drydock for about six months….

Having prepping the coffee like how Karen does it but with my little touch… then opening up the fridge finding a full Jug of Pancake mixture that I made overnight.. Thinking you can never go wrong with morning Pancakes..

Pouring the mixture on a non-stick frying pan lacing it with butter that I had given from my parents in New Zealand, reminding me of my parent’s home…..  As I poured the pancake mixture on the pan and seeing it slowly baking on the pan doing this deliciously over a dozen times placing the pancakes on the  resting on a white china plate realizing I’ve totally emptying out the jug and displacing it in the  sink ..  Even thou having a replicator in the kitchen, I still love the original taste of butter melting over the dozen pancakes, sinking it with maple syrup…

Having eaten Breakfast then having a second cup of coffee, and then checking out the morning news at six mixing it with this morning’s briefings of various sorts, until I’ve noticed a missing inventory that still needed to be installed…  looking closely more.. In that unchecked manifest of need to do’s load up list, someone has forgotten to load up Torpedoes.. In one of the torpedoes magazine cartilages racks bays nearby the engineering section in which that needs to mark urgently as my finger touched the screen marking it urgently… Then looking at deflector dish it seem find from the engineering report , checking that off…. as I Looking at the Holo Screen, closer in which a few minutes ago.. wait that Memo few weeks ago.. ?

Thinking back, has someone missed the inventories memo recently…. Then throwing up another Holo screen entering an encrypted commutations line to the Earth Space dock, doing a quick order to the Starbase quarter Master….

“ Hello this is Starbase seventy nine’s quarter master …. “ looking back the Holo screen noticing  that  I’m complete out of uniform..  Just in my every day morning casuals thinkingly also that the Torpedoes supplement is seriously on my lists among to do on many things… The Quartermaster started to look at me strangely that I’m out of uniform context… Then started to tell him whom I am.. “ This is Admiral Wasson  of the USS Lightning, I’ve notice that the supplements of Quantum Mark 13 Torpedoes haven’t been installed yet and accounted for, also that the cargo is done from yesterday’s manifest….. “ then taking a slip of Coffee that I’ve just brewed from my kitchen bench. Also thinking off my little sister Elise who’s on tour one of the youngest brilliant captains in Starfleet, or though there’s one disclosure that I must feel that she’s needs to take personal note from.. Otherwise it’s going to incur on her from the rest of her life, even though it’s going to take time.. Having yesterday of sending a Holo Message to my Parents in New Zealand about it feeling that’s I know it’s going to take time for her to recover from that incident in Vega System, I know they were closed together, even though he’ll make a loving caring brother in law thinking that’s what parents were thinking last night after having long talk last night that extended till the early hours of the Santa Monica morning… then leaving that message after that given that Elise may need some time of commanding otherwise it’ll get to her letting her having some disclosure…