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…

 

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kerin class two sketch onea

 

Five months ago… before that construction of that Odyssey class..

I was looking back on some items around my home, and found some drawings of mine in a box.. and how I sketching up quick  with just the basics with markers and pens,  during the summer break as when I was younger on my grandparents  farm in Nashville, also their getaway home Hong Kong, spending time with my them, those endless summer outdoors with A4 writing pad sketching up starship also how back then how it was a learning process of drawing it up then applying it to Holo suite at home in creating that ship deck by deck, system by system in away testing it out how It works inside out.. looking back at this one I drew it was pretty good.. it gave the Vesta class its run for its money well in the Holo suite any ways..

I’m looking over head towards the window of my bedroom as the sunrise warm glow enters through it shining that warm yellow glow that I love in the morning as my bedroom window reduces it tinting as it senses making way for sunlight hits it then filling it with warmth..  Then looking past Ocean Ave the sun light hits the pacific ocean of Santa Monica Beach… … Looking around bedroom finalizing the selection my clothing in my luggage then pulling it in from my walk in wardrobe… then finding a tricorder in my jacket pocket… Flipping it then taking a scan as the sensors working of my remaining of my wardrobe so I can replicate it later on as I scanning over my wardrobe then uploading it to upstairs…

Having scanned all of my wardrobe and checking my uniform in place, also in orderly… Decidedly to take a morning shower before it hit an early breakfast then reading this morning briefings before I fly out to the next assignment.. Then walking downstairs out from the bedroom floor into a lobby area in where the other half of the bedroom floor is my sister Elise… Having heard that she’s almost finishing up her final years of first command it’s pretty Awesome as that shone on my smile as I look at her other half of the bedroom floor..

Walking down to few layers of steps… to the three level lounge mix kitchen… and seeing in the center of the floor a few museum pieces that Dad collected over the years of music memorabilia major of the collection was from Nashville and this building was previously Capitol records he brought previous and moved from Hollywood and Vine having seeing the build in a heart breaking derelict condition so he brought it. Then having his Starfleet engineering friends to move it where it’s is today in where they owe him favours and still more.. Dad keeps telling my sister and I, every time when shore leave comes he comes along and off course Mom… helps out to renovated the building as I can see both the work they did in recreating this building together..

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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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Making ways to one of the Dining Tables of the Diner.. We sat down Father told the receptionist to get rounds of cups of coffee” Karen could you please get us around of coffee also one for yourself too. You earn whatever poison you like… Also one for herself too… Looking at her scruffy stained apron also that… Looking at her moderate messy pixel hair looking that she had a pretty full working on day…

We got started talking with my folks, as Karen in the background started to brewing up some cups of coffee steaming out the warm milk into the shots of coffee into the Diners porcelain teal white cup out from reddish candy traditional antique Barista machine as hearing the steaming noise…  only thinking that’s a recently new addition the counter.. as my parents love collection and restoring old things as they collect in their travels..  As behind the counter a wall full of childhood polaroid’s of us in the background..

Taking of my jacket off and placing on a nearby chair, then revealing also my self-modified Phaser pistol. Still in my shoulder holster, then my parents starting look at wondering that’s new… Wondering if it’s standard issue also with that… Dad Asked. “Do you always carry that around…?  Replying back… “Most of the times only at work. but…” just noticing it now, now thinking I’ve a got a work habit that I’ve haven’t notice that  before… also telling my folks it’s safe” – it’s okay… The bio-safety is on also the power fuel cell magazine is removed …” comforting and reassuring them saying “I’ll put it in a safe locker when we get home…”

 

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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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