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” 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…..?’”

 

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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..

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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Having flying overhead over the city then finding that familiar sign that haven’t changed over the last few centuries and it always been reconditioned several times  reading in 1950’s electric teal neon’s “the Nash” right below and finding a landing parking spot below, noticing that below the street walk trees have grown larger in the years that I’ve haven’t  been by.. Previously it was a straight landing… But now I’ll have to move down and slide in pretty quickly in landing… then instructing the landing controls with a little bit more little more details to move Erin and slide under that tree…  with a little flair.. We landed gently as her four levitation units came to a full stopping glow… partially shutting Erin systems down and putting her on standby… Then removing my helmet and as I did the internal HUD began to dissipate leaving it with a blank transparent screen…. Then placing the helmet on the passenger seat as it set for remote charging…

I got out from Erin, as her doors slide ride back… then as I got out, her driver’s door s moved right back into place…  looking around the place where The Nash, also its surroundings is, the place has gotten more laminated  at night. The sidewalk trees branches have grown and now they’re lighted up with Christmas fairy lights, feeling that lighted atmosphere magically.  Looking around, how the  trees grown, there’s a tree nearby the entrance of The Nash where I’ve played at as a child while my parents was working hard inside in building , restoring renovating a family heirloom … seeing that childhood tree has now has adjacent Victorian park teal coloured bench with the decorative cast iron  flowery curves, looking at them both the Victorian sitting bench and that child tree they couple themselves romantically. ..Walking past the newly found couple then walking up a few steps up towards my Parents Diner’s door… Then opening that door…