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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..

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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…“

 

 

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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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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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Hearing the shuttle hatch door closed, then hearing, looking at the attendant, whom is doing the rounds of safety instructions… surprising it was one of the shuttle crew, looking in the forward section it seems it’s one of the two pilots trying to spell out the instructions in the most common languages, thinking and looking at him it’s normally it’s a hologram as I heard.. Otherwise thinking that this flight is sort of running late…. Looking around then strapping on the shuttle’s seat belt… then later soon seeing my view of the Paris rose thought the window… getting higher.. Higher until seeing the building roof tops… this is it. My long shore leave…. Then looking in the distance….looking in an urban street, a building with a white grey Edwardian Parisian roof top….  For once I’m leaving my city of work…  Then that feeling, the shuttle’s engines vibration humming smoother, as it gets to a higher altitude with a slight ease of my comfy seat pushing my back in….  Looking as the morning lighted glow Paris gets smaller…

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