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USS Eagle, NCC 2185
Captain Kematsopoulos, CO
Title: The Drawer, Part Three
Location: USS Eagle
Setting: Captain's Quarters
(Time frame- immediately after the last log which is the day the Captain
wakes up in Sickbay)
Yeoman Perksandra activates the intercom. "Captain? I am back," she says
gasping. She had to dodge an off duty nurse to get back to the Captain's
quarter to prevent the CMO from finding out that she had left the Captain
"Computer unsecure quarters," he orders.
Computer> Quarters unsecured.
It was clear to the Captain from the sound of her breathing that she has
exerted herself to get back and is still out of breath. She stops at a chair
and puts some things down. She walks over.
"It's none of my business, sir, but why did you secure your quarters? I can
let myself in otherwise. I am coded in for access," she starts to say until
she gets in view of the screen of the terminal he was working on. Her eyes
open wide when she sees the bat fur, beads and the files. "Oh," she says,
stifling a giggle.
"Sorry, um, so sorry. I did not mean to disturb your privacy. I can just
make some coffee in the kitchen or something," she stammers backing away
"Why? " he says beginning to play the file he just put in there. He is curious
to see what is on there.
A face of a man in his eighties, well dressed and well groomed appears on
the screen. He has a trimmed white beard and white hair appears on the screen.
He clears his throat and begins to talk Federation standard with a very heavy
"Greetings Captain Kematsopoulos ... this is Great Uncle Alexander Kraikos.
I hope this communication finds you well. I am sorry this is so late. I moved
to a nice colony far from Earth. I have given the samples to that Moebian
doctor of yours as she requested and take this opportunity to greet you,
send you some gifts that I think you will be needing for difficult
times ahead. I am also sending images and the resumes of some lovely young
virtuous Greek maidens who would like to enter into correspondence with you
to make your acquaintance for the purpose of marriage and starting a large
family. The colony here is blessed with many Greek women ...
The man turns red and chokes. He shuts the file down and feels all the files
in the box. "It can't be . . . Those are all . . . .??" he asks incredulously.
"I would guess so, sir. They arrived before the anomaly did, back on Liarra
Mishtosh. The CMO sure had a lot of fun giving those to you. I heard
about it from the bridge crew," she is careful this time to not show any
mirth in her voice.
"I bet she did," the man replies. He didn't remember it happening of
course, but after meeting the CMO and her odd sense of humor and timing
for several hours, he could guess that she would have had way too much
fun with this.
"I haven't looked at them yet. Any idea how many?" he said fingering files
in the box.
"347 I think. Something like that. The CMO had more than she gave you
that day but hadn't processed all of the medical data with the anomaly and
all... But that's just the replies not the number of," she says, unable to
contain herself any more. She giggles and barely finishes, " . . . virtuous
The man chokes again and turns redder.
"All from different villages, planets, colonies, and outposts. You sure have
a lot of family and its all spread out and they all seem to be looking for
a bride for you," she says clearly amazed.
"Well," he says abruptly. "Done here then, if that's what those all are.
I guess I am done checking this out," he says shoving the box hurriedly back
in the drawer.
"They only mean well. It's OK to get married again, sir, " she says trying
to make him feel better and less embarrassed.
The man ignores her and asks, "What is all this then?" He pokes the fuzzy
fur and rolls a glass bead around with his index finger. It hits another
bead and knocks it on the floor. He hears it hit the deck.
"Bat fur and evil eye beads. Some of your more superstitious relatives sent
them for good luck charms for you and to ward off some sort of evil, you
said. It was odd how that helped you remember some things to guess the right
exit out of the wormhole. There's a much larger pile here somewhere ... but
you know this. Why are you asking me?" she asks wondering when he would act
"I am getting very tired and it's hard to remember. I didn't think I left
them in this drawer," he says with two truths and one lie. He doesn't
remember any of that at all. He is pushing himself too hard to remember
and it isn't working.
Suddenly, he becomes extra tired, as if someone somewhere had just siphoned
off most of his energy. "I .. I think I need to lie down," he says, abruptly.
"Good idea sir. I'll help you get.." she starts to say but doesn't finish
as the man gets up without her and the vertigo takes over.
"Whoah! Computer end program. Stop this spinning," he orders starting to
fall after taking a few steps.
"I got you sir. I am stronger than I look . . . um sorry. I .. I didn't mean
to be insensitive," she stutters.
He leans on her with nearly most of his weight. ~~If only this program would
shut down,~~ he thinks.
"Computer, shut down program. Stop spinning. Activate lights," he orders
~~Oh boy. This is not going well! Not leaving you alone again,~~ she says
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