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     Captain_Daren |
"Aha! There he is now! Captain! Captain Daren, this way!", the man was shouting across the entire room from an isolated corner to the entrance. Daren was more then a little taken aback by the welcome, but he smiled and walked toward the man and took a deep, long breath. He was on vacation. Time to relax...if only for one day. The man was Gulivan D'ulumber, tall and muscled, his hair dark and straight to his shoulders, and Camelynian. Not just any Camelynian however, Gulivan had a reputation in the hallowed halls of Camelyn as the greatest cook in his clan. On the homeworld it was his honor to create the famed meals for such events as weddings, tournaments, and the occasional banquet. He came to Crystal Palace a few months before the Taskgroup entered M64 to help a friend revive a local Tavern business and unwillingly got trapped without a way back to his duties on the homeworld. He decided in true Camelynian fashion to make the best with what he'd been given and expanded the Tavern to include a full size dining hall. For some time Daren had been looking into taking a small trip away from it all and with the Defender group hidden away in this dust cloud this was his chance. He was given Gulivan's name by an associate in the Camelynian ranks, a fellow Executive Officer from the days when he routinely conferred with the XOs on other taskgroup ships. The idea sounded like a true experience: sample a bit of Camelynian food. Daren thought it simple enough, afterall how different could it be? "Master D'ulumber. Please, I'm taking some time off, no ranks. Please, call me Will." "Very well, Will", his voice was loud and broodish. Daren was standing right beside him now, there was really no need for him to be shouting but it was almost as if he continued to. "I do hope you've given me some space to work with in that abdomen of yours." "I haven't eaten a thing since yesterday afternoon. I just returned from a small meeting on another ship and I just couldn't stand another replicated *thing*", he smiled. "Aye. You won't be finding any replicators here, at least none that are used very often. I believe there's one somewhere nearby for emergency situations, of course..." "Like when you run out of Rosemary?" Gulivan smiled and began to laugh. "My, for a Captain you've got quite a wit!" "I try not to let it show too much, now what's on the menu good sir?" Daren looked ravenous. Gulivan grinned. "Oh nothing special. Only Stew of T'linda," his voice became low as he slowly described each and every item in detail and making it sound like the greatest thing in the universe even though Daren hadn't heard of very much of it, "Toonik Breast with field mushrooms", "Felnik Liver and Risnit with quite a daring Mead Sauce if I don't say so myself. There's more of course, just wait until you try the Chilnak Sandwiches!" If Daren looked hungry before, now he looked starving. "I hope you employ a dedicated patissier in this joint" Gulivan looked puzzled. "Pastry Chef." Daren translated the Earth French. Gulivan scoffed, "Employ? I wouldn't trust anyone else with things so important as desserts. They are all of my own design. The recipes well hidden." The conversation slowly faded as waitress after waitress brought large plates and trays of food to the two. While eating there was hardly any speaking between the men except for a brief description of each course from Gulivan and the occasional utterance of "It tastes kinda like Chicken" by Daren. The experience was quite enjoyable and even a bit discomforting for Daren. "Thank you so much for the hospitality dear sir, I believe I'll be needing an anti-grav sled to haul myself out of here. As we say on Earth: I'm Stuffed!" "You can't stop now!" "I....I can't?" "A true Camelynian never leaves a meal before the Intari!" "The Intari?", Daren could barely make out the word. He quietly reached down to unclasp open the top of his civilian pants and for a moment he felt better. "It's the final part of a traditional Camelynian feast. A drink! A toast! It gives us the strength to continue on with another day in honor.", the waitress dropped off two small glasses of the green liquid from a small circular tray and walked away silently. "It's a shot!" "They'll be no shooting here!", Gulivan lifted the glass and raised it high above his head. He clearly didn't understand Daren's name for the drink. Daren did the same as Gulivan recited something in his native tongue that the UT in the commbadge under his coat was having a difficult time translating. When Gulivan took the glass to his mouth, Daren did the same and the two drank together. If Daren had to give a flavor and texture to warp plasma it would taste like this. "And now good sir Daren, we part until the next time you are in my realm!" Gulivan appeared quite intoxicated. Luckily Daren himself hadn't indulged in much of the local 'home brew'. His body was so accustomed to synthehol that there was no telling what an increased dose of alcohol could do to him. And he had to return to Coro. "Once again, I thank you for you hospitality. My steed awaits!" Daren, full of Camelyn's finest, left the tavern in search of the nearest transporter platform... ------------------- Captain William Daren Commanding Officer [IC] USS Coronado NCC-97901 |