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     1st Lt. Craig |
"Coffee, sir?" Craig Serrold rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He wasn't entirely cetain of where he was as he awakened from rather disturbing dreams. But the female voice he was hearing upon awaking was rather pleasant, reminiscent of the more interesting and less disturbing of his dreams. "Ma'Aru? Karissa, is that you?" The female voice laughed, and Craig smelled the hot coffee being held nearby. Finally getting his eyes open and focused, the fighter pilot looked up into the holographic smile of Savant. He flung a hand over his eyes. "Are you still here?" The avatar smiled in that rather perplexingly neutral way it - she - had. Craig rolled over and pulled his pillow back over his head. "Sir - Craig - you asked me to keep you company last night. Don't you remember?" He tried to remember. The previous night was a bit of a blur. He thought he recalled dancing with Savant on Vanguard, but he also had vague memories of an assault on a Pfhor ship. It was all blurring together. Swords and sorcery, ballrooms and bad acting, dances in the pale moonlight of Pitstop III's natural satellite. It was all rather surreal by this point. Coffee sounded like a good start to a more normal day. "Yeah, kindda." He took the coffee and sipped it slowly. "You know, I had the strangest dream last night..." ============= Christian D. Clem '01, aka "Aggie" 1st Lt. Craig "Rogue" Serrold, SFMC Wing Leader, TFW-47 "Thunderbirds" U.S.S. Coronado NCC-97901 8th SFM Recon Regiment, 1st Battalion |