04 Flyspecks ~ Haven

[Lupe]

oog: this is going to happen about one month after the Xaonon visitation.

Haven is in orbit of a J class planet, on Federation Star charts it's listed as RF-348IV (fourth planet of the RF-348 system)

The Klingons refer to the star as "DaQ bE'nAl" or "The Wife" from an old name of the constellation this star leads. (A mirror for the constellation containing Kronos paired as the husband)

Federation Standard pronunciation would be "Banal" which means "devoid of freshness or originality." To avoid offending the Klingons the name was quickly altered to reflect the relationship between Kronos (the greek god's name for "Saturn," which the planet resembles) and the "wife of Kronos" and was named after the Greek Titan Chronos' wife; thus designating the planet: Cybele.

Cybele is a gas giant who's atmosphere consists of 96.3% molecular hydrogen and 3.25% helium. Trace amounts of

ammonia

Ammonia

,

acetylene

Acetylene

,

ethane

Ethane

,

phosphine

Phosphine

, and

methane

Methane

have also been detected. The upper clouds on Cybele are composed of ammonia crystals, while the lower level clouds appear to be composed of either

ammonium hydrosulfide

Ammonium_hydrosulfide

(NH4SH) or water. There are also other things found floating in the lower atmosphere, gems, rare metals, and pockets of rarefied gasses. There is a mining consortium that maintains a floating 'mine' a collection station that moves around the planet, rising and lowering in it's operating strata.

To save operation energy costs the station is equalized to the outside pressure, which means that the miners are only allowed to stay six month out of a year on the mine. Since it takes seven days (168 hours) to bring someone in or out of the atmosphere they only do so twice a year, changing out the full fifty person crew. It takes 168 hours since they have to stage in, on seven permanent position orbital facilities, standing on each one for 24 hours as they are compressed or decompressed depending on which way they are traveling. Standing orders are that no one is allowed to transfer from a higher pressure to the low pressure of a ship, or vice verse because it would be almost instantly fatal.

Miners retire early (35-40) do to medical conditions that will not allow them to return to the high pressure mine.

SB-36 was stationed in the RF-348 system (even though there is no M class planet) and in orbit of Cybele for this reason, to be the final staging area for the miners and to protect them from claim jumpers.


ON


=/\= Haven this is the Maturin/Menova Passenger Ship Javier in line for final approach, requesting final docking instructions. =/\=

=/\= MMPS Javier approach from 1-1-9 station true. You will dock at docking port five. =/\=

=/\= Haven, roger, 1-1-9 station true, and docking port five. ETA ten minutes. =/\=


[fifteen minutes later]


Fifty men and women came into the main station area, they were carrying tote-bags and rucksacks with their belongings for the next six months. They eyed the Marines, Security, and Cardassian Shock Troops with wondering eyes, they had never seen security this tight before. The crew chief consulted the boards for where they would be stationed, he was thirty-one years old and the oldest member of the team, also the most experienced by three years, he had been in this business for the last ten years, this was probably his last year down in the hole.

He logged into the board and made the necessary medical appointment, as usual they would overwhelm medical for the next day or two before the whole thing was done and then they would step into the atmospheric shuttle and make their way to the bottom of the hole.

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Redcloud looked over the PM lists and saw a priority listing, a shuttle in a shuttle bay that was closed to standard traffic, it was listed as belonging to a mining consortium. The shuttle was last overhauled six months ago, not used since and was to be thoroughly checked within the next two days and cleared for high pressure, corrosive atmosphere work. She sent a copy and inquiry to Lieutenant Kaziarl asking if he wanted to take care of it or her to.

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Prudence was sitting across a coffee table from someone she realized she really hated, jealousy was part of it... a big part... ok, it was almost all of it. That man sitting there all calm and suavely sipping from a crystal stemware glass was exactly the epitome of what she had lain in a hayfield and stared at the stars wishing for when she was a little girl.

Traveled, schooled in court and manors, brought up with the most highly respected names of movers and shakers around him. He had more titles on his own name then she ever knew existed anymore. So comfortable in his own position in the galaxy that he could calmly sit there and sip wine while giving small talk knowing that there were a hundred matters that were piled on his desk and her own. She knew that not only was he the Commander and Chief of the Grey Mist Fleet but also he was the CEO of one of the biggest shipping companies in the known galaxy. The son of the Maturin and Menova families alliance. She even had heard rumor that he was a direct decedent of the Royal family of Spain, and he never bothered to drop names, hints, or use that power to get his own way. That she thought she envied most of all, the casual throw away attitude he displayed of his rank, position, family, and titles, he didn't seem to care about any of it. If it had been her... Prudence sighed then sipped from her glass. She would always be a dirt farmers daughter, even if she became a Vice-Admiral and the CinC of a fleet.

"Captain Williams, do you have any observations?"

She quickly ran through what they had been talking about. "I don't think I understand, you are telling me you are taking the Rainmaker and Commander Mevynn for your own missions, that have to do with time travel? Your telling me that I am going to loose my Executive Officer to your pet project?"

Estaban grimaced, "no, I am not telling you that, in fact I am trying to reassure you that even though I am going to pull her and the ship for special assignment once in a while, that she will be here more times then not." He told her, "I really am trying not to interrupt your work or command with this project."

She eyed him, "ah huh, and Starfleet is ok with you dabbling in time projects?"

Estaban grinned slightly and looked down modestly, "I am the sector head of the Temporal Division of Intelligence."

There now she had another thing to hate him for. Vice Admiral, CinC of a Fleet, CEO of a major company, Royalty, and now he is the Sector Head of some new Intel group dealing with time. "I see..."

Estaban looked her in the eye, "that is privileged information by the way, not to be bandied about."

"Of course it is." Prudence nodded then met his stare, "we have had dealings with a time traveler, he killed several people on this station, and quite a few more on his own ship. How are you going to make sure that does not happen in this case?"

"We will have safe guards in place." Estaban said quietly

"Your Coxswain will be in a bar within the week using that as a pickup line for pretty girls, 'hey babe, I'm a time traveler you want to take a ride in my time machine'." Prudence told him with some acid, "and how are you going to keep that from going on."

Estaban grinned at the notion, that brought a scowl to Prudence face, he wiped the grin away and answered her, "Nick might be many things but he won't be using the Rainmaker to pick up girls." He shrugged, "and there is an interlock on the temporal generator itself, only myself or Commander Mevynn, though she does not know it yet, can authorize the activation of the generator, and it will take both voice, and bio scan, to do it. There is also a sealed black box, it is a recorder of the Bridge logs, visual, audio, and all mission profiles. If anything happens on the Rainmaker that recorder will know all of it, and Intel will be out to find it."

Prudence stared at him, "Sir, permission to speak freely?"

"But of course," Estaban nodded then sipped from his wine.

"The idea of this whole project gives me the bug-eyed willies, your messing with something that could cause the end of the universe!" She said, "and you calmly sit there and act like it will be a lark, a fun time! Something to do when your bored!"

"End of the universe... as we know it." Estaban raised an eyebrow, "I do not believe I have ever said or implied that this job that has been given to me to do was a fun time, or a cure for boredom, but it is a job I have agreed to do and Captain, by god I will do it." The strong Spanish accent had crept in at the end of that, the color had started to rise in his face.

Prudence shook her head, "your to much, is there anything you don't think you can do?"

Estaban sipped on his wine before answering, his voice calm once again, "when you set limitations to your ability, you have limited your ability. I can and will do what ever I have to, what ever I needs to, and what ever I have been asked to do."

The Captain of Starbase Haven stared at the Admiral that had taken up residence there. She set her almost empty glass down. "Thank-you for telling me all of this Admiral, will that be all?"

"No, if you please. Tell me about... Death." Estaban's voice was soft and controlled the Mediterranean accent was playing in his words to make them pleasant.

"There really isn't much to tell, a mad man in a time machine popped in and out on the station killing people, we believe he was from the twenty-seventh to the twenty-ninth century." Prudence shrugged then went on to explain what they knew, how Doctor Richard Kennings had guesstimated the date from the words on the scythe, and how Commander Mevynn had been taken to the ship and had seen the dead men and women at their duty stations.

Estaban shook his head, "I understand why she was so hard-line about it now. Good, you do a better job if you have seen what happens when someone doesn't."

"This isn't a case of the chicken-pox!" Prudence could not help but explode, "you don't get exposed young so you won't get it when your older. People died at that lunatic's hands, including one of your Captains, Don Estaban Maturin Menova." She used his name like a weapon.

Estaban looked at her then leaned forward and refilled her wine glass. "No, no it isn't, but that really was not what I meant. I regret the loss of Don Antonio Barara, then when you didn't tell us the whole truth and now when I know. But you know as well as I do that when someone sees the horrible bad things that can happen in their work, they tend to make sure it don't happen to them. Why do you think they make such a point in teaching what happens to a Starship Captain when your in Command School."

Prudence shook her head, he was really a piece of work she reflected to herself. "Is that everything Sir?"

"It's Estaban, please, I don't care for all the formalities, they tend to get between people and build walls." Estaban said graciously, then gesturing to her refilled wineglass, "drink your wine, is the oasis of relaxing quiet in your busy day not a welcome thing?"

She snorted, "this is relaxing?" Picking up the wine glass she took a drink.

Estaban nodded, "no paperwork, no aids or staff bringing you PADDs and asking you to do something more then the three hundred things already on the agenda. It is very nice and relaxing."

Prudence shook her head, "but the instant we are done I will have all three hundred things plus the ones that cropped up while I was sitting here talking to you about time travel and mad men."

Estaban smiled again, "yes, but it is more bearable because of the break."

She took another drink then asked, "so you plan on having some trial runs of the Rainmaker soon?"

"Yes," he answered, "we will say we are testing engine modifications and do it far enough away from the station not to be readily apparent.

"I have other duties I will need Kate for pretty soon." Prudence hedged.

"I would like to know what these missions you have been sending her on are all about," Estaban asked quietly.

Prudence grimaced, "If you order it, I will tell you but I would rather not."

Estaban shrugged, "no, if you feel that strongly about it, I shall not pry."

"Thank-you Sir," she finished her wine and set down the glass, "now I better get back to my work... if we are done here."

"I think we are Captain, good day to you."

"and to you too Sir." Prudence stood prompting him to stand too, and escort her to the door, she made her way out of the Admiral's Suite, past a large being, the Admiral's bodyguard and back into the Station proper. Her Marine escort was still waiting there and walked with her as she headed for her own office in OPS.

[Mevynn]

Putting on her uniform, Kate looked at the horizon. For once she had allowed herself some time on the holodeck, taking a swim in the ocean. She knew she could have gone to the swimming pool at the Atrium but she prefered the holodeck. This way she avoided questions or other things she didn't want to deal with right now. She watched the explosions of different shades of colour on the horizon as the sun set. The massive moon already viewable in the sky made the whole picture even more impressive. She closed her jacket as she enjoyed the last moment of silence and tranquility besides the sound of the waves gently crushing against the beach.

She stretched her back, turned around ending the program as she walked out. It was time to get back to reality. The turbolift was taking her to one of the lower levels. Engineering had been swamped this last month to fix all the damage that had been created by the explosions. The investigation as to who had been responsible for the different explosions all had lead to one person. Small pieces of the bombing devices, had been gathered and examined. Some had no clues on them whasoever, as other pieces showed enough evidence to come to the conclusion that the devices had all been made by the same person. The same person who had left his DNA all over the pieces of the destroyed detinator that had been found in some jeffreytube above the Atrium. Yet, with all the Xoanon gone, they couldn't trace him back.

They had been lucky the blasts hadn't been strong enough to cause any deadly casualties, yet when Kate had made up the endreport, she couldn't help but wonder, what the real purpose of the explosions had been. Had it been a decoy for a plan that had to be aborted as the Xoanons had been ordered to leave the base or if there was something else behind it. Or maybe it was connected with the abduction of Commander Chant and that Marine. Either way, that question had remind unanswered so far.

During this last week, Kate had been visiting the places where the last of the repairs had taken place. Not to check on the engineers, she had full confidence in them and their abilities. But just to let them know, that their hard work had been appreciated. These last three weeks the Station and more importantly the people involved, had been given the time to come to terms with the events that had happened. Kate herself however, had been avoiding Captain Williams. In the first weeks she had been able not to think about the project that was being installed on the Rainmaker. But now that things settled down on the Station, the subject kept tugging on her mind more often and as she had told the Admiral, she didn't want to lie to the Captain.

As she walked to the next location where a team of engineers were doing some last fixes, she realized there was not a single person she trusted well enough to talk to about the subject and those she did trust, weren't in on the secret. She watched the repairs for a moment, didn't stay long enough to make the engineers uncomfortable and headed a few decks higher. Over thousands of people were on the station and yet not a single soul she could confide in.

[Kaziarl]

<Kaziarl's office>
“Father, he is a man of honor. You taught me that should be enough,” Kaziarl stated as he glared at the display screen. The grim visage of an old Klingon, possibly old enough to have been a child himself in the days when the great Kang, Kor, and Koloth confronted James T. Kirk, glared back at him.

“That is true my son, but in this case I am reluctant. The council has been watching me closely…”

“Because of me?” he asked. “Because of your human ******* pup?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Isn’t it?” Kaziarl demanded. “People revere the name of Kirk, the great and honorable warrior who avenged Gorkons death and saved Azetbur. They cheer the name of Picard, the Arbiter of Succession to Gorkon. Even Worf, who was raised by humans, has respect in the council. But I, who was raised a warrior, and looked down upon. Even after all the battles I fought during the war.”

“No one is doubting your accomplishments Kaziarl,” the old warrior barked back, silencing his adopted son. “But the council would not look kindly on me letting another outsider into my House.”
“He deserves it,” Kaziarl replied more forcefully.

His father was silent for what seemed to Kaziarl like an eternity before he spoke again.

“Very well,” he said reluctantly before locking his eyes on Kaziarl. “But! To be a recognized member of this house, children must go through the Right of Ascension. So must he.”

“Yes Father, Qapla’.”

“Qapla’ my son.”

The screen switched to the crest of the Klingon Empire, then the UFP before finally going dark. As Kaziarl stood there he felt like he had won a great victory, and yet…

Exactly how do you convince someone to go through the Right of Ascension?

“Computer, please inform Mr. Salazar that I’d like to speak to him.”

The computer acknowledged and sent his message. Who know when he would hear from Salazar, but in the mean time he had other duties. It was time for the final inspection before he signed off on the shakedown for the Hesparus.

<tag nick, but we can pick it up after the next one starts. I leave it up to you.>

[ShadowChampion]

Hunter changed his toothpick as he watched a regiment of Marines train on the Marine Holodeck. Within the month, Haven had gotten nearly 100 new marines fresh from the Academy. However, 20 of them before the end of the month had requested transfers. Why?...

Two more marines got gunned down by holo enemy soldiers. Hunter signaled the program to stop and walked out of his observation post.
"You got dead again. You keep doing the same mistake over and over..." He crossed his arms at the marines on the ground.
"...you maybe in a atompshere where you can't be killed now. But you be dumb enough to make the same mistake in real live combat." His voice showed irritation growing. He looked around the room.
"Trainning on the holodeck is not a game. It a warzone and it will be treated as a Warzone, do you understand me?!" He shouted.
"Sir, Yes Sir!" The marines shouted in acknowelegment.

"Are you prepared to convince me that this is an actual combat situration?!"
"Sir, Yes sir!"

"Then stop horsing around! Line at start and do it again and get it right." Hunter said before turning around back to his observation point as the marines got up and ran back to their starting positions.

In truth, Hunter had seemed to be in a fouler mood the past couple of days. He had got a package from Earth, addressed from his next door neabor back home. A PADD and wedding band and ring, was all Hunter needed to know that it was over. He didn't even care to look at the PADD, which was accidently moved to Kenta's desk amongst some of the reports over the month. Since then, he's been giving some harsh trainning to the marines, altho, staying in bounds with what he orginally taught them in basics.

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Meanwhile, Hunter's female counterpart, Mars, walked along the hallways of the station. She had just got done with her round of patrol. She had some padds in her hands, mentally organizing the fighters into squadrens. She did so in a matter of thought, that the sense of awareness wasn't with her and she bumped right into someone.

[Mevynn]

Originally Posted by ShadowChampion

Meanwhile, Hunter's female counterpart, Mars, walked along the hallways of the station. She had just got done with her round of patrol. She had some padds in her hands, mentally organizing the fighters into squadrens. She did so in a matter of thought, that the sense of awareness wasn't with her and she bumped right into someone.

Thinking of the reports she still had to go through in her office, Kate took the turn in the corridor. The next moment she bumped into someone and she heard some padds falling on the ground. She picked up a couple of them and handed them over to the young woman that stood in front of her. "I appologize, I wasn't paying attention."

< tags Mars >

[Kaziarl]

Lt. Kaziarl made his way to the Hesperus and straight for engineering. To an engineer, this was the control center of the ship. While the orders might come from the bridge, engineering was where everything happened; and without it, nothing happened.

Everything was clean now, pristine. The Hesperus had what he had once heard referred to as that “New car smell.” And she was a damn site better looking than when they had salvaged her.

“Andrews,” he called as he walked up to the main console. “Status?”

“Everything’s ready sir,” she replied as she called up various displays. “Shields and weapons ready for pre-flight tests, antigrav and life support running at peak efficiency, the only thing left to do is fire up the core.”

“Alright, start the pre-ignition sequence,” he ordered as he pressed the comm. panel. “Haven Control, this is Lt. Kaziarl on board the Hesperus, requesting permission to activate the Hesperus warp core. And please inform whomever Captain Williams has found to place in command in case they’d like to be here.”

<tag anyone. trying to space it out so I have something to do, but essentially she's ready for her shakedown.>

[ShadowChampion]

Mars picked herself up as well as the padds that landed behind her.
"I'm sorry I wasn't paying much attention ether." Mars said, looking up at the female she bumped into. She spied her collar that shouted Commander and her uniform beared the red stripe showing she was one of the main Gears running Haven.
"My apologises Commander, I should watch out where I was going" She said, her voice still in lax but showing respect, just like her father.

[Lupe]

“Haven Control, this is Lt. Kaziarl on board the Hesperus, requesting permission to activate the Hesperus warp core. And please inform whomever Captain Williams has found to place in command in case they’d like to be here.”

=/\= Hesperus, this is Haven Main OPS, acknowledged, permission granted. We will inform Marine Captain Kenta Amadahy, and good luck. =/\=

The young OOW adjusted his comm, =/\= Main OPS to Marine Captain Kenta Amadahy we were asked to inform you that the warp core of the USS Hesperus is about to be brought on line if you would like to attend. =/\=

[Mevynn]

Originally Posted by ShadowChampion

Mars picked herself up as well as the padds that landed behind her.
"I'm sorry I wasn't paying much attention ether." Mars said, looking up at the female she bumped into. She spied her collar that shouted Commander and her uniform beared the red stripe showing she was one of the main Gears running Haven.
"My apologises Commander, I should watch out where I was going" She said, her voice still in lax but showing respect, just like her father.

"No apologies needed. I wasn't paying attention myself. I hope you didn't get hurt," Kate asked with some concern. "I'm Kate Mevynn by the way," she introduced herself.


tags Mars

[Linette Geraud]

Vance Burgess walked by the various shops on the promenade, looking for something. He had always prided himself on good instincts, and being able to see an opportunity just by walking past a business; and out here, so far from most standard shipping lines… Well, a business needs goods to sell, right?

There was the Ferangi bar, which was fairly empty at the moment. Although Vance had a feeling that the Ferangi likely had half the ships in the sector working for him.

I’ll check here some other time, he thought as he kept walking.

Then there was Flight of the Never Never’s, some sort of special holodeck establishment.

Not much they would need shipped, since holoprograms can be sent over subspace.

He walked a bit farther, seeing various storefronts. Tailors, antiques, there was even a pharmacy. None of them really caught his eye at first, but then one did make him stop.

Forsythe's Handicrafts and Whimsies; a small store that seemed to be out of the way, but yet felt to be exactly where it should be. Vance felt drawn to the entrance, more curious as to what might be in the store than anything else. The store itself felt familiar, reminding him of one back home. Even the smell brought back memories of his younger days.

“Hello?” he said tentatively as he stood in the doorway. “Are you open?”

The bell rang merrily letting Anthony and Maria know that they had company, and came out from the back room, Maria was carrying a teapot in one hand and in the other she was holding a plate of small cakes.

"Ah hello good Sir yes we're open, welcome to our shop. You're just in time as we were getting ready to have some tea and cakes." Anthony stated, and motioned towards a corner where two tables were set up with several chairs placed about them. Both the tables and chairs looked like they were made by hand with a sort of rustic air about them.

"Or if you are not in the mood for tea, you may browse about the store while we partake of our tea." Anthony remarked, his eyes a sparkling hazel and a warm smile which crossed his somewhat weathered face. The man was tall and lean wearing a white shirt which seemed to be straight out of the medieval ages, his brown pants looked homespun and his knee high boots seemed to be made of leather.

"I'm Anthony and that lovely woman over there is Maria, "nodding towards her, who brushed back her reddish brown hair when attention was drawn to her and smiled.

"It's a pleasure to meet you sir," Vance replied as he offered his hand. "My name is Vance Burgess, and I'm actually not hear to browse. In fact I've come with a business proposal."

The tea smelled wonderful, although he couldn't place what kind it was. Perhaps Earl Grey?

"And actually, a cup of tea sounds simply delightful. Do you perhaps have two sugars to go with it? Real sugar, not the replicated kind?"

"Indeed we do have the real sugar, and yes it is Earl Grey." Maria answered while Anthony shook the proffered hand.

"Come, lets hear your business proposal while we have some tea." Anthony said leading the way to where Maria was just sitting down.


Vance sat across from them, gratefully taking the cup when it was offered to him. He stayed silent for a moment, taking in the aroma, feeling the steam fill his nasal passages. His grandmother had always told him that you must never rush tea, and the entire universe can simply wait while you properly enjoy it.

After a moment he set the cup down and looked across the table, smiling at the two individuals who were showing more hospitality then he had seen in quite some time.

"I am the captain of the CSV; ah, thats Civilian Salvage Vessel; the CSV Sonoma. But, in this area of space there is little need of my services. So, I'm looking to broaden my horizons to include shipment of whatever people might need. I was inquiring to know if you might be interested in such an arrangement, Mr... I'm sorry, I assume it to be Forsythe?"

Funny, now why does that suddenly sound familiar? he wondered.

"Yes, Forsythe and please, Call me Anthony." He said "Ane me wife likes to be called Maria as well, instead of Mrs."

Maria nodded. "Indeed I do" she said with a nod.

"I would be grateful for your services." Anthony answered "It would be nice to acquire the things we need to put our goods together, and then have it distributed to those who like our work."

"Wonderful," he replied. "It seems I've picked the right shop to start off with. All I'll need is a list of what you require. Although I might be pretty familiar with most of it."

Vance looked around the shop, taking in the familiar smells. He even half expected a black cat to appear out of nowhere, like the one in his home town on Earth. There were candles and incense, jewelry, figurines of unicorns and dragons. Even a small one of a faerie, many tiny colored stones shattering the light in all directions.

"Excuse me," he said as the small figure reminded him of something. "You wouldn't by chance know a young lass named Cerys would you?"

"Well yes we do know Cerys, she's a friend of our daughter Lena.I take it you've met her." Anthony answered giving Vance a thorough looking over.

He didn't remmember Cerys mentioning meeting Vance but then again Cerys has been rather busy as of late working with the engineers repairing the damage done to the base. He also didn't know if Cerys had revealed her other self to this man. It all depended on Cerys if she wished to or not. Most times Cerys rather Lena, made certain to keep her different selves in seperate lives.

"When did you meet her?" Maria asked eager to hear any news of Cerys.
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"Hmm... A few days ago?" he replied thoughtfully. "I was singing while I was exploring some of the less used corridors, and it coaxed her into the open."

"That is something that draws the lovely Cerys out." Anthony replied. "She loves singing and dancing which makes her feel very much alive."

"And she is very full of life indeed," he said with a kind smile. "I enjoyed my conversation with her."

"Well if you happen to see her before we do, please let her know that we met you. and we are going to be working together." Anthony said with a very pleased expression on his face. Then the thought occurred to Anthony.

"Where do you hail from?" he asked and Maria asked. "What song did you sing for Cerys?"

"I'm from Ireland actually, in a round-about way," he replied. "My clan had at one time immigrated from Ireland to North America, then many generations later after the last world war they moved back."

Vance took another sip of tea, letting it flow down the back of his throat.

"And if memory serves, I was singing 'A rocky road to Dublin.'"

"Oh lovely song that is, we're from Scotland so we're in a sense neighbors inspite of water seperating us." Maria answered. "More tea? And would you like a cake?"

"Your hospitality has been to kind already m'lady," Vance replied gratefully. "But I should probably meet with the other shop owners, and I certainly cannot deliver your message sitting here eating cake and drinking your wonderful tea."

Vance stood up and turned to them both, straightening them both as he bowed ever-so slightly.

"Another time perhaps."

Maria smiled and nodded, "Please come back again, I'd love to hear some of your songs" she said.

Anthony walked Vance to the door, then shook his hand. "It was a treat for us to have you come, and thank you."

JP bye Kaziarl and the Forsythes