Maximum Velocity

Posted on 26 Mar 2013 @ 9:37am by

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Mission: Episode 03 - Frontier
Location: USS Galileo: Holodeck 1
Timeline: MD5 1130

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Well, this was the first time in forever that Maenad woke up with a smile on her face. It wasn't that she normally awoke unhappy, but that she had no particular reason to wake up beaming about anything. She usually got out of bed having no feeling at all, as a matter of fact, so today when she was more than a little excited, she caught herself smiling and was glad for it. She had asked Liyar to play Velocity with her and he (was it surprising?) had said yes. Maenad hadn't played Velocity with a real person in years, and she now she would be able to. Maybe, she thought, they could even make a regular thing out of it.

Because the twelve-hour away mission to the M-class moon was not until 1300, Maenad had the morning free to herself. She'd trained with Liyar early that morning, then went over some of Pendleton's data on the previous day's away mission. She was feeling tired, though, and went back to sleep for a few hours before getting up for a second time around ten. She ate a second breakfast, more than just the single piece of toast she'd had at 0500, and then played around with her piano for a bit. She then went to her bedroom and put on a pair of red athletic shorts and a white t-shirt, both almost as tight as her skin. "Maenad to Liyar, I'm ready for our game, if you are," she said after she'd attached the commbadge above her breast.

Liyar was in his office, working. He had been told that his morning was to be more low-key, but with Coleman's departure, he had been put in charge of the support department. He was taking the additional time to ensure everything was running properly. Coleman had to do a lot of paperwork. It was exceedingly dull. Maenad's message broke the monotony. He arched an eyebrow and tapped his back. "I shall be there momentarily," he responded, even though he knew he should probably have finished his report. It truly was an exercise in indolence. He gave up trying with a defeated slump and rose from his desk.

He appeared through the holodeck doors several minutes later changed into a black T-shirt and pants. He spotted her near the center of the room. "I must admit to some surprise that you have an affinity for this game," he admitted, and he sounded genuinely puzzled. In fact, she'd very clearly been afraid of the phaser. Perhaps it was a difference in mindset. This only puzzled him more. A phaser was a phaser. Still, she had suggested it, so he could only assume she had some skill, which would be refreshing. He did not know many Vulcans who were familiar with the game. He and his brother had grown up playing it, adopting their own highly dangerous version out in the desert after watching broadcasts on holovid. After childhood, Neo had moved on to other things, and Liyar as a result sorely lacked an opponent of sufficient talent for many years. On the plus side he'd come to learn that Maenad rarely enjoyed doing anything she was terrible at, so that this was her idea was enough assurance for him. His own challenges were less physical. Years of phaser training and physical fitness training were on his side, but those weren't enough to win at Velocity. It was a game of intuition, response, anticipation. Despite being technically off duty, Liyar had a pair of heavy graded psi monitors over his wrists, to dampen her mental presence. This meant the game would be played in an entirely foreign way to him, relying on physical cues, instead of mental ones. He was looking forward to the challenge.

"It surprises you?" Maenad asked. She was leaning against the wall with her hands clasped on her lap and staring at the floor when Liyar came in. Without her uniform and in her form-fitting training clothes, Maenad looked somehow larger and smaller. She looked taller because of her long bare legs and she looked thinner without the bulk of her uniform. No part of her shape was disguised. She smiled as she pushed herself away from the wall and stepped toward him. "Are you any good?"

"You did not seem overly enthusiastic about handling a phaser this morning," Liyar pointed out. He was watching her with his usual brand of unabashed scrutiny and came to a stop just in front of her. "In my experience, yes," he answered her question without any modesty. "But I have never faced a Terran opponent. You played this, in a school?"

"I did," she nodded. "I was on the Velocity team at university. And I used to play with friends, too," she added with a shrug. "I haven't played a real person for years, though, so you'll have to go easy on me," her eyes shone with a hidden sarcasm. She didn't expect Liyar to have to go easy on her at all because she expected to win. She usually played at level sixteen to eighteen on a twenty level scale. It was then that she noticed that Liyar seemed to be distracted with something. Had she gotten jam on herself? Maenad looked down her chest and then to her shorts, but saw nothing. "What's the problem?" she asked, genuinely confused.

Liyar continued staring, but tilted his head to regard her sideways when she spoke once more. "To what problem do you refer?"

Maenad narrowed her eyes at him, a sly grin at her lips' corners. "What are you looking at?" She looked down again, twisting herself. "Is there something on me?"

This time, Liyar did arch an eyebrow at her. "I do not understand." He leaned over as though to inspect her. "What thing do you believe is on you?" he repeated her phrasing dryly.

"Forget it," she sighed, starting to feel awkward. She glanced down at his wrists and then frowned. "Why are you wearing your psi clamps?" she lifted his right hand to inspect it briefly before letting go.

Liyar blinked. Sometimes, Maenad did the strangest things. "One, because there is a potential for me to mirror you instead of play against you, which would put me at an unfair disadvantage," he explained. That had happened with Kiri, which had resulted in losing a chess match in less than ten minutes for no discernible reason. "And two, because if that does not happen, then I will likely absorb you and it will be to your unfair disadvantage. Like you, I will be relying on physical cues rather than mental ones."

"Absorb me?" she gawked with a laugh. "I don't think so." Maenad turned around and walked toward the centre of the holodeck. "Computer, load a game of Velocity. Start at level one. Advance a level after either player accumulates three points. One Type-II hand phaser." The phaser materialised on the floor in front of her, which she crouched down to pick up. The disc appeared frozen in midair between them.

"Alright, Liyar," she smiled, giving a dramatic curtsy and bow, "Absorb me, then," was her cue for him to start the game.

"Tarayek han-yren." A small black phaser appeared in his hand and he backed away. He hadn't deigned to reply to her taunting, which was more amusing than anything. The disc shot outward toward him, and barely batting an eyelid, he fired it back toward her, flicking his wrist outward to give its trajectory a mild arc. At this level the disc didn't move very quickly and Maenad was easily able to shoot it as she put some distance between them. Liyar darted to the side to place his aim toward the side and depressed the trigger, sending a stream of energy into the disc once more, sending it upward, hoping to clip her on the ascent. The disc sailed on past her and whirled around back toward her.

Maenad smiled as she outdid Liyar's attempt to score on her. As the disc came back again she maneuvered to shoot it from the side, causing it to start spinning wildly toward the wall at a much greater speed. The first levels always started too slowly; she was trying to get things moving at her own pace. The disc ricocheted off the wall, as she had hoped, and was now coming toward the Vulcan quickly, and from a difficult side angle.

The disc may have been moving faster, but its trajectory wasn't subject to randomized elements and it was still on the first level. Liyar kicked off of the wall he was standing near, avoiding the hit by sending himself backward. He landed on his left leg and fired a straight shot in front of him to send the disc down and away. This nearly halted its trajectory but it quickly recovered and he ducked under it to avoid being hit again. He let it follow him until it was directly in the pathway of Maenad once again and fired it back toward her. Because he didn't have the benefit of his telepathy, his plays were much more straightforward than hers, sending the disc toward her in straight lines rather than playing with angles. He found it was more difficult to estimate and was playing defensively until he could figure out her probable reactions.

Maenad returned each shot of the disc that came from him. Velocity needed a certain agility as much as it demanded accuracy, and Maenad's training as a professional ballet dancer gave her a surprising advantage. Even though Liyar was persistent in slowing the disc from the higher speeds Maenad forced it to go, she was relentless. When Maenad shot it toward the wall or from the sides and edges, he kept shooting right in the middle of it and in predictable and boring straight lines.

After several minutes, Maenad could feel her body's warmth and the light film of sweat on her neck and shoulders. She wiped at her forehead, smiling as she breathed. "Computer, pause," she said. The volleying was fun, of course, but Maenad wasn't feeling the competition. "All right, Liyar," she grinned, "Let's jump a few levels, why don't we? This is too slow."

"Agreed," Liyar nodded toward her. His hair was a little out of place, but he didn't show any particular signs of physical exertion, breathing at the same even pace as before. He shot it back toward her unsubtly once more.

"Level ten," she said with a challenging sparkle in her eyes. She watched the Vulcan for some kind of response. He gave none. "Ready?" It wasn't so much a question as much as it was her telling him they were starting. "Resume." The disc hovered in midair in the centre of the room; Maenad shot it from her distance of several metres away, sending it flying in Liyar's direction at many times the speed as before.

The disc instantly sped toward Liyar, and he ducked under it and out of its way. It pursued him, speeding up of its own volition. He spun out of its course and fired a shot over his shoulder. The disc jetted past and swerved behind him. He whirled about but it passed through him, affording her the full point. He set his jaw and switched to a two-handed grip on the phaser, sliding the energy slot up and discharging a full blast at the disc up toward the ceiling. It bounced off and careened down directly above Maenad's head.

Maenad watched with a competitive smile. She didn't notice that she was biting her lips or occasionally forcing her tongue against the backs of her teeth. The game now forced her full concentration, and she was now having to engage with him. She'd forced him to play more properly, now, just like she wanted him. The disc came off the ceiling, its speed accelerating all the while. She'd seen exactly what he did as soon as he'd positioned the phaser to give it a steep ascent, and knew that she would have to move. By the time the disc was upon her, she'd just managed to jump to the side - if it were a higher level, she would have had to have made a dive. It bounced off the floor right where her feet had just been and she shot as it ricocheted to about the height of where her shoulders had been. When it spiraled off in Liyar's direction she let out a pleasurable laugh, pleased with her performance and with her denial of what Liyar had probably thought was a certain point.

Liyar knew he was at the disadvantage here. She had experience playing holographic Velocity, and she had experience in this environment, with this set of programming. He quit pretending as though he did, and began to envision it differently. Rather than playing Velocity, it became a training exercise. Unpredictable. Foreign. Liyar kept his hands the way they were after that, and delivered his shots with far more precision and focus than earlier. His volleys became quicker and successive, until it seemed as though the sooner she hit it back to him, the sooner it was already returning to her. Unfortunately for him, while her first point had been her only point so far, he'd yet to score on her. At that point his plays were still relatively straight and narrow. During the next few volleys he ended up back against the wall after she shot it toward him. He was about four meters away from it and it was heading his way. Instead of ducking, he stayed where he was until it was two and a half meters and fired a shot. He caught it on the edge and it started backwards. He could have let it go there, but instead he shot it again. The disc flipped into the wall as though by accident, but the look on his face suggested otherwise. It bounced off of one side, hit the other and raced to her again, revealing the purposeful intent behind his action. It wasn't moving in a straight line either which made it more difficult to fire at it.

"Yes!" she half-shouted, impressed with the way he was now playing. The higher level forced his monotonous moves to change, and with it she had to adapt to his new playing style. The first several rallies were awkward as she adjusted. She moved like a furious dancer, leaping and ducking, twirling, and everything else. She was smiling, too, because she was playing with a person and not a pretend one. After several more minutes went by at level ten, the speed of the disc seemed to slow rather than speed up, but it was only because she was getting used to the new level. As more time went by, Liyar made an unexpected move that forced Maenad to get unconventional. It was headed straight for him and it seemed as though she were about to score yet again, which relaxed her muscles more than she should have. She looked away for a second, preparing to get herself in the ready position for the next start, but that's what he shot the disc and she realised that she had to defend herself. She sprang back into action but was too late, and in her haste to regain those second fragments she'd lost she fired and missed. She instinctively ducked and shielded the side of her head with her elbow, where the disc would have struck. The computer beeped, signalling a point for Liyar.

Maenad sighed loudly. "It's about time," she teased with a smile, but then offered a weak justification. "You caught me off-guard. Shall we raise another few levels?"

Liyar shifted his left shoulder and tilted his head to the side dismissively at her 'justification'. She had underestimated him. Good. He adjusted his hands on the phaser and switched a setting at the side. "Yes," he answered her, tracking her movements calmly.

"Computer, level fifteen," she grinned. The computer chirped its acknowledgement. "Ready?" Again, it was her telling him they were starting. She shot the disc which had reappeared in the centre of the room, sending it toward him at now an even faster speed than before, then put as much distance between herself and Liyar as she could.

Liyar ended up running under the disc and firing over his shoulder again. He hit it, but being on one of the higher levels, it didn't do anything to dissuade the disc from its target. Him. It raced up due to the shot and spun following his movements. He fired a shot at it again but missed as the disc swerved and then barreled forward, catching him through the leg as he tried to move to the side. He gritted his teeth and once it reappeared in front of him he fired it directly at the floor, bouncing it at her forcefully.

Maenad laughed again as she scored another point. "Computer, pause. What is that?" she asked, "Three to one? Four to one?" Maenad walked round to their restarting positions and took up her stance. "Begin," she said, making the disc reappear in the middle. "You start this time," she called to him. She couldn't help but smirk; it seemed to her that despite all of Liyar's supposed logic, he didn't like falling behind. "We can go back down a few levels, if you want," she offered.

Liyar's expression was stony and unmoving, but his ears were drawn back irately under his hair. Never tease a Vulcan. "Computer, level twenty." Immediately after he fired, he shot the disc unobtrusively at the ceiling again, but instead of it falling on Maenad's head, it hit the wall behind her and then aimed at a spot at her lower back.

Maenad began to mouth the word what as the initial confusion of what was going on began to wash over her. She didn't have time to think about it, though, as the disc literally rocketed toward her. It missed, but panged against wall behind her. By some miracle, she managed to get out of the way by an instinctive lurch to the side. The disc continued off back in Liyar's direction, but it was still her turn to shoot. It was already coming back at her by the time she'd positioned herself. She moved quickly, managing to get off a single shot. It struck the disc, only deflecting it enough to avoid from smashing into her chest. At least it was his turn now to deal with his problem.

It zig-zagged through the room and Liyar waited, still and motionless, calculating the speed and trajectory of the disc until he determined it would spiral upward rather than straight. As soon as it pivoted from its original course he laid a stream of fire just in front of it. By the time the energy discharge completed, the disc was right where he wanted it and it impacted, sending it spinning back toward her.

Maenad never played level twenty even against computers, and the highest she had ever gone was nineteen. Twenty was just too much and way too fast. The disc came at her and struck her in the shoulder before she could hardly move, much less aim. The computer struck a chord for Liyar's point, but Maenad's smile dissipated rather quickly. "What's your problem?" she asked, clearly upset, dropping her hands to her sides.

"Do you wish to return to a previous level?" Liyar asked, arching an eyebrow from across the room. The shoe was rather sore on the other foot, it seemed.

Under raised eyebrows, Maenad hung her jaw. "Alright," she said. "Let's see how you like it. I'll go first this time." The computer put the disc back in midair between them. Maenad took aim after she'd turned around and readied herself again. The person who shot first automatically had the advantage of the serve, and that was why she had lost so quickly; it was almost impossible to overcome a level twenty serve, for her anyway. She set her determined eyes on Liyar for a moment, her jaw gravely set, and she ripped out a beam of energy from the phaser. It struck the disc and it set off in the blink of an eye toward the floor. She'd fired so the disc would make a steep descent and then an equally steep ascent toward him. If he didn't move quickly enough, and if she'd calculated correctly, the disc would hit him somewhere between his neck and chin.

Without even thinking, Liyar twisted so his head was out of the way and struck out with his elbow as though to bat the disc away. His own instincts being much more self-preservation oriented than Velocity oriented had resulted in his rather obvious blunder. It happily floated on through, affording her the point. He blinked toward the ceiling. She was now only two points away from winning. He backed up and leaned forward, knees bent slightly, before firing his next shot from a distance.

The disc came hurtling toward her, but this time she was able to move out of the way just in time. She shot the disc from behind as it banged off the wall and away from her, causing the disc to bounce upward. At this point, the disc rose and hit the ceiling, smashed into the side wall to her right, deflected off the floor, and careened into Liyar's side. It was her serve again, and Maenad was able to pull off two more points within the next minute, just by sheer advantage of being at level twenty and being the first one to shoot.

The computer chirped. "Game over. Five points, Maenad. Two points, Liyar. Winner Maenad."

Maenad wiped her forehead on her arm, letting the phaser disappear from her grasp. As she caught her breath she put her hands on her hips and looked at Liyar who was standing on the other side of the room. She didn't care what he said; he was furious. She smirked, holding her ground. She had never seen Liyar quite like this and wasn't sure what to expect. "Good game," she breathed.

Liyar held his hand up as the phaser disappeared and he straightened up, as though attempting to regain some sort of dignity after his rather humiliating defeat. "For you," he conceded blandly.

Maenad frowned and walked up to him. Was that a sulk she was detecting? Her eyes looked dark and heavy as she came within feet of him. "For me?" she said. "Oh come on," she nudged him, tilting her head, and offered her hand.

He eyed her hand in confusion, wondering why she was gesturing at him. He held out his own hand mostly in uncertainty. With that it looked like his apparent 'fury' evaporated, leaving way only for puzzlement. "Do we not already know one another?" he asked, genuinely boggled.

She laughed and shook his hand. "This is what you do, Liyar, after friendly competition. You shake your opponent's hand as sign of good faith and respect."

"I see," he replied, but he wasn't sure that he did. Nevertheless, he shook her hand lightly, like he was afraid of hurting her. He didn't know if he was supposed to let go, so he just stood there. "How is it that you were able to circumvent the last hits?" he asked after a while, curiously.

"Oh," she let go of his hand. "I don't know, really," she admitted. Maenad never thought about how she played. Especially at that speed and level. "A combination of luck and intuition," she supposed. Some of Liyar's wavy hair had come out of place, so she reached up and fixed it between two fingers, then straightened the sides near his temples, her green eyes paying careful attention for any other strays. "There," she whispered, barely audible.

Liyar was about to respond, but instead was hit with a flash of her thoughts and feelings as she stepped closer. The psi-clamps meant nothing, they were as good as paper. Tiny thrums of friendship. Surprise. Comfort. These were familiar, a mixture of alien and unexpectedly familiar. But there were new ones, under her fingertips. Affection, attraction. He blinked repetitively against her fingers and moved his hand up and under hers, as though to push it away. The lightning surge of pause stopped him from completing the movement. He met her eyes, a strangely intense look on his face, resting his hand instead at her wrist. He could feel her pulse fluttering madly against his thumb.

Maenad didn't know what came over her but she suddenly felt weightless. There was a tickle in her throat and behind her eyes; she suddenly became very aware of her shoulders and elbows, her fingertips. Her neck and cheeks flourished as she withdrew her fingers from his hairline, tracing them down his cheek. She closed her eyes and gave him one soft kiss on the lips, carefully keeping his head in place with her fingertips and touched the side of his waist with the other hand, only enough for him to know that it was there. She held it for only a few seconds, softly breathed out through her nostrils against him, and withdrew. She removed her hand from his cheek and stepped back, as she slipped the hand at his waist behind her back. Her eyes slowly opened as she withdrew, her green irises darted back and forth between his. She opened her mouth to apologise, it was the only thing she could think to say, but she couldn't speak.

He felt her intent, a fraction of a second before she moved. He should have stepped away, but he found himself rooted to the ground. He didn't offer any response, still as a lake. She'd unceremoniously trudged up a boulder and tossed it in, unsettling waves outward and below. It hit bottom and for a second his hand tightened over her wrist, warm against cold. Before it was done, she was gone. He stepped back, dropping his hands to his sides.

"I..." she stammered. She blinked several times. Her eyes looked at the middle of his chest, then to his arm, then past him to the black and yellow blur that made the wall. "Liyar, I..." she suddenly felt as though she could cry. She had ruined everything. What had she done. How could she. Her only friend, her confidant, the only person she felt comfortable with. Her mouth still hung wide open, trying to find words to justify what she'd done, but she found nothing. Emptiness. Shame. To be so carnal, to be so out of control. Lirha, Zaren, Liyar. He was different. No, she was different. She was the one who was confused. She was empty, so very empty. And now, she would be emptier. And why, for what. Because she lacked the ability to control herself. Because, despite all the things she was known for, despite her bland coolness, her apparent disinterest in everything and everyone, her cold and almost sexless outward appearance, beneath it all she was so repressed that she could never hold back her most primitive, her animal desire. And now, because of her own repressiveness and denials she had never realised she'd had, she had, in an instant, made probably one of the single biggest mistakes of her entire life.

Her head was still forward, but her eyes had by now burned a hole through the wall. Her cheeks were a little red, but nowhere near the redness they should have been, and her mouth now hung open. She licked her lips quickly. Only seconds had passed. Her hands had found themselves in her lap. She picked ferociously at the cuticle of her hidden thumb. She could say nothing. She couldn't move. Maenad knew the doors were behind her, but she couldn't get herself to leave.

For a brief moment, Liyar looked almost hunched, vulnerable with his hands limply hanging at his sides before he recovered and clasped them behind his back. Confusion. That much was evident. The rest was fog, roiling thickly through his mind, turning his cognitive processes into soup. He recalled rage, anger. Frustration, at any mention or hint of sexuality. This was strangely absent now. He wasn't able to analyze it any further, and he could feel her new emotions creating their own haze of fear and shame and hatred. He set his own aside. He knew he should be angry, if he even should feel at all, but he didn't think he had the ability to feel anything now. He was, ironically, a perfect Vulcan. His brain had shorted out. Dumbly, he spoke. "You kissed me." He said it like it was some kind of new scientific discovery, unheard of until now. "Are you all right?"

"I'm sorry, Liyar," she said. "I didn't mean to, I just, well, I wasn't thinking and, well," she chewed her upper lip nervously. She scratched the back of her neck. She didn't even know what she was saying anymore. "Well, I should go now. I have to get ready for the mission this afternoon." Maenad took a step backward, still in disbelief with herself.

He could vaguely sense as his mind began working again and it decided it was entirely unhappy with this situation, the disconcerting, arrested sense of something being lost. But he couldn't figure it out. "No. I do not understand. You are upset. You believe," he gestured in an attempt to explain the waves in the air, "that things are ruined. Emptiness and coldness." He listed her emotions as best he could. "What have I done." He could not really conceive of what else it could be. He had the feeling he did not comprehend at all, so it was his ignorance, that had caused this, which had created the situation, it must have been, it always was.

Maenad shrunk. She held up her hands to stop him, to try and reassure him. "You?" she asked. "You didn't do anything," Maenad said, confused. "I did." She narrowed her eyes and paused for a moment. "You mean, you're not unhappy that I did that?"

Liyar shrugged. "I do not understand why you have done it." Happy or unhappy. Binary emotional states. But he was a Vulcan, and it was not so binary for him. His mind rebelled, and refused to react, threatening to show a rather damning picture. It was only an empathic response. The restless, impulsive energy that usually eluded him settled itself in his bones, an uncomfortable awareness that had been absent for months, agitated and dormant pins and needles under his fingertips and in his chest. It was residual empathy. "I do not give and retract friendship arbitrarily, Maenad. If I have offended you, then I would know why."

"Liyar," Maenad said, her embarrassment subsiding into frustration, "you have not offended me!" she exclaimed. "I don't know why I did it. I like you. You've shown me how much I mean to you. I like spending time with you. You are my friend, and you make me feel, I don't know, special. Maybe even loved in some way." She stepped back toward him, cutting the distance she'd made. "I have had difficulty balancing my emotions lately," she added. "Please, forgive me. It will not happen again."

"Then you believe, that your actions have somehow damaged me." She was being honest, which was what he always preferred. His own brand of honesty was more blunt. "I do not know how to act, when I am with you. My instincts, may not always be right. Friendship with you is truly alien to me. Your culture is very different from mine. But I have found it worthwhile. We are both alien to one another. It is not incomprehensible to expect there to be, missteps, as you have well noted, and been patient with mine." He un-knitted his fingers again. "It is all right."

Maenad wasn't sure what to do or say anymore. But she had ruined her fun, that much was certain. She felt like an idiot, but Liyar telling her that it was all right and that things were still fine, that he still wanted to be her friend and repair any damage she thought was done, it made her feel a little better. She gave him a gentle smile, still subtly gnawing her lips, and then lifted her head. "Okay," she exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking her head with embarrassment. "I was just... caught up in, I don't know. I didn't mean to, honestly; it didn't mean anything. I just, well, I was just not thinking, Liyar," she stepped backward. "Thank you for playing with me. I had fun. It was nice." She took another few steps back. "We should play again some time."

He wasn't really sure what it was supposed to mean in the first place. "Yes," he agreed, and didn't step forward this time to stop her, since her desire to leave as quickly as possible was a neon sign over her head pointing at the door. "We shall do so," he said instead, with his usual brand of confidence.

"Good," she smiled, stepped back some more. "Good, I will see you in the shuttlebay for the away mission later," she said, then turned around and walked as quickly as she could out of the holodeck while trying not to look like she was in a hurry.

Liyar shook his head and blinked several times to himself. He wasn't dense. He knew, that in many species, her behavior had displayed a specific intent. But that didn't explain the sudden emotional collapse. Had he done something to precipitate it? He could not think how. He had been attempting to understand human friendship. Adapting, relating. He frowned to the wall. Ruining what? Why? Still dazed, he walked out of the holodeck behind her several minutes later.

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Lieutenant (JG) Maenad Panne
Chief Science Officer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant (JG) Liyar
Diplomatic Officer, VDF/SDD
USS Galileo

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