> > "I would be glad to try Federation cuisine. A human I once met had a great > affinity for... what did she call it, tacos? Perhaps a tacos is on the > menu?" > > "That can be arranged.", Moore said as he looked to a steward. Giving him the word to make sure that tacos were presented to the T'remea. > > "What is your history, Captain?" > > "Not much to tell, I'm afraid. I have been in Starfleet since secondary school. Enlisted at 18 years of age, and worked my way up. You could say that Starfleet is my home and family. I've been serving on all sorts of craft in all capacities over my career. Not much in the way of diplomacy, I'm afraid. How am I doing so far?"
"Captain, you've proved quite the gracious host thus far," the T'remea said with a small smile, "Actually, Venasians always choose one vocation and stay with it for their lifetimes. So your position is quite worthy of respect among my people, Captain." (response) In a few minutes the steward brought out tacos. All three Venasians - the T'remea, cultural liason, and the captain - came over to examine the platter. Dolari, making a massively adventurous gesture, gingerly picked one up. Then she looked askance at the human captain, as if to inquire how in the name of all the spirits of the entire Venasian mythos she was to eat this. -S _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
