Spills and Brews

Posted on 08/30/2023 @ 8:43am by Rear Admiral Thomas Rice

593 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Pages...
Location: Promenade, Starbase 50

In the bustling corridors of Poseidon Station, Liv Quinn navigated through the labyrinth of activity with practiced ease. The polished floors echoed the hurried footsteps of Starfleet personnel, diplomats, and travelers from various corners of the galaxy. Having recently been assigned as the Federation Representative and Ambassador for the newly created Carlson Rift, Liv's arrival at Poseidon Station marked the beginning of a new chapter in her diplomatic career.

With her auburn hair neatly pulled back and her clothing impeccable, Liv exuded an air of composed confidence. Her hazel eyes, a mixture of blue and green like the seas of Earth, surveyed her surroundings as she made her way to her designated quarters. Poseidon Station, situated near the rift, was a hub of interstellar activity and diplomacy, a perfect environment for someone of Liv's expertise.

As she turned a corner, her path unexpectedly collided with another figure. The impact sent Liv stumbling backward, her well-practiced grace faltering for a moment. She found herself on the ground, a mixture of surprise and mild embarrassment flickering across her features.

"I'm so sorry!" a voice exclaimed with genuine concern.

Liv looked up to find a man extending his hand toward her, his expression a mixture of remorse and embarrassment. Before her stood a tall and commanding figure, his uniform denoting a high-ranking officer. She couldn't help but notice his intense blue eyes, eyes that momentarily revealed a hint of vulnerability.

Gathering her poise, Liv accepted his hand and rose to her feet. "No harm done," she assured, her tone gracious as she brushed off imaginary dirt from her skirt. Her lips curled into a warm smile, putting the officer at ease.

Admiral Thomas Rice, known for his formidable reputation, had unexpectedly found himself in an awkward collision. Tom's cheeks flushed slightly as he realized that he had just sent the newly arrived Ambassador to the ground. "I'm really sorry about that," he stammered, feeling uncharacteristically flustered.

Liv's eyes twinkled with amusement, picking up on his discomfort. "No need to apologize, Admiral," she replied playfully, her voice carrying a teasing note. "I must admit, this isn't exactly the welcome I had in mind."

Tom chuckled, his embarrassment easing as he saw the good humor in Liv's response. "I promise to make your stay here more comfortable than this first encounter," he said with a smile.

Liv's smile widened. "I'll hold you to that, Admiral," she replied, her tone light and easygoing.

With that, the two shared a moment of laughter, the initial awkwardness dissipating as quickly as it had come. As they conversed, Liv learned about Tom's role as Sector Commander and his responsibilities overseeing operations at the Carlson Rift. Tom, in turn, discovered Liv's diplomatic background and her new role as the Federation Representative for the rift.

As their conversation drew to a close, Liv playfully hinted, "Perhaps, Admiral, to make amends for injuring the new Ambassador, you could join me for a cup of coffee?"

Tom's lips curved into a genuine smile. "I think that's a wonderful idea, Ambassador. After all, the least I can do is offer a cup of coffee for such an egregious incident."

With an agreement reached and a sense of understanding established, Liv and Tom parted ways with a shared opinion that their paths were likely to cross again. As they made their way to a nearby coffee shop, Liv couldn't help but feel that her new assignment at Poseidon Station was already taking an intriguing turn, thanks to an unexpected collision and a newfound connection with Admiral Thomas Rice.

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