On Thu, 24 Jun 1999 11:19:00 -0700 (PDT), Steph Ellis

<veronyca_elvenchild@yahoo.com>; writes to USS Galileo

<galileo@ucip.org>;:



Triss had been incredibly relieved to be rescued, but had also been a

little nervous to go back to the Intrepid.  She wasn't certain if she

would be able to go back to being just the Counselor.  She'd enjoyed

being an XO during her time on the Galileo, but she knew she'd just end

up going wherever the 'Fleet commander stationed her.



After they'd gotten to Deep Space Europa, Triss had more-or-less just

stayed in the quarters she'd been given.  She'd been doing a great deal

of thinking about recent events starting just prior to their trip

between dimensions and ending at the present time.  She'd come to the

conclusion that she'd have to speak with Cmdr Celchu about what had

happened with the Ambassador if she went back to the Intrepid.  She

hadn't really liked what she'd done and she would just have to tell

Celchu that she wouldn't do anything like that again.  Triss shuddered

just thinking about it.  It had made her feel so dirty...like she was

invading someone else's mind.



Triss sighed and refocused her attention on the computer screen in

front of her.  She'd been trying to write a letter to her parents for

the past hour or so, but she couldn't seem to get past the first three

sentences or so.  "That's it," she thought.  "I'm going to go

for a

walk around the station to clear my head."  She cleared the computer

screen, fastened on her comm badge, and left her quarters.



Triss wandered around the Promenade for awhile, looking in the shops

and trying to find something interesting to wear.  She was getting

tired of her uniform.  She'd never liked Starfleet uniforms anyway and

she was *really* tired of wearing them now, since that's all she'd been

wearing since leaving the Intrepid all that time ago.  



After about 2 hours of not finding anything, Triss began to get a bit

discouraged.  Then she saw it, a little shop in an out-of-the way

corner that had some dresses that looked quite interesting through the

window.  She was more pleased when she went inside the shop and got a

closer look.  After a great deal of debating with herself over a couple

of different styles, Triss chose a dress that was a shade of green that

perfectly matched her eyes.  She also found a pair of matching shoes,

so she paid the shopkeeper for the things and took them back to her

quarters.  When she got there, she quickly sent a short letter to her

parents to let them know that she was alright, then she began to plan

what she could do that evening.



"Hmmmm..." she thought.  "Steve an I haven't had an evening

alone in a

long time..."  Triss smiled.  She decided to plan a nice, quiet,

romantic dinner for the two of them.  She sent off a quick message to

his quarters.



--Message--

Steve,



It's Triss.  If you're not *too* busy, then I'd like you to stop by

tonight around 7. ::brief pause:: Wear something kind-of nice.



--End Message--



Then Triss got down to business planning the evening.



________________________

LtJg Trissana Moraine

Executive Officer

USS Galileo NCC-62773

"Believe in the ideal, not the idol."



AKA:

LtJg Mykayla Brooks

Assistant Engineering Officer

USS Intrepid



LtJg Kendre N'rell

Chief Medical Officer

USS Magellan (MIA)



Ens AisLynn Traereth of the House of K`meHl

Chief of Security

SB Arcadia



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