The Beach; Sunsets, Flames and Barbecue (Part 2)

Posted on 11 Jan 2013 @ 7:57pm by Lieutenant Kiri Cho & Lieutenant Commander Pola Ni Dhuinn M.D. & Chief Warrant Officer 4 Cyrus Kiwosk & Command Master Chief Markum Quinn & Chief Warrant Officer 2 Arthur Willis & Crewman Athlen
Edited on on 11 Jan 2013 @ 9:58pm

2,788 words; about a 14 minute read

Mission: Episode 02 - Resupply
Location: Vega Colony, Puam Digh
Timeline: MD9 1830

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Cyrus was late in coming to the barbeque due to a suddenly urging from the Security Department. He had spent the last several hours dealing with a sudden dispute that had happened on board with a one of the crew members. He had beamed onto the ship to chastise the security officer in question on the in's and out's of brig duty. Apparently they were attempting to have a small card game in the brig and it was seen by a passer by. Cyrus would make the report after he was finished enjoying the fresh food coming down. Coming in with a KISS THE COOK apron on and a spatula in each hand he laughed loudly. "So who needs cooking done?!"

"That'd be somebody at some other beach party!" Davis yelled out, glaring at the upstart who thought he could Johnny Come Lately the grill. "But since you're already dressed for some cooking, you can start getting the sides ready. Mind you they match up to the quality of this meat I'm bout ready to pull off the grill!"

"So I should just roll the vegetables in the sand and give them a saltwater bath, knowing your cooking Davis. " Kiwosk retorted without missing a beat. "I'll get started on them right away Anthony." Cyrus grinned and picked up a knife that was laying on the table. The vegetables were pretty standard: carrots, broccoli, onions. Cyrus had no problems cleaning and slicing them with practiced ease.

"Boy," Davis shot back. "You may be a Chief Warrant, but I'm a Senior Petty and you don't mind your seniors, I'm gonna start getting petty!" He chuckled. "Don't forget to slice up some mushrooms to go with them onions and put them all in the grill basket. I'm gonna make up some grilled veggies that even your tastelessness will be drooling for seconds."

He stopped to think for a moment. Actually, a saltwater bath would be good for vegetables. He chuckled wondering when boys would ever learn not to try to outwit their seniors!

Cyrus chuckled and shook his head. " Already on it." Cyrus started slicing the mushrooms easily. Nice thick peices falling neatly into place on the plate. He passed the first one over to Davis, heaps of mushrooms, onions and peppers of various colours cut nice and proper. "Will you be needing anything else? Or should I get back to the salads there, Chef?"

"Get busy on them salads, whippersnapper!" Davis laughed while he began plating some very medium rare steaks to 'settle' before they could be served.

Cyrus shook his head. "Yes Chef!" He saluted before going back to his own table, chopping the lettuce and various other veggies. It wasn't long until the several bowls that were provided were full of garden salads and fruits salads of various kinds.

1945 hours

Moving up along the beech on her own, Pola tugged the shawl covering her shoulders higher up on her arms. As she stood in the moonlight, her initial idea had been to follow the shoreline to where the crew had gathered but the night that was in it seemed so special. Part of her wanted Cyrus here but he'd disappeared earlier when they had gotten separated. Things were still in the early days with them, perhaps some time apart would be good?

Smiling as she kicked at some sand, she wondered who she ws trying to kid. If she could, she would spend every wakening moment with him, trying to learn all that she could about the man himself. Tilting her face up, she felt a light breeze playing with the end of her emerald green dress which feel to her knees. She wondered what it would be like to give up serving on a ship, maybe just relocating to a planet somewhere. After all she'd been through in mere weeks...

Quinn, exiting his cabana noticed Pola standing alone, and separate from the gathering group. He walked up behind the young physician holding a bag of marshmallows. "Hey, Doc. You okay? Did Willis' streaking cause emotional trauma?"

Hearing a voice, Pola turned and smiled as she recognised Markum. "Markum...I'm fine. Got a little sidetracked I'm afraid. It's not often you manage to find a moment of absolute piece and beauty, I was just taking it all in."

Quinn stopped and stood beside her. "Yeah. I can remember the first time my parents took me to Earth from Mars for a family trip. We went to Gibraltar, and I can remember me and brothers standing atop of that big ol' rock and looking out over the Atlantic Ocean. I could of lived in that moment forever."

Markum tilted his head towards the gathering crowd farther down the beach. "How are things going with Cyrus? He seems like a respectable kid. It's not my business, I know, but I figure I owe you one, and I am the old man on the boat, so I'm protective over my family."

Pola found herself blushing slightly as she looked over her shoulder at the crew in question. Outside of a Doctor patient relationship, she didn't know Quinn that well but outside of Cyrus she hadn't had anyone else to talk to. "It's still very early days, a kinda take this one slow step at a time type thing. I like him..."

"Good." Quinn replied simply, with a slight grin. "Taking it slow is always the best approach...take it from an old man that lived most of his life in the fast lane. Shall we?" Quinn offered his arm to Pola. "These marshmallows aren't going to roast themselves, Doc."

Placing her hand in the crook of Markum's arm, Pola squeezed gently with a smile before falling into step beside him. "Marshmallows....well I must admit that it's been quite sometime since I've had the privilege of being able to taste them. I hope you're meaning to share."

Smiling while leading Pola back to the group, "Hell yeah I'll share with you, Doc. I'm too scared you'll turn my arm off or something if I don't."

Biting a lip, her smile still managed to brighten her face as they joined the group, her eyes sparkling as they met Cyrus. "So guys...any food left for us poor stragglers?"

Cyrus smiled and held out a plate to the Irish doctor. "You think I would have you miss out? I saved you and the old man some, but not Willis....not until he puts some clothes on. " He laughed. "Careful though, Davis did the barbeque, god knows what he did to everything."

"Boy! You think I can't hear you from five feet away!" Davis said as he tossed an oven mitt to bounce off the back of Cyrus's head. "I told you once to respect your seniors! Doctor, you go on and enjoy that steak now. From the looks of it, that boy did good and saved you one of the java rubs. Your taste buds gonna think they've died and gone to heaven. Then got shot straight to hell after you taste the travesty this boy made of the sides!

"CoB, you'll enjoy it too. Though, I still got some corn ears on the grill, bout ready if you folks want fresh from the grill!"

Turning to Markum, Pola raised an eyebrow, "So what do you think? Are we willing to risk our lives into our own hands and give this food a try?" The twinkle in her eye clearly showed her gesting nature as the lead the man towards the food.

Fireside

Tiffany smiled as she blew out the marshmallow, seeing that it was just perfectly browned and not at all blackened. She immediately put it onto the chocolate covered cracker and covered it with another. "The perfect s'more!" she beamed munching into it!

The fire was delightful an sparking and the night was full of stars. A gentle breeze blew from the ocean. Swallowing and washing it down with the beer she'd been Old Folks Home Nursing since dark, she finally looked around. "Y'know, it's such a beautiful night!" She smiled at those around her before she straightened and in a nice, clear soprano:

I took my love and I took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around

And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
'Till the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Though she doesn't practice as often as she once did...back before her dreams of a recording career dissipated due to...well jerky pigs...she still had a good, strong and clear voice. This was one of her favorites and she understood the plaintive cry and need of the song. She pointed to the crewman with the guitar, smiling, as he picked it up and caught up on the accompaniment. She hoped that Kell could pick up the beat on his drum.

Cyrus was more than slightly surprised that Tiffany shrill shrew-like voice could turn into a decent singing voice. He sighed. Not everything appeared as he thought. Smiling as he finally had time to sit down with the good Doctor beside him he couldn't help but grin.

As she heard his sigh, Pola moved her hand to gently stroke the centre of Cyrus' back. Curled up beside him on the sandy beech, nothing but star light and the fire lighting the area, she wondered if there was anywhere else where she'd rather be than here with friends and her new family.

As Tiffany's voice faded off, Pola took a deep breath and decided to give it a shot. If she managed to make an ass of herself, well Cyrus would ensure she would never forget it at least. She knew that the gathering may not recognise the words, but they would hopefully recognise the beauty behind the Irish words.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owFnK6geyCY&list=PLwJ2He_CyqzNQj14KObJVwvEXtjtmZBUP&index=48

Ortsa 't s bunai(the), an omh seo ar m'aghaidh
N liomsa na mothchin faoi cheilt go deimhin
'Sil a'am nach bhfeicfidh, mo stir m le nimh
B' eisean mo rogha gan aon deacracht riamh

Le aifal a d'fhg m, ach d'fhadf nos m
A ligeant ar thaobh gan, muid a feabhs
Ar aon chaoi 's 'n rud n, gur tusa mo mhian
Nos ille an aghaidh, nl s feicthe a'am riamh

Is fidir a r le daoine, go bhfuil do chro ln
An domhan 'gul ar aghaidh timpeall ort,
Ach seo d'mhrn
T sil agam nach mbeidh, t sil a'am nach mbeidh
T mshsta toisc gur
Scrobh m ftsa anseo, 's t mo stir gan bhuairt

M's rud go gceaptar, nach mbeidh muid go deo
'S an seal seo ina mbeidh mo, chuimhn fs beo
N mrn at a'am, ach mo dhcheall n dts,
ist leis an amhrn, 's fan mar at t

Tiffany stood, clapping heartily as she beamed. "Beautiful, Doctor!" she glared at Kiwosk but returned to the fire, looking round for the next brave soul to give it a try.

Cyrus said nothing, but gave her a hearty squeeze of her hand in approval. Kissing her cheek.

Pola blushed at the praise, usually a woman whom kept to herself. Keeping her hand against Cyrus' back, she moved her head to rest it on his shoulder.

From her position on the beach Kiri watched the fire and everyone else around it. Wrapped up in her blanket she really should have gone to bed but even that seemed too much effort. She was tired, beyond tired, even if she wanted to she would barely be able to walk. The salty air, smoke and noise was all that was keeping her going. Hunched up she listened to the singing, numbly fiddling with her fingers. It didn't feel like she belonged here, maybe she should go.

Tiffany, seeing nobody immediately step up, and considering Mr. Big Muscles Piggy Jerky Piggy Jerk's threats to her later decided it was maybe time to bring the party. She used a miniPADD to cue up the background music. The song was much more uptempo, much more of a groove and definitely allowed her to showcase what a star she should have been.

I've been standing where you left me
Praying that you'd come and get me
But now I found my second wind
Now I found my second skin

Well I know what you were thinking
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave each piece a name

One of me is wiser
One of me is stronger
One of me is a fighter
And there's a thousand faces of me

And we're gonna rise up
And we're gonna rise up
For every time you broke me
Well you're gonna face an army
Army of me

Welcome to my revolution
All your walls are breaking down
It's time you had a taste of losing
Time the table's turned around

I see a glimpse of recognition
But it's too late ugh it's too late
And what you thought was your best decision
Just became your worst mistake

She moved around the fire, showing the dance training she had. As she sang she pulled Kell off his feet and showed him just a glimpse of what he could very well miss out on if he didn't get his act together.

Tiffany finished her song and turned over the spotlight to the next participant, her smile widening as the night moved on with the various performances of song, dance, musical instruments and other assorted entertainments. S'mores were devoured, more drank, fun had and enjoyed and eventually, before she knew it, the fire was dying down, the pile of wood nearly depleted and the night dark and full of bright, shimmering stars.

He sighed and looked around. "I got one...it's an oldie though." He cleared his throat. And in a swing-like Tenor voice he started.

Fly me to the moon
Let me play amongst the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars

In other words...
Hold my hand... (He squeezes Pola's Hand)
In other words...
Baby kiss me...

Fill my heart with song
And let me sing forevermore
You are all i worship
All i long for
And adore

In other words ...
Please be true
In other words...
I love you!

Cyrus finished in a old style Sinatra three pause halt and sighed. Sitting back down.

"Ah, you kids," Davis said, sitting down at the fire across from Kiwosk and Pola. He dropped Tiffany a wink. "You're all so caught up in everything, but you don't remember the one simple thing that my beautiful blushing bride says to me quite often when I get as wound up as you kids." He smiled wide. "Don't worry, be happy. Cause when you worry, your face will frown, and that will bring everybody down. So," he smiled as somebody picked up the beat on the drums. "don't worry, be happy." he didn't have much of a singing voice as he launched into the song, but it was honest and sincere and the raggae nature of the song meant he didn't really have to 'sing' so much as 'speak with the beat'. Tiffany giggled as she started clapping and singing along with all the others. She thought it was a great way to end their night.

Pola had to cough and hold her hand over her mouth in order to hide her embarrassed smile at Davis' initial words. Tucking herself in closer to Cyrus' side, she took appreciation in the opportunity this moment offered them both to relax. Shore leave was going to start getting busy with prepping the ship to leave, after that she wasn't sure how much time they would get once back on complete duty. Whatever else happened, she just hoped they'd find a way to capture small moments together.

[OFF]

Lieutenant Pola Ni Dhuinn
Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

CWO Kiwosk
Security/ Tactical Officer
USS Galileo

Warrant Officer Evan Kell
Intelligence Officer, SFI
USS Galileo

Master Chief Petty Officer Markum Quinn
Chief of the Boat
USS Galileo

Senior Chief Petty Officer Arthur Willis
Engineering Computer Specialist
USS Galileo

Senior Petty Officer Anthony Davis
Security/Tactical (lead Grillmaster)
USS Galileo

Petty Officer 2nd Tiffany Darwisch
Ops crewmember
USS Galileo

Lieutenant (JG) Kiri Cho
Assistant Chief Science Officer
USS Galileo

 

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