Colonel's Dinning Room

[Samuel J. Grant]

Colonel's Dinning ROom

A place where simmers can Simm with regards too; meetings with the ships commander, dinners, R&R, chance run ins, etc...

(Note: These posts are 'out of sync' with the timeline of the Main Story. Thus, if in the Main Story the Starship is being boarded or under attack, on these boards it's just a normal day. Remember - the Cold Harbor is a living ship, so many things can occur at once; please Simm freely!)

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[Samuel J. Grant]

Sam smiled as his orderly diligently began clearing the extras off the table, and made sure to leave the desert tray within reach of the doctor; he seemed to ‘fear’ her sweet tooth. Samuel smiled at her compliment of him, and he blushed, but he didn’t say anything, and went about his business. Samuel stood and placed a few dishes on top of each other to assist his Orderly, but received a venomous look that caused Samuel to shrug and stop what he was doing “Sorry…” he said, an embarrassed smile crossing his face. The Orderly quickly grabbed that which he stacked, and ‘huffed’ out of the room. Samuel tugged his collar a bit to get a soft breeze and shrugging innocently at Sabina “I’ve always done things myself… still not used to this whole thing…”

He smiled a bit when Doctor Jackson asked about whether there were ‘more of him’, referring to his Orderly, and Samuel replied solemnly “I’m sure there are…” Waiting for him to be out of the room, he looked back toward Sabina, wondering if he should tell her his story. Not that it was some great secret, but that it could bring back some tuff memories on her part; but, knowing she was an Officer in Starfleet, she should be able to separate the two. Figuring if she was going to have a hard time, at least he was here as a friend, which was the idea, and would try and help her through it if needed.

“He was one of the few survivors that we liberated from the Dominion during The War; it was a simple stellar outpost, some 100 Federation Civilians performing terra-forming research. After 10 months of being imprisoned by the Jem’hdar; there were only a dozen people left, Abe being one of them. He's mostly mute, can say a few struggled words, but is getting better every month, and has a permanent limp to both his legs, thanks to his occupiers, so he couldn’t join Starfleet proper, not even as an enlistment solider; but he wanted to fight, which I absolutely respected.” Samuel found himself messing with the table clutter again, and fought down the impulse to continue, and sighed instead. “So I cashed in a few favors and got him into a security training camp and had it set up that as soon as he completed the basics, his handicaps not withstanding, he could sign up as a ‘runner’ for me; which he did damnable quickly too I should add.” He paused briefly as Abe re-entered the room, sighed desperately at seeing additional dishes moved, grabbed them quickly, and exited again.

Samuel grabbed his CAFF drink from the table, and took a drink, and then another. “So, here he is.” He shrugged. “He wants to be closet to the action, and is quick with a phaser; for some reason he thinks he owes me so if he isn’t fighting to protect the ship or myself, he ‘hovers’ over me like some damn doctor over a sick pa…” catching himself, a bit late, he rubbed his nose embarrassingly “No offense…” Clearing his throat, he finished “So he takes offense when I try and do something that he could be doing, or would be ‘below’ someone of my rank; he enjoys the old history too… I just never was a fan of ‘servants’; goes against my morals… but you’ve seen his stare… you try arguing with that.” He laughed.

[Dr. Sabina Jackson]

She listens to him, nodding at intervals. She understood, and had heard about how the Jem'hdar treated prisoners. She smiled at the end, glad that things had turned out as well as they could after a bad situation. "You like to take care of people, too, don't you? You would have made a good doctor." She observes. She was going to say more, but decided it wasn't necessary unless he asked. Her history didn't matter so much- what mattered is that she was past it and had her own life and was a good doctor.

[Samuel J. Grant]

Samuel blushed slightly as the Doctor spoke "You like to take care of people, too, don't you?” he shrugged his shoulders innocently, trying to shrug off some of the weight that he carried on a daily basis from his many years past “Sucker for hard cases, I suppose…” “You would have made a good doctor." His eyebrow creaked like a Vulcan’s, and he stifled a laugh; then took on a ‘hurt’ tone, sarcastically of course “Sabina… I didn’t think we were to be flinging insults; things were going so well.” If anything, who he had more respect for then Doctors, he often couldn’t remember, but he still never really liked them; was always a feeling. He often said it was ‘one of the things I got from my Dad’; although he often remembered his mother getting upset at his father for it.

He glanced at the time, on an old ‘chronometer’ he had replicated, and scoffed; “Oh dear. I fear I’ve kept you too long.” He stood, after finishing his drink, and walked over to where Doctor Jackson was sitting, formally assisting her up from her chair. “The hour is late, and I know you prolly need your sleep. Might be the last chance for a bit to get it, our first mission more then likely won’t be one of our easier ones.” Allowing a moment to finish up their conversation, and insuring they had, he shook the doctors hand in a friendly manner and thanked her “I did enjoy our talk Doc… I mean Sabina. I do hope it leveled any fears you may have of me, being the CO and all. I wouldn’t mind dinning with the ships CMO on occasion, should she feel the need; my Orderly is always available.” He grinned, completed his farewell, and returned into his Dinning Room

Once back inside, he took a deep breath, and was met by his Orderly again, as he came back out. The Orderly took a moment to notice they’d moved, and that there were one less person there, and it was obvious who he seemed to care for more; his face showed disappointment. Samuel walked over to him, and patted him on his shoulders “Hey, I think you made a good first impression; she wanted to know if you knew anything about medicine due to your efficiency… Something along the lines of you working in Sickbay know and then.” If he’d of been a plasma coil, Sam would have feared he was gong to explode from the way his face lit up.

His Orderly held out his knife towards one of the meats that had been brought out, pointed at it, then looked back at The Colonel, to which Samuel could only laugh “Oh great; our next fracken ship’s surgeon…” he tapped him on the shoulders again, and walked out of the room back towards his quarters; the flustered look on his companions face following him out…

[Dr. Sabina Jackson]

“Sabina… I didn’t think we were to be flinging insults; things were going so well.” If anything, who he had more respect for then Doctors, he often couldn’t remember, but he still never really liked them; was always a feeling. He often said it was ‘one of the things I got from my Dad’; although he often remembered his mother getting upset at his father for it.

He glanced at the time, on an old ‘chronometer’ he had replicated, and scoffed; “Oh dear. I fear I’ve kept you too long.” He stood, after finishing his drink, and walked over to where Doctor Jackson was sitting, formally assisting her up from her chair. “The hour is late, and I know you prolly need your sleep. Might be the last chance for a bit to get it, our first mission more then likely won’t be one of our easier ones.” Allowing a moment to finish up their conversation, and insuring they had, he shook the doctors hand in a friendly manner and thanked her “I did enjoy our talk Doc… I mean Sabina. I do hope it leveled any fears you may have of me, being the CO and all. I wouldn’t mind dinning with the ships CMO on occasion, should she feel the need; my Orderly is always available.” He grinned, completed his farewell, and returned into his Dinning Room

She allows him to show her out the door. "Ok... goodnight then. I'd be happy to return the favor, but I am no good at cooking and I'd be ashamed to serve replicated food after this. I'm always around for company, though." She smiles as he turns to go back in. She gets the distinct feeling that he was trying to rush her out the door. She could think of several reasons why he'd want to do such a thing, but decides not to press the issue since she was tired. She goes to her own quarters once he retreats back into the dining room.