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kangthedaharmaster replied to your post:// kangthedaharmaster Omg you didn’t tell me this...

((I THOUGHT I DID??? SORRY DUDE. :C DeCandido man, you should just assume he’s gonna kill every character that’s not seen in the shows.))

//like I KNEW he died but like for some reason the WAY he died was really distressing. Just like everything is fine and then okay maybe he’ll be okay MAYBE SOMEONE WILL RESCUE HIM MAYBE THINGS WILL BE DIFFERENT but nope

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// kangthedaharmaster Omg you didn't tell me this book contains ian troi's death in horrible, sad detail D8

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The smile was false and Deanna felt a sense of dread creeping over her. She glanced around the room, looking for electronic surveillance before fixing her gaze back on the woman. If this was an ambush, she had already walked straight into it. At this point, she had nothing left to lose. “Who are you?” Deanna asked warily, eyes darting to the door once again. “The KGB sent you, didn’t they?”

"Everything here is good, but I have to recommend the dark chocolate. Especially the cherry cordials. But I’m fairly partial to fruit with chocolate." Natasha gave the woman a polite smile, still a little unsettled at how familiar she seemed. She swore she had seen her before. "If you don’t like fruit, though, we have some lovely dark chocolate truffles. They’re divine.”

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"Thank you," Deanna said, genuinely flattered.

She closed her eyes and focused on the minds before them, trying to pick out each individual brain. "It's difficult to tell because they tend to think alike," she answered, "but I sense at least six, maybe eight." She opened her eyes and glanced at him, hoping he had a better plan. Even with the element of surprise, fighting three Jem'Hadar had been difficult enough. Fighting six would be a suicide mission.

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"I have had a great deal of practice," Martok replied with a nod. "But from what I could see, you held your own rather well… for a Starfleet Counsellor," he added with a slight grin.

Briefly he examined his wounds, then shrugged it off. They weren’t that bad. Holstering his mek’leth, he allowed Troi to keep the d’k tahg for now. She might need it again.

When Troi said that there were more jem’Hadar ahead, the General lifted his chin and sniffed the air. It was hard to smell anything through all the blood and death, but he thought he could just about make out their scent. “How many do you detect?” he asked.

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Deanna redirected her pleasant look at the employee who spoke to her. There was something familiar about the woman that made Deanna hesitate for a moment before she answered. "What do you recommend?" she asked, hoping that she just recognized a face she had passed on the street before. She moved closer to the counter casually, fixing her gaze on the chocolates displayed in the case. She let her empathic senses stretch towards the familiar woman, letting herself brush gently against the other woman's emotions. Though she hated using her empathic senses on strangers, her sense of self-preservation was far too strong to allow herself to walk willingly into a trap.

The last thing Natasha had expected was to end up working at a chocolate shop, but it paid the bills. That, and it was nice to take home a free treat every once in a while. It was a good job for now, and was helping her establish her alias. 

When the woman entered the shop, Natasha gave her a polite smile, not really looking at her face. The woman’s happy sigh drew her attention, though, and when she looked more closely, something about her face seemed familiar. She couldn’t place what it was, but it unsettled her.

"Can I help you? Or are you just browsing?"

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"Length is relative--I would much rather a speech that's long and well-written than something discussing irrelevant minutiae," Deanna countered goodnaturedly. 

"Geordi--La Forge. Enterprise's chief engineer so former shipmate but close friend. I dragged him along with me because everyone else was busy. At least it was a little relevant to his interests even if he cares less about aesthetics and more about what's inside a PADD." She shook her head fondly. "He'll probably make me attend a long-winded engineering seminar as revenge."

Deanna smiled at the mention of her husband. "Captain Riker is still aboard the Titan. He's in orbit but he doesn't like to leave the ship without her captain for too long."

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"Yes, well, if you’re not one for considerably long speeches, you may want to rethink that… But he is quite remarkable, and I will pass your comment along to him. I know it will mean a great deal.” Kathryn said with a grin. The EMH, once he saw the feeds of this conference, would no doubt be bemoaning the inferiority of the medical speakers anyway. To know that Commander Troi mentioned him would make him all the more determined to be on the next year’s schedule. He had met her briefly while he was still aboard Voyager (perhaps more since then, she was uncertain), and the Captain got the feeling that Troi’s good opinion had become important to him. Not to mention the Doctor was still dealing with some…resistance in acclimating to life back in the Federation, due to being a hologram. She wanted to encourage him wherever she could.

"Which shipmate?" she asked with a chuckle. The thought of Picard drifting off during the middle of a seminar was particularly amusing to her, though she was almost entirely certain he wouldn’t be the shipmate in question. She tried to think of who it would be…

Kathryn nodded. “I’m staying planetside as well. You’re right, it’s too much trouble to go back and forth. Plus, I’ve spent enough time on ships that any time on a planet is generally welcome… Is Captain Riker here with you?”

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Ever since Deanna had managed to escape the Black Widow program, she had worked hard to turn her life around. Most of her life had been spent being trained for espionage, specifically emotional manipulation. She had been part of an experimental group designed to sense, and take advantage of, people's emotions. Though the other girls in the trial had either been failed experiments or died, Deanna had been a success. 

She had been trained and tested through adolescence before they unleashed her on the world. She had spent nearly five years working obediently as a Black Widow before she found an opportunity to escape. After spending a year running from the KGB, she had been able to create a new identity for herself as a psychiatrist. She used the empathic powers that had been forced upon her to help people, a penance for those she had hurt in her past.

Deanna had just finished a session with a patient and was on her way home when a store caught her eye. The chocolates in the window drew her to it and she hastily crossed the street, hoping to buy herself a treat before heading home. She pushed the door open and entered, inhaling the delectable scent of fresh chocolate with a happy sigh. Nothing was quite as enjoyable as a good piece of chocolate. 

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Deanna smiled. "It seems to me that that's the case with every conference--egos tend to run large among diplomats. And bruised egos create an even more inflated sense of self importance, I've found."

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Elena smiled at the compliment , a little pleased that the Counselor thought that was the case. “I hope they have, though part of me does . . ” She stopped and shook her head lightly. “Well, I find no joy in these negotiations, these people seem to think they’re better than each other. Some, anyway.”

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Deanna watched as Martok killed the remaining jem'Hadar, relieved that she hadn't struck the final blow. She eyed Martok's proffered hand for a moment, considering the blood that coated it, before reaching slightly higher and grasping his forearm and hoisting herself up off the floor. "You fight well," she observed as she allowed her mental barriers to relax. She sensed his satisfaction at the outcome of their fight and allowed her own emotions to echo his. 

"We should hurry," Deanna said as she retrieved the d'k tahg from the floor. "There are more jem'Hadar ahead."

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"Carrots are definitely much better than asparagus," Deanna agreed as she led the way inside. Ten Forward was dotted with various ship personnel and the atmosphere was calm and quiet. At this time of day, Ten Forward tended to be occupied by a much quieter crowd than would be seen in a few hours' time. Deanna nodded at Guinan, who stood at the bar chatting with a Bolian, as she led the way to a secluded table.

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"Though the discussion of PADD size has its time and place, I think I would have preferred listening to almost anything else. It's a shame your doctor didn't have a chance to speak--the medical advancement was the reason why I had attended the seminar to the first place."

At Janeway's comment on coffee, Deanna laughed. "I'm not sure there's enough coffee in the quadrant to keep the entire seminar awake--I kept having to wake up my shipmate. Snoring in the middle of the man's soliloquy would have been terribly rude."

"I'm staying planetside," she answered. "Though it's nice to sleep in my own bed, dragging myself back and forth can get tiring, especially when these parties last half the night and the conference starts again only a few hours later. That extra half hour of sleep can make an immense difference in my opinion."

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"Yes, that was more than a little dry, I must admit. And it was a shame he didn’t give the medical advancement aspect more time… I kept thinking that if my Doctor were here, he would have been appalled. Not only for glossing over the medical technology, but for the complete lack of…flair." She smiled and took a sip of her drink before realizing that might have sounded odd. "My CMO I had aboard Voyager I mean, not my personal physician. Anyway, let’s just say I’m glad I had consumed an inadvisable amount of coffee before that one.” Otherwise she would not have managed it. “Are you staying planetside while attending the conference, or on your ship?”

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"Having a crew like yours is a sign of a good captain," Deanna said confidently. "If people trust their captain, the ship's entire atmosphere is different--far more relaxed. Starfleet picked a fine location for this conference." 

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Elena kept her smile going at the hidden chuckle. At the comment of the serenity on board, Elena glanced around, almost a little curiously. “I’ve been commanding the Justicia for about three and a half years now.” She answered, quickly counting over to make sure she had it right. “And it’s just something the crew are good at I think, you’re the first to comment on it though. During times of Red Alert, it’s an ordered chaos, otherwise, everything is quite calm. A change from my last ship, that’s for sure.”

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"It's because I eat my veggies," Deanna replied as they neared Ten Forward. "Though I suspect that there are some brave scientists out there trying to find a way to make asparagus taste like chocolate. But until then, I think I'll stick with carrots."