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eleventh translation // action

[It's a nice day. The air is warm, the sun is out, and one Lieutenant Uhura is out with it, in full force. She's eschewed her winter uniform for one better suited to warm weather - that's right, she's back in her Starfleet-issue miniskirt, hips swaying, ponytail swinging, black boots crunching on the ground as she walks purposefully from the house.

Normally, she'd be heading towards the library, but it's far too nice a day for that. She does have a book under her arm, but she's heading for the bridge, clearly ready to get some fresh air.

In spite of the recent rash of disappearances, and violence, she's determined to enjoy the weather while it lasts. She may even be humming to herself.]

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Now that is absolutely dreadful. [Guy removes his feet from the water and gathers his boots. He's headed your way, Uhura. :|]

[Oh, wonderful. Time to pretend to be engrossed in her book.]

[Guy has a seat not too close, but not so far that he can't have a conversation in at a reasonable volume.] May I ask what it is you're reading, Miss?

[She raises her eyebrows, but smiles a little.]

It's a book of poetry. And it's Lieutenant. Lieutenant Uhura.

Ah, my deepest apologies Lieutenant! I meant no disrespect.

No offense taken. And you are...?

Forgive my lack of manners! [Guy climbs to his feet and bows, sweeping an arm to his waist.] Guy Cecil, at your service. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[Where are all these guys coming from? And here she thought chivalry was dead.]

I don't suppose you had a white horse back home, too?

Unfortunately not, but I can look around for one if you think it'd suit me. [Guy has a seat again with a somewhat more flippant grin.]

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