The Price of Freedom, Part One
Brighteyes (Cut Scene)

(The date is Februrary 4, 2376. This scene takes place between "Introduction of T'Lyt" and "Chatting in Operations.")

Turbolift [Gibraltar Station]

Circular in shape, this small room is just large enough to hold four, perhaps five average-sized humanoids, if they all got close together. The walls are dark gray paneling with lighter crossbeams on the bottom half, and on the upper half become a series of lighting panels separated by thicker gray crossbeams, arching in toward the domed ceiling above. The floor is carpeted in tan. A panel by the door allows one to access the turbolift's functions.

Players:
T'Lyt

Brighteyes has arrived.

Brighteyes
Near the floor is a small kitten, about 7 months old, a little on the athletic or thin side. Her fur is black with white underbelly and white paws. Her eyes are a bright green and just seem to be full of verve and vigor.

Brighteyes mews and rubs up against T'Lyt's leg, depositing fur as she does so.

The turbolift doors close and the turbolift begins to move.
The turbolift stops and the doors slide open.

Volchenkov walks in from Aft Corridor <Deck 9>.
Volchenkov has arrived.

Brighteyes hides behind T'Lyt's leg as Volchenkov enters.

T'Lyt hears the mew a moment after saying "Deck 8." Even as she looks down and arches a brow, the turbolift doors close. "Brighteyes," she says to the black short-hair cat. "You are supposed to remain in our quarters." She reaches down to pick up the cat... ending up with the feline in her arms when Volchenkov enters the lift.

Brighteyes looks at Volchenkov and hisses.

Entering the lift on his way from his quarters, Volchenkov pauses a little as he looks at the woman and the feline. Offering a nod, he pauses for a few moments. "Nice cat there," he offers, after a few moments.

The red-haired Vulcan woman nods. "Are you in a hurry, Lieutenant? I was on my way to Ops, but my cat escaped from quarters and I was unable to reverse the turbolift before it stopped to open for you," she wonders.

Brighteyes purrs in T'Lyt's arms, squirming to get to the floor.

Alexandria walks in from Aft Corridor <Deck 9>.
Alexandria has arrived.

Volchenkov shakes his head a little. "No. I was just going to take another look around the station, so that I could find out a few things before my family will arrive," he replies.

Alexandria smirks slightly, "Oh is this a party?" She sees the cat, "Oh! Oh my gosh, she is so cute!" She starts gushing about the cat, but then her expression changes, "According to regulations, all pets must remain in quarters unless you have special dispensation from command..."

T'Lyt keeps her arms cradled under and around the cat, scratching behind one of Brighteyes' ears in an attempt to calm and pacify her. "No, Brighteyes. I have to carry you back to quarters, where you will need, this time, to remain," she says. "Deck eighte--" she starts... but then lift's already moved and stopped at another deck to admit yet someone else. "Lieutenant," she asks of Alexandria, still trying to keep control of the cat in her arms. "Are you in a hurry? I must return Brighteyes to our quarters... she sneaked out after me as I stepped out and was in the turbolift with me before I realized her escape."

"It looks like one of those situations that one can call an accidental breach of the regulations," Volchenkov offers, with a half-smile. "As far as I can see, there's no harm done, this time."

Alexandria shakes her head, "I know but still, I mean really, you need to be able to keep your cat under control."

"Deck eighteen," T'Lyt says, setting the turbolift, once again, into motion. She merely nods, as if in thanks, to Volchenkov. She seems to have, finally, gotten the cat to calm down and relax in her arms -- of course, she's going to have to clean fur off her uniform, now. "I do my best, but I am as new to her as she is to me," she says.

T'Lyt presses the button marked 18 and the turbolift doors slide shut.
The turbolift begins to move...

Brighteyes yawns so adorably. The kitten then curls up in the arms of the Vulcan.

The turbolift continues to move.
The turbolift slows to a stop and the doors slide open at Aft Corridor <Deck 18>.

The yawn and curling up makes T'Lyt's left eyebrow rise just a little bit, and she ever so gently rubs a fingernail under the kitten's chin. Then the lift doors open and she says, "Excuse me," as she steps out.

Senior Officer's Quarters 1800 <Deck 18> [Gibraltar Station]

These quarters are spacious and comfortable, and of fairly good size. The main room is a rectangle with the door centered across from a bank of tall, straight windows. There is a work station to the left of the doors, with desk and display panels, a maroon swivel chair providing seating. A white sofa, large enough for three, is placed under the windows slightly to the right, facing the door. A small fern sits upon the window ledge, its twin resting upon a smoked glass coffee table in front of the sofa. Twin chairs of the same plush style as the sofa complete the seating arrangement. There is a replicator and table ringed with four chairs to the right, opposite the desk. Left is a door leading to the bedroom. The bed is large enough for two, with maroon comforter and gray pillows. There is a closet and cupboards for the occupant's belongings, and a bathroom that boasts not only a shower but a full tub as well. The carpeting throughout the quarters is cyan trimmed with light gray that matches the wall paneling. Soft lighting comes from panels in the ceiling, and there are twin vertical alert tracers on either side of the door.

Players:
T'Lyt

Brighteyes bounds out of T'Lyt's arms and pounces the fern on the table.

Locking the door after letting the kitten go, T'Lyt says, "Brighteyes... you have gotten fur all over the front of my uniform. I suppose the quickest way to remove it is with a moment in the sonic shower," even as she heads for the bathroom. Sure enough, only moments later, she's back out and moving towards the door. "Computer, scan these quarters for life signs of the Earth mammal with the scientific designation of 'felis catus'... and disallow Brighteyes, the feline for which you are scanning, to trigger the sensors on the door -- except in an emergency situation in which she must escape the room to save her life."

Brighteyes is now playing with a few fallen leaves from the fern, making quick work of the dissected plant and making sure it is dead.

Once the computer verifies that her instructions are ready to be carried out, T'Lyt starts for the door again... watching the cat to ensure no escape again takes place.

Turbolift [Gibraltar Station]

Circular in shape, this small room is just large enough to hold four, perhaps five average-sized humanoids, if they all got close together. The walls are dark gray paneling with lighter crossbeams on the bottom half, and on the upper half become a series of lighting panels separated by thicker gray crossbeams, arching in toward the domed ceiling above. The floor is carpeted in tan. A panel by the door allows one to access the turbolift's functions.

Players:
T'Lyt
Katherine Alexandria
Mikhail Volchenkov

Volchenkov nods a little as he hears that. "Good to know there's other new people here," he replies.

The red-haired Vulcan, sans cat, re-enters the lift, arching that left eyebrow at seeing the two of you still here. "Lieutenants," she says, "You needed not to wait for my return." Moving to stand off to one side of the lift, she then asks, "What are your destinations?"

Alexandria looks down at her PADD, "Hhm...Science, deck 35."

"I was about to head down to the Garden for a bit of relaxation," Volchenkov says, offering a nod to the Vulcan.

T'Lyt turns to look over at Volchenkov, then, her eyebrow still arched up as if in question. "I suppose, as you earlier indicated you were in no hurry, Lieutenant, that we should allow her to her destination, first?"

Volchenkov nods a bit at that, "That sounds reasonable," he replies.

Alexandria says, "Deck 35."

Alexandria presses a button and the turbolift doors slide shut.
The turbolift begins to move...
The turbolift continues to move.
The turbolift slows to a stop and the doors slide open at Corridor <Deck 35>.

Alexandria waves, "Goodbye."

Alexandria walks out of the turbolift.
Alexandria has left.

Nodding her head a little, T'Lyt doesn't start up new conversation. She does nod her head again, when Alexandria bids her farewell, though she otherwise stands quietly with her hands together behind herself. Once the science officer's left, she says, "Deck C-6."

Volchenkov watches Alexandria leave, before he turns to look at one of the walls of the lift for a few moments, looking rather lost in thought.

Senior Officer's Quarters 1800 <Deck 18> [Gibraltar Station]

These quarters are spacious and comfortable, and of fairly good size. The main room is a rectangle with the door centered across from a bank of tall, straight windows. There is a work station to the left of the doors, with desk and display panels, a maroon swivel chair providing seating. A white sofa, large enough for three, is placed under the windows slightly to the right, facing the door. A small fern sits upon the window ledge, its twin resting upon a smoked glass coffee table in front of the sofa. Twin chairs of the same plush style as the sofa complete the seating arrangement. There is a replicator and table ringed with four chairs to the right, opposite the desk. Left is a door leading to the bedroom. The bed is large enough for two, with maroon comforter and gray pillows. There is a closet and cupboards for the occupant's belongings, and a bathroom that boasts not only a shower but a full tub as well. The carpeting throughout the quarters is cyan trimmed with light gray that matches the wall paneling. Soft lighting comes from panels in the ceiling, and there are twin vertical alert tracers on either side of the door.

Players:
T'Lyt

Brighteyes is asleep on a bed of torn up leaves, the fern that was on the table is no longer a threat.

T'Lyt arches a brow and shakes her head just a little bit at Brighteyes' mess before going to sit at the computer workstation, pulling up... whatever it is she's looking at.