Winter Wonderland

Posted on Sun Mar 16th, 2025 @ 6:53pm by Lieutenant Rowena "Rena" Campbell & Captain Lorut Vila & Captain Maxwell Culver & Lieutenant Commander Frasier Greene & Lieutenant T'Karnak & Lieutenant S'Tera & Lieutenant Aurora House of Kor & Lieutenant Callan Armidale & Lieutenant Wara Tête & Petty Officer 3rd Class Brix Saad

5,192 words; about a 26 minute read

Mission: Short Treks
Location: Holodeck 4

With the stress of everything going on, Rena had recognized that the crew needed a distraction, and what better way to distract oneself than with a party?!

She had set up a holodeck as an old-fashioned Earth-style log cabin. It had a real holographic fireplace, and a decorated pine tree in one corner. She had put two couches and two armchairs in the room, with a coffee table and two side tables-all the upholstery was deep red velvet, to fit into the theme. In a different corner of the room was a single armchair next to a large candelabra that was representative of the old Earth holiday of Hanukkah. Piles of festively wrapped packages were strewn about, and beyond the cabin was a snow-covered patch-where people could go play in the snow or something if they chose to. She'd asked each crew mate to add in an aspect of their own winter holidays or cultural things, to make it more personal. Now, she stood in the faux foyer, dressed as an elf. She sipped some hot egg nog, and waited for everyone to show up.

Aurora walked through the cabin's door dressed in an 'Ugly Sweater' featuring Santa riding a dolphin and wearing a Hawaiian shirt with an octopus hanging on to his bag of toys. The tradition had been picked up at the Academy, and was something that Aurora looked forward to every year.

"Hello there, Miss Elf!" Aurora greeted happily as she grabbed a cup of her favorite Earth drink (when she wasn't drinking hot coco of course).

Rena smiled. "Hi, Aurora," she said. "Your sweater is so funny," she said.

"Thanks! I got into Christmas at the Academy...I'm always looking for the ones that have to do with the sea," Aurora grinned happily.

Greene arrived next regarded the empty room with disappointment. He'd expected the cabin to be full of festive cheer and merriment, or at least that was his hope. Instead he found he was among the first to arrive, therefore his garish light-up woolly jumper with reindeer's, complete with antlers headband and miniature baubles hanging from his beard, did not have the desired impact he'd hoped.

"Hiya, Doc! Whoa...interesting outfit!" Aurora giggled, trying not to guffaw too much.

He'd been fully behind Rena's concept of a Christmas themed party as he adored the opportunity to act a bit childish for a spell.
"Thank you Aurora - it's a bit much but it's good to dress up for the festivities. Hey Rena," he crossed over to her. "This looks amazing!"

Rena smiled at the Doctor. "Where's Vila?" She asked him, quietly. "I hope she's planning to join us," she said. Vila was weird about parties-Rena understood-the crowds sometimes triggered her PTSD, but she'd assumed that the Acting Captain would want to spend some time with the crew. It HAD been her idea.

Just as Rena asked, Vila entered. She was dressed simply, in a plaid shirtdress, and boots. She understood that Christmas was a Human Earth holiday, and had a red-and-green theme. She was late because she was trying to decide what to wear. Nothing had felt right-that line between "sexy for my lover" and "I am the Captain" was one that she felt she shouldn't blur (yet). Finally, she'd replicated this, and had just gone with it.

She sidled up to Frasier, and smiled. "Great sweater," she said, and then smiled at Rena.

"It looks great in here," she said. "You did a fantastic job. Thank you for your hard work," she said. "Frasier, can I get you a drink?" She asked him.

With a smile still upon his lips Frasier wanted to say something else but reminded himself this wasn't the setting for such personal comments. "Sure," he opted to say instead. "Something cold please, this sweater is rather toasty."

Vila nodded, and turned away to go to the replicator. She ordered up two glasses-one of chilled white wine for Fraiser, and an iced Jumja tea for herself, and handed one off to Fraiser. "I can't stay long, have Captain stuff to do," she said, "But I thought it wouldn't look good if I didn't show up at all," she said, to both Fraiser and Rena. The Counselor would understand, she knew.

Rena nodded. "Of course, ma'am," she said. "No one would blame you for stepping out early," she said. And, quietly, she continued. "And I recognize it's a big step for you to be here tonight to begin with," she said, "And the tea was a good choice," she said. She'd been trying to help the woman come up with better vices than alcohol and her other things. It would be good for the crew to see her making obvious efforts, too.

"I'm glad you've been able to attend, even if its for a short while," Frasier replied. "The rest of the crew appreciate it too," he added.

Callan and Wara both entered at the same time, the doors to the holodeck seemed to open and close at the entry of the cabin. Both officers had bonded after their last mission. Despite the loss of Captain Culver, or in spite of it, they both chose to attend the party.

Callan beelined to the nog, grabbing two mugs full. An extra cinnamon stick rolled around in Wara’s mug as he handed it to her and fell in a sort of queue.

Wara didn’t understand the human compunction to revisit theo-Christo traditions that, obviously, fell on the wrong date, but it was festive and she had only had a few bad experiences during this type of party. “Captain Lorut. Doctor,” she said, nodding her head to each.

Lorut nodded, and smiled lightly. "Tete," she said, with a nod. "Callan," she said.

"Hello," Frasier replied before taking a sip of the wine and chinked the miniature beard baubles onto the flute. He frowned slightly. Maybe they weren't the best choice after all and wondered how long it would be until one began to float in the glass.

“And the elven Rena. You can’t forget her,” Callan added.

Rena smiled. "Hey, guys. Hope you have a good time. There's not really any activities planned, just mingling, but you can play in the snow if you want," she said.

Aurora's ears perked up at the mention of snow.

Since the Academy, Aurora had LOVED snow, and with the help of some tech friends, had developed a suit that would keep her warm even if she was buried for five hours!

"Snowball fight!" Aurora squealed excitedly.

S'tera made it, dressed in a sexy gown so she could look good for Rena. "Hello darling!" She took Rena in her arms and kissed her.

Rena laughed but kissed S'Tera back. "HEY!" She said, aloud.

Aurora giggled at the sappy duo.

“What is a snowball fight?” Wara asked, as much ice in her tone as in the snow.

Aurora jerked a little, then squared her shoulders.

"It's a game humans play. First, each team makes a snow fort, then you form the snow into balls, then you throw them at each other. Whoever has the most players at the end of say, ten minutes, is the winner," Aurora explained.

"It's fun, Wara," Rena said. Though SHE would not be participating; Rena didn't do cold weather.

“Despite the rumor that ALL Bolians like colder weather, snow and ice and frigid frost,” Wara responded to Rena, pausing dramatically, “I DO NOT. Besides, I make it a point not to throw water in any form when possible. I’ll keep my frost on the inside,” she finished.

“Not doing a great job of that,” Callan answered as he handed her a mug of hot chocolate with brûlée’d marshmallow and a peppermint stick. “It’s a party, not an assassination attempt.”

Wara tilted her head a bit. “I would understand better how to react to such an occasion as assassination over this silly party.”

Aurora giggled to herself. This crew was one wacked out group...but they were family, and families were more beautiful the wackier they were in her opinion.

Vila simply shook her head. "A snowball fight sounds fun," she remarked. She hadn't done one in ages-at least a decade. Not since she had been assigned to Outpost Solaere. It snowed on the planet that the outpost was on, and they had had one then. She giggled a bit at Fraiser. "Don't get your balls wet," she said. She then blushed at her unintended double-entendre. It was nice, though, to be able to do this. It was something she'd been working hard at-being able to bond with people, and get along better with the crew. She wasn't fully well yet-she had a long way to go-but she had to admit that she was doing better.

Aurora almost spit out her Eggnog at that comment! But, eh, they all needed to relax and were allowed to slip up on occasion.

Frasier cheeks coloured too at her innuendo - an instant very private remark formed in his head and he filed it away for the after party. "I'll try not to," he managed to blurt out.

Vila laughed. "Sorry, that's not what I meant!" She said. She blushed lightly, but shook her head.

Callan noticed as Scott entered the holodeck. The pair were very cautious, tentatively inserting themselves into each other’s spheres; whether it be duty, exercise or social functions. The pair locked eyes for a moment before someone’s attention was drawn away.

“Yellow alert, Lieutenant Callan,” she said with a bit of a grin. “Too much alcohol and you might end up “Verant his chambers full” tonight.

“That’s so dirty, Wara!” Callan said a bit too loud.

Rena then looked back at S'tera, trying not to smile at how smitten the Ops Officer and the flyboy seemed to be with each other. "Want a drink?" she asked S’tera. if this crew wasn’t as bad as the NX-01’s UT, Rena would be out of a job.

"Thought you'd never ask! I would love a drink! A tequila sunrise would be great!"

Rena smiled. "Coming right up!!" She worked the Replicator. A moment later, she handed a glass to S'Tera. "One Tequila sunrise," she said. "Commanders? Anything for you two?" Rena said, and then noticed that Fraiser and Vila already had a drink each. "Oh, you move quickly. Ma'am," she said, with a nod.

"Anyone else need a drink?" Rena asked. "Clay?" She asked the Caitian. He'd disappeared, though, just as quickly as he'd appeared. Odd.

The recently promoted Edosian helmsman walked onto the holodeck. Seeing that festivities had already begun, he approached the crowd around the bar. "If it's not too late I would love a Saurian Brandy on the rocks."

Rena smiled. "Not late at all!!" She said. "One moment!" A bit later, the replicator spit out his drink. "Here you go!" She said, smiling. "There's rumors of a snowball fight later, and there's a stack of games by the fireplace," she said. "Find a group and have some fun!!"

Rena got to work, grabbing S'tera by the arm, and leading her around. "Come on, I need to mingle," she said. "Get the others going," she said. They had already broken off into groups.

"whatever you say my love!" s'tera was just happy to enjoy her time with Rena. The rest was a nice bonus.

Callan looked up as Rena and S’tera approached him. Already in a minor discussion about seizing the moment, Wara was advising Cal that Scott was standing alone and being quite a wallflower for a man of his previous party attitudes. Cal had the feeling she was nudging him to make an advance on a romantic relationship.

Cal was not exactly free-to-mingle, but he had admitted to himself that Scott was attractive and as cautious about his intentions as Cal had been. If it was to be a slow burn relationship, then it would be - and if they both decided to be friends, well all the better too.

Besides, Cal was now pressing ten kilos more than when he had started exercising with Scott. Their non-relationship relationship was doing great for his gains.

“Hi!” Cal said as Rena and S’tera approached them. “It’s a nice party,” Cal said noting the assembled crew. “Good to start the New Year off on a good note.” Cal could see Scott’s wandering eye and finally nodded that he should join the forming mingling.

Rena smiled. "Something cuter over there, Scott?" She teased. "I hope you both have a good time," she said.

“Well, as much as I love to get rowdy,” Scott started hesitantly, “I don’t think this is the type of party that introduced me to the crew. It seems more like a ‘keep your shirt on’ type of party.”

“The night is still young,” Wara deadpanned. “Perhaps ant the after party in Lieutenant Armidale’s quarters?” She playfully suggested and watched as Cal choked on his hot chocolate.

“It’s an after party of two,” Wara added, enjoying the blush on Cal’s face despite his eyes shooting daggers at her.

“My invite must have been lost in the mail,” Scott suggested. “Maybe another time and a genuine invitation?” Scott suggested, his tone a bit playful.

Aurora sipped her drink, letting people hang for a bit before she actually got the snowball fight together.

Across the room Frasier watched the counsellor continue to bounce round the small groups like a ball ricocheting off the walls and was distracted by Scott Jones and thoughts of what could have been. He knew deep down he wasn't attracted to other men which has been confirmed by spending increasingly more time with Vila. However, with those smouldering looks and muscular form it could have been an interesting experiment. He watched the exchange thoughtfully, perhaps he was simply jealous of Scott's physical presence and therefore admired him for the hours of dedication it required or did indeed have a man crush. Either way the moment had passed them both by.

"Aurora!" S'tera said, greeting her friend.

"Hi, S'tera! How are you?" Aurora chirped happily.

"I am great, hon! Nice to see you up and around!" S'tera remembered the incident with the jellyfish. "Hey how about Rena here? Wasn't this nice to do this for everyone?" she kissed Rena.

"Awesome! Yeah, me too! Still a little sore, but other than that, up and kicking! Eyup, Rena's Top Decorator!" Aurora pretended to 'tip her hat' to Rena.

Rena laughed. "Maybe S'tera and I will join your snowball fight," she said.

"Alright! The more the merrier!" Aurora pumped her fist in the air excitedly.

Vila took Frasier's arm. "Want to build a snowman with me?" She asked. She dropped it carefully, trying to appear more "casual" than "overly friendly".

The Doctor pouted slightly at the question. He'd prefer to stay warm and snugly indoors but recalled this was a social event for all the crew and something Vila needed to go well to bed-in her new role. "Sure," he nodded.

Vila raised her voice. "Anyone up for going into the snow?" she called out.

"Last one out's a burnt marshmallow!" Aurora yelled, making a bee-line for the door!

Aurora took a deep breath of the cold, clean air, suddenly longing for a REAL winter mountain again!

“I’m calling Scott and…T’Karnak for my team!” Callan called out. The guy who looked like he could toss an avalanche at his competitors, and the other, an alien with three arms.

“Computer, winter jackets, snow pants, gloves, boots and wool hats with pom poms on the top,” Scott ordered. He turned to the Edosian. “Assuming you’ll play, of course. If not, I’ll be forced to take them all out by myself. I’ve seen Cal’s aim.” Scott laughed and looked to see if Cal was at least smiling.

"Now see here, Mr. Jones! I'll be giving you a run for your money!" Aurora stuck her tongue out at Scott good naturedly, ready for a good snowball fight!

"Well darling? shall we join them? could be fun. Or we could just cuddle in here by a fire? that could be fun too!" S'tera said.

Rena made a small face but sighed. "I guess I should," she said. She hated snow. It was...cold. Still, it would look good if she were there and she needed to have some fun sometimes. "Let's go before Aurora gets there first and gets us with the snowballs. My brothers taught me how to build good ones!! Kelon could fire some mean snowballs!" She pulled S'Tera along. "Are you going to be warm enough? Should we replicate a coat? I should..." the Betazed woman was also half-Human, and with that came all the frailties that brought-namely, being cold a lot.

"I'll say yes to the coat. My fur keeps me pretty warm but in those temperatures, a coat would be best. As for Aurora, she absolutely would do that! She's one of my dearest friends so I can say that with certainty,"

At that precise moment, Aurora was indeed making snowballs...good sized ones too, in anticipation of the fun!

Tag: S'Tera

Vila smiled, and whispered to Frasier. "Just come out for a minute," she said. "Then you can come back in and be a warm hermit," she said, laughing lightly. She knew that they were both making some sacrifices-him probably more than her, though, and she just hoped he knew that she recognised it and appreciated it.

He mirrored her laughter having been called out. "I'll hold you to that. Come on, lets wrap up and join the others. Then, we could launch a stealth attack with snowballs."

T'Karnek smiled at Callen. Moving his arms around to limber them up and stretch them for throwing the snow balls. "This will be fun!" He said in his musical voice.

Vila went to the replicator, and made a few things-two sets of gloves (not mittens), and a small, handheld shovel/trowel. She then led Fraiser outside, and found a small patch in the snow, where they were separated but not too far from the others. She dug a small, shallow hole-just deep enough to get to the wetter snow. She gathered a palmful of the snow, and began to roll it gently, but with pressure. "Ok, do this same thing...and stop when you feel resistence," she said. "I hope they know that throwing bombs and IEDs at the Cardassians gave me QUITE the arm," she smiled wickedly.

"Give me a sniper rifle any day," Frasier replied balling the snow into his hand. He added quickly noting her odd expression as if trying to understand how a medicine Doctor and former civilian knew how to handle such a deadly weapon. "I have incredibly steady hand therefore a killer aim with the scope. Out here, well we're see."

She looked at him...what?

"Really?" she asked. You learned something new every day!! "You'll have to tell me about it sometime." She smiled and waited for a few minutes for them to have a good pile, and then shouted.

"On my mark...1, 2, 3....GO."

Aurora grinned excitedly as she finished her pile, poked her head up for a moment to check where everyone was, grabbed up a snowball, and let fly!

Vila ducked out of the way of the incoming snowball, and fired rapidly in the same direction. Soon, there were snowballs flying everywhere, and she was laughing. She was...actually having a good time. It was...weird, and new. But she liked it!

Aurora howled with laughter, peppering and getting peppered by snowballs.

"This is GREAT!" Aurora laughed excitedly.

S'tera and Rena had joined the fun. S'tera made some snowballs and pelted Vila with them. "Alright! let's go!" she shouted!

Vila laughed as Aurora pelted her with snowballs.

"Frasier! Get her!!" She called out, ducking away to build a few more. She fired them off towards Callan, and some towards Frasier, too. No one was off limits when it came to snowball fights. She also tossed one at the Caitian and the Counsellor. "Hurry up!!" she called out.

"Ppff! Right in the mouth!" Aurora sputtered, shaking her head to remove the white magic.

"Hey! I thought we were on the same side?" Frasier called to the XO once she'd landed some sly shots onto him. "Oh I see how it is!" he smirked then hurled one towards his girl. Unfortunately with his attention diverted a well aimed missile splatted against his cheek from another direction and slipped down the collar of this coat.

"Ugh," he grimaced and scooped out the cold substance as it chilled his skin. Suppressing a shiver he armed himself again and returned fire to whom he assumed landed the blow. Under the flurry of flying snow he could hear Vila's delightful laughter and concluded this experience was totally worth if to see her in a more relaxed environment, even if it took all afternoon for him to defrost from the cold.

Vila giggled. "I am on your side everywhere EXCEPT here," she said, her eyes twinkling. She had needed this. Probably a long time ago.

"Alrighty then! fire away!" she returned fire with her own snowballs! Vila was such an easy target. "C'mon rena, aurora! Let's get them! she pelted callan with one and then frasier.

Vila fired off a few more snowballs, hitting first Aurora and then Callan. She then put a finger to her lips. She slinked off, as if she was leaving the simulation, and heading back inside. Just as she reached the door, though, she quickly turned, and put a snowball directly into S'Tera's jacket. She smiled wickedly. "You're it," she said. She took off in a full, fast run towards Fraiser. "HELP!!" She called out, laughing. "You're all wet. Sorry!!" She said, as she took his hand.

Aurora howled excitedly as she let fly in two directions!

Vila looked to Frasier. "OK, let's go home now," she said. "Get you warmed up, and me...I don't know. Some tea, maybe," she said. She turned and let out a whistle loud enough that she was fairly certain that any ships in the area would also hear it. She smiled. "Alright. Us redshirts are heading back. I had a good time. Please don't destroy the ship. Have yourselves a good night," she said. She led Frasier back inside. "Okay, quarters, or mingle more?" She asked him.

"Coward!" S'tera called.

He glanced around the 'battlefield' . "As tempting as it is to go somewhere private," he gave her a mischievous smile. "Shouldn't we stay to congratulate the winner?"

She sighed, but nodded. "You're probably right," she said. "Ok, after this, though...." she said. She pulled him back along the way to the drinks table. "Hot chocolate?" She had had one drink, and that was enough.

"Please," he nodded tugging off his gloves already grateful for the warm hearth.

"Copy that...but no promises!" Aurora called back...right before again getting hit in the mouth!

"Ok...this means WAR!" Aurora howled, pelting her crew-mates mercilessly!

The trio of men digging away at their hidden snow fort had so far gone unnoticed and had a nearly meter tall snow wall to hide behind. Callan turned to see T’Karnak busily molding snowballs behind him and he and Scott added a flattened snowpack to the top of their fort, stabilizing the walls.

“Okay guys,” Callan said, the Aussie loved to play in the snow occasionally. “Let’s show them how flight and operations play the strategic game!”

Callan ducked up above the snowbank and lobbed his snowball, hitting someone in the shoulder.

He was chuckling and moving to duck behind the defenses when a packed snowball smashed him upside his head. Crashing down on his bum, he never even laid eyes on the attacker. Attackers? Another team of players?

Rena had an arm. She had had to learn how to throw balls - having two older brothers meant afternoons of basketball, baseball, football - any kind of thing that required running, tackling, roughhousing, and general energy-expending. So...throwing snowballs wasn't really that different from tossing a softball around the holodeck/suite. It was just...colder.

She had made a few, and one had hit Aurora in the mouth - oops. She'd overshot that one. The second one landed Callan on his behind. She let out a shrill laugh - not her usual one but the one she used when she had a small glee. She assumed that most people wouldn't expect HER - the staid counselor - so she could get a step ahead. "Didn't see that one coming, did ya? You gold shirts could learn a thing or two...from a girl," she said. "Come on, S'tera, hurry!!"

"Right with you honey!" s'tera replied

Aurora spit the snow out, took aim, and let fly!

“Bloody hell, Couselor!” Callan called out. “I’ve not got much cushion on my bum…take it easy on an Aussie! Besides, my gold shirt is in Operations, not bloody tactical!”

Scott tilted his head a bit. “I’ve been staring at your “bum” all night at it looks fine to me,” Scott whispered as he helped Callan back onto his feet.

Cal was thankful his cheeks were already red from the cold, though Scott’s warm breath on his neck sent a chill down his spine. “Thanks mate,” he responded to the assist. “It’s about time you noticed.”

“Rena on three?” Scott asked, looking to T’Karnak as he scooped up a snowball with his gloved hands. “You can, uh, sit this one out,” Scott suggested with a questioning emphasis on “sit” as he smirked squarely at Callan.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Callan answered, his pride a little hurt.

“1,2,3!” Scott counted before wildly jumping up from his position.

Rena worked quickly. Before the men could fire back, she fired off three snowballs each in rapid succession, hitting each man in the face. "Haha, Edoisan, top that!!" she said, with a little TOO MUCH glee. She hoped that her sudden change of behavior was just temporary. The Betazoid turned on her brain suddenly, so she could duck out of the way of incoming snowballs. She raised up to her full height, pudgy stomach notwithstanding. "AURORA. DUCK," she called out, as a snowball sailed towards the hybrid woman.

"YIKES! Thanks, Rena!" Aurora yelped, barely ducking in time!

Rena smiled, and nodded. Quickly, she tossed a few more snowballs at the men.

S'tera was by Rena's side, chucking the snowballs at the men. "Never mess with a scientist! We are quite knowledgeable about all sorts of stuff and know how to use it to the best effect."

Rena and S’tera were suddenly hit from behind. The men cheered their newfound ally for a moment until Scott decided to pick off Rena with a good snowball.

As he rose above the wall, Scott was pelted by a snowball as well. He dropped back and Callan grabbed his head, wiping the snow off Scott’s beanie hat and back of his neck. A quirk of a smile came to Scott’s face while Callan tended his cold assault.

“We have another enemy, boys, and it isn’t Rena and S’tera. I mean, we seem to to be losing either way,” Scott told his comrades.

“If this was a dogfight, would you give up so easily?” Callan asked, he also looked over to T’Karnak to see if the Edosian was ready to quit getting pelted by snowballs. “T’Karnak? Ready to lay down snow to the ladies?”

A smile crept along his face, as he lifted his three arms all holding nice compact snowballs, "Let's do it." He jumped up and start laying down cover fire of the snowballs that he had piled near him.

Tag Callan

Rena let out a small yelp as Aurora-or someone-got them from behind. "HEYYY, whose side are you on, anyway?" She asked the Aquadian.

"I didn't...OMPH!" Aurora yelped, looking around through the snow on her face.

"Yeah...I have no idea what's going on!" Aurora laughed, pelting the guys again.

“Time to jump ship! The fort isn’t working to protect us. We have to abandon this snow fort if we’re to have any chance at turning this game around.”

Scott moved, ducking behind the trees as Callan and T’Karnak split in other directions. Scott began to throw snowball after snowball, ducking from one tree to another, laying cover down for his teammates.

It wasn’t long before another snowball hit him square in the chest. Scott looked down and swore under his breath. “Son of a bitch!”

But when he looked up, his blue eyes caught the shadow moving across the lawn with preternatural speed and silence. He rushed to where he saw it, but there were no footprints in the snow. ’A holographic ruse?’ he wondered as he was pelted in the back of the head this time.

Turning, he unleashed a hard throw of the snowball he held. Not the fun, good sport game’s man he’d been up to this sport. Unfortunately, he pelted Rena right in the face.

"Ok someone isn't playing fair I think." she followed rena and kept an eye out for whatever was hitting them. Noone was this sneaky. Not naturally! Something wasn't right. "Rena, keep an eye out honey. I don't like this at all!" S'tera said.

Aurora had noticed the unnatural phenomenon as well, and was now attempting to get closer to her crewmates to set up better defenses.

"THWACK!" A snowball caught Aurora in the neck!

"Geewiz! What the heck's going on!?" Aurora was starting to get slightly perturbed.

"No clue aurora! Wish I did! something or someone is pelting us but we can't seem to see them!" S'tera said.

Rena herself got hit with a snowball, from the back. "What the....?" The Betazoid called out. She made a face, and put her hands on her hips. She called out to the males. "What are you three doing?" Against her own morals, she sent out a signal and entered their heads. Unfair? Yes, but...this was out of line! After a moment, she realized that they were just as confused as she, and left quickly before she "heard" something she didn't want to know.

"Ok...this is really weird...is there a glitch in the system?" Aurora asked as she reached Rena's side.

"Maybe. Computer, who threw the last snowball that his Lt. rena cambell?" s'tera asked. She figured maybe the computer had the answer. if not then maybe it was a glitch.

**The Candyman** came the computer's reply.

"Computer say WHO now!?" Aurora's ears shot STRAIGHT up as her jaw fell open in shock! Aurora'd honestly started to think the Candyman'd left the **Intrepid** on account that nobody...that she knew of anyway, had seen him for awhile!

 

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