| But a Champion can sense another Champion on sight and Diane Walker,
Empress of the Dwarven Nation, was VERY persuasive.....
So, a bit later a few Star Fleet and Romulan security guards escort
them back out into the open and return the weapons they had confiscated.
"That was.....different," Eddie mutters, "Never thought I'd be put into
the lockup by the Red Shirts! Though, I've got to wonder about what is
going on here...."
Last he'd seen on TV, the Romulans (as was the Klingons) were arrayed
against the Federation, and here they were....working together....on ROMULUS
(the seat of the Romulan Star Empire).
"And you say that these characters are from a science fiction TV show?"
Susannah Dean asks her husband. "Seem all too real to me."
"Hmm," Roland said neutrally.
Frankly, he had been less than sage with surrendering his revolvers.
It had been a LONG time since he'd had to do that. Sure, he'd given his
apprentice, Eddie, one of the two revolvers gifted to him by his father.
That was different. He couldn't have used both any more at the time because
of the simple fact that the lobstrosities had taken off half of one of
his hands! So when Eddie needed a revolver and since there were no "apprentice"
revolvers......no other revolvers besides his own.....
He'd only recently been healed (and had been gifted by Queen Astra herself
with an excellent Terran Prime revolver that made an excellent replacement
for the one that Eddie still had).....
"I trust your stay was a pleasant one, dearies?" a woman's voice said
behind them, rich with a very Cockney accent heard only previously by some
in Hollywood movies, "Sorry that I couldn't get ya free earlier than I
did because Security jolly well wasn't going to let you wander about near
all of us important VIP types, right? Especially after popping in out of
nowhere!"
"Diane! Tarin!" Queen Astra shouts, happy to see the Empress of the
Dwarves and her closest advisor, "I shouldn't be surprised that you were
able to make then see reason."
As the dwarf, amazon, and former drill instructor were catching up on
things Eddie saw several of the "VIPs" that they'd seen before filing in
after this Walker woman (some looking a little green and scorched).
"Oh, let me guess," Eddie mutters off to the side, "She's British?"
"Aye, yes I am," Diane says, smiling suddenly as she overhears
the young New Yorker, "And you must be Eddie Dean."
She then moved around to each of Roland's group.
"Jake," she continues, looking down at the Jake, then continuing looking
over at the others
"Susannaha, and Roland the Gunslinger," Diane finishes, smiling a beautiful
smile, "I must say, it's a pleasure to meet you all."
"I hate to interrupt," Picard says, finally getting tired of all of
this, "But could you tell what in the hell is going on?"
Roland and the others blink, then frown at Picards tone.
"And who the Hell is this clown in the pajamas?" Jake asks, looking
annoyed, "And while we're at it, why is Kirk wearing pajamas as well?!"
The next few minutes are increasingly noisy as several of the officals
act in an most unprofessional (but understandably annoyed and insulted
manner from the New Yorkers rather brusque manners).
Queen Astra, Roland, and Empress Walker share a look and Astra gives
a nod.
"QUIET!" Diane Waker says in her loudest command voice.
Everyone finally stops, and stares at Walker, who's staring back defiantly
at them.
"What are you wankers?" she says softly, "You're supposed to be dignified
here, not a pack of little snot nosed brats ready to start arguing whenever
any little insult or slight happens! Act the part, for god's sake!"
A few muttered protests get verbally slapped down by Walker, leaving
only a few rather embarassed officials (who had let their emotions
get away from them). They mutter apologies and compose themselves, just
as Diane Walker (a holder in several master doctorates in psychology, xeno-
and other, all the better to be the best drill instructor she can
be, dearie) knew they would.
Sometimes all that was needed was a loud voice and a boot applied in
the right spot. Sometimes more was needed. Sometimes a softer touch was
needed, but count on Walker at knowing what was needed to push through
a problem. That knowledge was the reason (utimately) why she had so much
success with the first dwarven recruits ten years ago (re: 7163).
"Now, with no more delays, I shall endeavor to explain exactly
who is who....and what the bloody Hell is going on here," Walker finishes
up, accent thickening a little bit at the end.
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 With a few
nods to proceed, that's exactly what Walker did.
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