Don't go there, pt. 1

[Aliana Lucindak 0]

Aliana waited inline to get off the shuttle. She had boarded after her transport landed in Betazed, and was outside the capital. She looked rather tired, her dirty blond hair was limp, and she was wearing BDU's, combat boots, and a brown tank top under a coat, wool and the same color as her BDU's, with the collar upturned.

 

She finally made it out of the landing bay, and out into the open, when she heard someone yell. "Hey! Tall blond woman with the combat boots!"

 

Aliana turned to look for who was calling her, her duffle smacking her in the side, when someone tapped her elbow. She looked down to see a woman, standing at about 4'3". "Aliana," she said, grinning, her dark hair pulled back.

 

Aliana gasped and hugged her. "Essmina! It's good to see you!" She let her go and grinned down at her. "It's been a while."

 

"Yeah a while, 3 years. It's like, you get assigned to a ship, and you never visit! Well, I see you now. By the way, nice hair. You cut it!" Essmina pulled her out. "Nilla is looking for you. She said the seminar time was changed to tomorrow at 1200 hours, so you will have time to sleep in. And it looks like you need it." Essmina peered up at her. "You look horrible."

 

Aliana snorted. "Just a little trouble sleeping. I told you about that sickness I got, right"

 

"Right, the betazoid virus that made you lose your ability to sense emotions and thoughts? What about it?"

 

"Well, it took a while to adjust to having them again. It was almost 2 weeks before they came back." She wrinkled her nose. "No matter really. Where is Nil?"

 

Essmina grinned. "In her rather fancy penthouse. I mean, you become a quadrant famous designer, and suddenly you get the best house. Oh well. Anyways, she really wants to catch up with you, and show you some new stuff you came up with. Oh, and she has some stuff for you, though it may be to small..."

 

They walked down the street, until they reached a tall apartment. After entering, and taking the stairs, they finally got to the penthouse. The lobby to it was white, with marble, but on the walls there were incredibly colorful abstract paintings, and designs for clothing that had been brought out. She walked to the door, but it swung open. "Ah! Al!"

 

A woman with red hair, tinted with blond, threw herself at Aliana. She hugged her and stood back. She was 5 inches shorter then Aliana, with 4 inch heels on, and also wore long black pants and a cream color blouse. She looked at her and her face fell. "Oh no..."

 

"What?" she asked, looking worried.

 

"I think I got your measurements wrong.... oh well... I'll fix them later."

 

Aliana held back the urge to burst into histerical laughter. "Thank goddess. I thought someone died." She walked into the apartment and coughed. "Wow... I guess you really are famous."

 

The apartment was painted a merlot red, and had another set of penciled clothing designs and paintings on the walls. The furniture was white, and on very glossy hardwood floors, and a full wall window looked out onto the capital.

 

Nilla tossed her very soft red hair. "Yes," she said, making a pose with a look of mock superiority on her face. "It was great. I started out in the academy, dropped out, and designed my own fashion line. Not exactly saving the quadrant or something, but still successful in of itself.

 

"Now, Ali, I need to know, everything, that has been going on. Ever since you set off on that station move I haven't gotten a drop of info."

 

Ali sighed and sat down on the couch, dropping the duffle down. "Ok, um, well, I got a life threatening illness."

 

Nilla looked at her. "I hate you sometimes. Why in frak's name didn't you tell me about -that-??"

 

"Um... I don't really know... my apologies. Anyways, apparently, the disease temporarily removed my telepathic and empathic abilities. And for some reason I can't remember what I did for 3 days.... I am going to have to ask someone about that," she said, fiddling with a piece of her hair.

 

Nilla flicked a piece of something off of one of her fingernails and looked at Aliana. "Well, sounds interesting. Move a station, get a disease. This is the reason I left starfleet."

 

Aliana chuckled. "Yeah, not really your thing, I would imagine."

 

Nilla chuckled as well. "Well," she said, clapping her hands together. "Do you want something to eat, drink, wear," she said, eyeing Aliana's clothing.

 

Aliana snorted. "There is no way you can talk me out of wearing these, and something to drink would be fine."

 

Nilla sighed, in mock disappointment. "Well, can't blame a girl for trying. Drink, sure thing."

 

Aliana watched Nilla walk out. "How are your parents," she called.

 

"Oh? There fine. At a conference on earth. Same with your parents." She came back in, carrying something turquoise. "Here," she said, handing her one.

 

Aliana sipped it as Nilla continued to talk. "Oh... someone else is here too... Imn-- Imnar's brother..."

 

Aliana stopped short of sipping the drink. "What is he doing here?"

 

"He came for shoreleave, and found out you were coming. He wants to talk to you."

 

"We, have nothing to talk about. Imnar's dead, thats never going to change." Aliana stood, her face tight. "I am going to go take a shower."

 

Nilla nodded, and picked up the undrunken drink. "Sure. Get some sleep too, you look like you need it."

 

Aliana nodded. "I will."

Edited April 25, 2009 by Aliana Lucindak