618: A Wedding She's a Going

by Lt. Fox Margolis
81027.08
The day before A Chuisle Mo Chroi

-=Recruitment Division Offices, Starfleet Command, San Francisco=-


"Tapping your foot is not going to induce me to make this decision any faster."

Her hands placed on her hips, Faustine Margolis continued to tap her foot. "Commodore, I swear this is not some ploy by Admiral Vannegan to get me on to his staff...again."

Commodore Perry Erikston looked up from the padd he was reading and raised an eyebrow. He was still not over the multiple attempts by Roger Vannegan to pull rank and clearly did not like Fox reminding him of those fiascoes. "Have you ever thought that I am good at my job precisely because I pay attention to the details?"

Still tapping her foot impatiently, Fox nodded. "Every time I want something from you."

Erikston gave her a tired smile and continued to read her request. All it was was a simply request for 48 hours off so that she could fly halfway around the world --- she wasn't even leaving the planet --- from San Francisco to Ireland for a wedding. Nothing more complicated or sinister than that. But Perry Erikston never believed that anything was simple.

Finally, he reached the end of the request, and to Fox's surprise, quickly approved it and tossed it at her, as he was prone to do; she had long since learned how to catch. "I assume you won't be wearing that attire to the wedding."

Fox looked up and down at the uniform that had become her standard since beginning her work for Starfleet Recruitment. It was out of the ordinary, but what better way to encourage young men and women --- especially the men as they represented more than half of Starfleet recruits --- to join than to have a former model, ex-Miss Federation, and ex-Miss Alpha Quadrant on tour in a pink uniform? A pink dress no less, 23rd century style, with black knee-high boots. It was unconventional, but it worked. And it worked because Fox was just that good.

"Nah," she replied. "I'll make a quick stop in Paris and pick something up."

"Enjoy the wedding, Faustine. I will see you in 48 hours."

"You betcha. Not a minute late."


-=One day later, Ireland=-


The "little" layover in Paris had taken more time Fox had thought, but then again, she could not help but fall in love with that city each and every time she returned to it. As a result, Fox thought she was going to be the last one to arrive at the wedding. As it turned out, two people had arrived later than her, and like her had to slip into the back right before the ceremony began.

It was a beautiful ceremony, one that Fox had never imagined her former CO would have ever partaken in. But Zanh Liis simply glowed, as she should have.

And the reception was going to be a ball, as Fox was going to have a chance to see some old friends. But Fox was pretty sure that she would hearing from Liis again, and not just to say thank you for the wedding gift, especially as Fox had outdone herself this time: a customized coffee/cappuccino/latte maker with an added bonus ---a smores maker on the side.

LT. Faustine "Fox" Margolis
Starfleet Recruitment Office

NRPG: Look everybody; there's a guest star in the house!

Fox's writer is wonderful- we had the privilege of writing with her last year on another platform (the smores are a running joke) and we're tickled to have her sparkly self stopping by for the wedding.

A personal thank you to Fox on my behalf for chiming in and being part of the wedding posts- means a lot!~ZL