<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/11/b3/3d/11b33dc90c919a498dfc1340801c0bd5.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Rank:</strong>Captain Nathan Barnes<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Deep Space 9/ Prominade<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Talking<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any<br/><br/><hr/>Nathan was about to say more, then he was brushed passed by a person who made him do a double take.  He did a long slow stare and double blink to confirm once more what was before his eyes.  Jean-Luc Picard, here on<em>Deep Space 9</em>.  It was something as rare as...well...he could not help but give his own head a rueful shake.  As uncommon as Nathan himself being off the bridge of the<em>Fighting Lady</em>.  He supposed it was something all Starfleet Captains had in common, at least the good ones in his book.  For a while it was hard, along with much the rest of Starfleet who survived, not to harbor some ill feelings towards the focal point of the Borg.  Many of Starfleet, friends and fellow crewmembers of Nathan's.<br/><br/>In the end, Jean-Luc Picard was a man with a long and distinguished career in Starfleet.  The man could have been an admiral five times over, but still held the rank of Captain because he was of the same mindset as Nathan's.  He could do far much more for Starfleet in a captain's command chair than behind a desk making policy for Starfleet.  Nathan gave a rueful shake of his head and moved to return to what was left of his meal.  He might as well enjoy it before returning to his ship with the rest of his crew.  Still, as he returned to his table and sat down, he could not help but poke fun at his XO.  He tapped at his communicator after taking a long sip of his drink.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Barnes to Holmes."</em></strong>It did not take long for David to respond.<strong><em>"Holmes here, Captain, what else do you need."</em></strong>Nathan had muted his comms as he took a large bite of his<em>hasperat</em>before speaking again.<strong><em>"Guess who I saw here on the Prominade?  Jean-Luc Picard.   I had to double check because I was first in doubt, considering my standing orders of being notified of anything significant, and surely my Number One would tell me of the </em>U.S.S. Enterprise<em> pulling up and docking at the same station we are..."</em></strong><br/><br/>There was a very long pause on the open line, and Nathan took advantage of it to take some more bites of his meal before David responded in a voice full of chagrin.<strong><em>"Yeahhhh.  Hey Captain?  This just in, the </em>Enterprise<em> appeared out of warp and is docking at DS9, small world huh?"</em></strong>There was a laugh shared by both before David continued on his end.<strong><em>"Oh?  This bit of news comes a bit more timely, Captain.  The </em>McCoy<em> has dropped out of warp and is on approach to the station.  I know you wanted everyone back on board and like to set the example, but the recall will take at least an hour at current pace.  Why don't you take the time meet your sister, even if it is only for a few?  We can hold down the ship, our lack of star struck eyes not withstanding."</em></strong><br/><br/>Nathan thought about it for a moment, then polished off what remained of his meal, wiping his hands and face off in the process of standing.<strong><em>"You know what, not at bad idea.  Maybe I can get her to share a meal with me on board the </em>Hornet<em> Okay, I am convinced.  Still, lets see about tightening up the recall and I will check back in twenty with you.  Barnes out."</em></strong>He stepped away from his table, and tapped his communicator.  He needed to know which transporter pad to meet her at after all.