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Natasha and Dante's Wedding

Posted July 30, 2019, 1:15 p.m. by Lieutenant Natasha Knight (Doctor) (Kate O'Neill)

Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in Natasha and Dante’s Wedding

Posted by Lieutenant Natasha Knight (Doctor) in Natasha and Dante’s Wedding

Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in Shuttle Geralt: Natasha and Dante’s Wedding
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It was late, and Dante kicked a random box of, something, out of the way as he fiddled with the small replicator trying to program in the latest weird craving that Natasha decided she wanted today. It was 4am local time, but did she want breakfast, no, she decided to invent something he had never even heard of. “Baby are you sure you want this? Like, really? I cant just get you a banana and a chocolate bar or something?”

Turning away from his gorgeous, Moby Daye sized and very demanding pregnant bridezilla, Dante mouthed what she had just said silently and kept pushing buttons. Pausing a moment he took a look at some of the boxes, for some reason Natasha had decided she needed all of this, and it was too much to fit in the Geralts cargo hold as they travelled to Gamma Tiltium for their wedding. He shook his head and hit the final button, the delicacy appearing before his eyes and the smell of it instantly filling the shuttle.

“Really, baby.” He picked up the hot bowl of chicken noodle soup and looked down into it. Floating in the top were odd fluffy grain like orange sticks that were giving off an obvious fake cheese scent, the orange powder seeming to be floating off into the bowl.

“Where in any quadrant, did you ever decide or learn about chicken noodle soup and these things called cheetos? Mixed together? I think I’d rather have Gagh.”

Captain Knight, CO

“Parenting Magazine,” Natasha said taking her first sip. The look on her face spoke volumes. She was in heaven as she ate her breakfast. Curling up in the co pilot seat, Natasha tucked her feet under her assuming almost the exact same position she had almost three years ago. That time she was headed to a new ship: the Saracen. This time she was headed to a new life: as Mrs. Dante Knight. Looking out the cockpit window, Natasha saw the first glimpses of Gamma Tiltium’s curve against the blackness of the starry night. Pulling a PaDD from the seat next to her, Natasha gave Dante a smile. “If you had to pick your favorite letter what would it be? 1. A vowel. 2. A consonant. 3. A dipthong,” Natasha read the quiz out to him. It had been a long time since she polled Dante for her online quizzes. Almost three years in fact but it was time to get back to the basics of who they were.

“A consonant,” Dante said as he sat down in the pilots seat beside her, watching with some concern as she ate her breakfast. Three years ago they had started a new life, one that was bound to have a few bumps and curves on the way but one that both of them had always wanted. Dante smiled at her as he watched her, she was his everything and always had been and now, she was going to add something that was going to be their everything. He knew that wanted to marry her, to show her that what he felt was real and meant something to him. That she meant everything to him and was the woman he wanted to be with. Three years ago on a shuttle they had come to the Saracen to start a new life. Now, they were on a shuttle travelling to meet their friends and family. People who loved them, so that Natasha and Dante could start another new chapter in their life, as Husband and Wife.

“Consonants are the things that make everything else work, bind it all as one. Everybody give the vowels and dipthongs special attention when they couldn’t do what they do without the consonants.” He turned to her and smiled, until he saw the bowl of chicken soup and cheetos. He avoided looking at that and looked at Nat instead, “Next Question…”

“What is the best neutral color A. White B. Gray or C. Beige,” Natasha asked and let out a loud laugh. If anyone ever cloned her husband there would be one thing that she would use to tell them apart: His revulsion on the color beige. Since she had met him Dante had never liked beige and this was a continual theme in his life. His tirades on the color over the years had sent her into fits of giggles. Dante was passionate about many things and lad back on all the others. If you got him in the right mood and mentioned beige however, he typically became a one-man stand up comic due to his fiery rhetoric of why the color should be stripped from existence. This would always be her sure-fire way to know it was Dante and not some cloned imposter.

Lt. Natasha Knight medical

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Gamma Tiltium Beach
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A soft breeze blew the white silk tulle gently against the archway. Everything had been set up according to Natasha’s dream. She and Dante had come to this spot for years to dream about their future. From ensigns without a credit between them to the respected officers they became, this spot on the sand held all their dreams and the hopes of their future. It was the only place Natasha could imagine to start their life together. Dante would have given her the world. He would have married her anywhere yet this stretch of sand was the only place she wanted. White chairs, arranged in rows, sat empty for now. Soon they would be filled with guests. Pink and purple flower petals lined a long stretch of white fabric that she would walk down. Bouquets of flowers sat in vases lined the front of the archway while the soft blues of a turquoise sea framed the spot as their backdrop. The sound of the ocean had a soothing rhythm as the last of the touches were being added by the men and women of the USS Atlantis.

Natasha had been ready to hire a team of workers yet Kelly had refused. Instead, a slew of crewman prepared everything as diagrammed out as if it were a white-glove inspection. Kelly was overseeing the event with the sharp eye of the most diligent wedding planner. Nothing would come between her two friends on this day. This was why Dante was safely getting ready in the diplomatic suite and Natasha in Kelly’s quarters. No detail would be left to chance on her watch. Heck if the planet were to blow up, Kelly, being a captain, had the power to wed them if need be. Before the sunset over the waters of the ocean, her two friends would be married.

Lt.Natasha Knight Medical

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USS Atlantis Diplomatic Suites
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In the Diplomatic Suite Dante paced the room in front of the large window, Gamma Tiltium visible below and off in the distance, Outpost 42 where Natasha had been posted for years and he had used as a base for patrols in this sector. Duncan was also there, his friend who had let him and Natasha use his holiday home on Gamma Tiltium on many occasions including now, for their wedding and honeymoon.

Duncan watched him, both men dressed in their suits and ready for the day ahead of them. “You look worried,” he said quietly. Duncan always had the relaxed yet serious poise of a man who knew exactly what he was doing at every moment, a habit from his upbringing no doubt that drove Dante wild as his own hot blooded passions never stayed still long enough for him to come close to Duncans suave confidence. Like now, Duncan was sitting on the sofa of the Diplomatic Suite looking like he was the Captain of a Starship, and not a simple Lieutenant and Department Head of Science on Gamma Tiltium.

“Yes,” Dante said and muttered something in Italian under his breath that made Duncan raise an eyebrow. “This is the third time my friend, third. First time, I was called away to an emergency. Natasha would have killed Kelly and I had the wedding actually gone ahead, but we would still have been married. Second time, I told you about Natasha losing the baby and never telling me until recently.” Duncan nodded, and pushed himself to his feet to walk over to his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“That wasn’t your fault and she had her reasons,” he said to Dante in his casual but confidant English accent. “You’ve forgiven her, and love her still, so does she. She always loved you. Even when you were away for so long she loved you. She’s a good woman, Dante, and she will be a good wife and amazing mother to your miracle. Relax, enjoy today. We have this my friend. We have a Battlecruiser and a Starbase watching over us, and a communications blackout due to start in fifteen minutes. We got this. Third time’s a charm, my impatient Italian friend.” Clapping his hand on Duncan’s shoulder, Dante could only look out at Gamma Tiltium and wait for the call to the transporter. Kelly herself had arranged the Security route to the Transporters, times included so that Dante and Natasha would avoid each other before the moment they were to be married.

Captain Dante Knight, CO


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