Posted by Lieutenant Natasha Knight (Doctor) 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 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

Dante almost coughed on the coffee he had just taken a mouthful of, well choked was likely the wrong word, he snorted and a trickle of coffee emerged from his nose which led to a series of mouth closed ‘coughs as Dante tried to control the urge to spit out the coffee, swallow it and stop the nasal caffeine drip all in one moment. “Seriously?” He asked her, looking at her with a highly raised eyebrow the moment he had conquered the demons. “You wait till I have a mouthful before asking that? Eat your cheetos and like them.” He turned back to the controls and viewport, but worked hard to stifle a grin and keep the serious look on his face. He had to regain some kind of dignity at least.

“Does that actually say that?” Dante asked skeptically, “I mean the answer has to be B. Gray is the only valid answer.” Turning back to her he reached out, and put a finger over her lips in the time honored “shush’ gesture, as he picked up the coffee cup again and took a drink, his eyes on her the whole time.

“First of all, white is not a colour, So it can’t be on that list. Secondly, Beige is not a colour. It is the evil embodiment of despair and sorrow, the culmination of thousands of generations of suffering, of below par performance. Of grandmothers who give handkerchiefs for Christmas.” Dante reached out again and patted Nat’s tummy gently, then leaned forward and gave it a kiss before he spoke directly to their baby. “Don’t you worry my little neonato, I will fight Babushka for you on that one, no handkerchiefs for you. I promise okay. I’ll lose, your Babushka is an intergalactic ninja with a rolling pin, but I’ll fight her for you.”

Now he followed Natasha’s tummy up, past her curves so he was face to face with her, but much,much closer. “Lets just, put that over there, shall we?” He moved the soup and cheeto mix to the side and put it on a small table, out of Nat’s reach. “Beige is not a colour, okay? So we go with B. As in, I want to be with my wife to be.” He kissed her gently, softly. “Next question?”

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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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Captian’s Quarters
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“God you look beautiful,” Kelly adjusted the veil around Natasha’s shoulders. This was not the first time she had done this but it would be the last. There was no point in worrying her best friend of the past 15 years but Kelly had it under control.

“As I have twice before,” Natasha laughed. Then her small chuckle turned into a larger belly laugh that shook her whole body. Kelly stepped back some and scrutinized the soon to be Mrs. Knight.

“Care to share fun time bear,” she joked with Daye. The reference to the small, colorful stuffed toy was only known to four people in the universe. It was an inside joke that only a large quantity of booze, cramming for mid-terms, and a close-knit group of friends could share. Natasha was fun time bear due to her propensity to find humor in the most unlikely events. Kelly was WTF bear due to her ability to craft a scheme that few could combat. It was not that Kelly was ever vindictive unless you crossed her or her own. It was more that Kelly could mastermind plans only rivaled by the most iconic bad guys and come out unscathed. Dante was serious bear. Part of it was due to his more logical approach to life. Dante was the unofficial leader of the foursome so he had to be the more serious one to keep the others in line. The other part of his name spoke to his catchphrase of asking seriously when the two most important women in his life came to him with a dilemma. Nat and Kelly rarely could keep a straight face when he uttered the reply seriously as his way to ask for clarification on a path they were choosing to venture down and why. Ric was adventure bear. The name spoke to Ric’s need to experience all that life had to offer.

“Well, you know how Dante and I always say three times a charm. He broke it off once. I did a second. What if this guy,” Nat rubbed her belly lovingly, “decides to come early.

The comment made Kelly’s face fall. She had planned for every contingency even down to mother nature. The only variable she hadn’t planned was biology. Snapping her fingers she spoke one word: Lauren.

From the back of the room came Shan with her ever-ready tricorder stealthily tucked inside the bouquet. Scanning Natasha, which would have looked to anyone else passing by as Shan blessing her with flowers in some tribal fashion, Lauren read the results and sighed. “The baby is still due three weeks from now. We are good,” she stated confidently. The Atlantis’ skipper was already high strung over this event so Shan was not going to mention the 5% chance the results were wrong.

“Don’t say that again. I mean it,” Kelly shoved Natasha’s shoulder. “I have contingency plans for pulsars, communications from headquarters, rogue pirates, crazy ex-lovers, natural disasters, illness, and plague, kidnapping, power outages, land-based assaults, medical emergencies, and parents. Do not make me plan on moving the ceremony to sick bay.” Turning slightly to Lauren she added in a low tone, “prep sickbay to have room for the bridal party. Also make sure the clergy have the version of the vows that say do you take her, do you take them, you are married.” After issuing the order, Kelly went back to adjusting the veil.

Natasha let out a deep breath and suddenly became serious. “I can’t believe in less than one hour I will be Mrs. Dante Knight. Some people may say what is the point after fifteen years but there is something special about taking his name. I have loved him since about the first moment I laid eyes on him. All I want to do is now is spend the rest of my life with him,” she said looking past her reflection and unto Kelly’s face.

“And you are going to have an amazing life and make me godmother to every single one of your kids,” Kelly smiled at her friend. “You know I will rock at it and since I can’t play favorites I am going to want them all.” The idea of kids and a family was on and off Kelly’s radar for years. Seeing her friend this happy might have nudged that blip back into the sensor field. “However today is about getting you married so ready,” Kelly asked eagerly as she moved around to hug Natasha.

“Since the fall of 2376,” Natasha joked back.

Lt. Natasha Daye on her way to be Knight.

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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, were filled with guests. Friends and family that had travelled from far in some cases. Pink and purple flower petals lined a long stretch of white fabric that she would walk down in minutes. 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 gathering waited patiently for the Bride and Groom to arrive.

The sound of a transporter made the guests turn their heads, to see Dante and Duncan, suited and ready, smiling, appear at the end of the aisle. With them was a small creature that trotted at Duncan’s heels obediently. Four legged, with wings and a face that looked like a cross between a bird and a dog, it wore a ribbon that matched the colour of the mens suits. Dante took a moment to pause and look around at the group. The beach and the day was perfect as if Gamma Tiltium knew what was expected of it and was obliging. The breeze light enough to move the silk tulle and let the scent of flowers from the forest nearby drift over the area.

The guests were of course filled with people that Dante and Natasha knew. “Looks like they are ready for you,” Duncan said quietly as he and Dante began to move up the aisle casually, greeting the guests as they went. “Of course they are,” Dante whispered as he paused and greeted people. “Did you see the Security Team that Kelly assigned to the place? They could have dropped them into a Klingon bachelor party and had them saying ‘please’ in five minutes.”

In minutes, there was no rush, the three reached the front of the aisle where Dante and Natasha would say their vows and become Husband and Wife. Turning to face the guests, who had resumed chatting and laughing as they waited Dante straightened his suit and looked at Duncan. “You got the ring, right?”

“What ring?” Duncan asked him with a look of disbelief.

“My Ring, Natasha’s ring, you know the rings that we are going to wear when we get married? Duncan?” Dante was still smiling to everybody in front of them, but he had suddenly become possibly the greatest ventriloquist in the Federation. Not a person would have known he was speaking if they were more than a foot or two from him.

“Oh that ring,” Duncan said, the look of disbelief melting into a look of nonchalance that was ruined by the look of mischief in his eyes. “Why didn’t you say that in the first place Captain? I have it, Trico has it.” He nodded down towards the dog-bird thing at his feet. “It’s in a case tied around her ribbon.”

“Listen here you English Buffoon,” Duncan told his friend, his lightly accented Italian becoming notably stronger as he looked down at little Trico. “Do not do that to me, not a third time okay? No, Duncan. That is not okay.” Despite his words, he breathed a sigh in relief and grinned, then looked at Duncan with a raised eyebrow. “You gave our ring to your bird-dog thing? What if she eats it or someone stole it?”

“Trico? No Dante. She’s the safest place for that ring to be, see?” He looked down at the creature who gave a small chirp-bark, then blew a small puff of flame out of the corner of her mouth. Dante could feel the heat of it from feet away. “See, she will look after it, and she won’t eat it, she has better taste than that.”

“Okay, so you gave it to the bird-dog Dragon thing. Good thinking Dunc.” He grinned and nervously readjusted his suit for the hundredth time, then paused and looked at Duncan. “What do you mean she has better taste than that?”

Captain Dante Knight, CO