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Tis the Time of the Season - Crew Christmas Party Fortune Telling table - Natasha and Dante

Posted Feb. 23, 2021, 12:11 a.m. by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) (David Shotton)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Natasha Knight (Chief Medical Officer) in Tis the Time of the Season - Crew Christmas Party Fortune Telling table - Natasha and Dante

Posted by Captain Dante Knight (Commanding Officer) in Tis the Time of the Season - Crew Christmas Party Fortune Telling table - Natasha and Dante

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Natasha Knight (Chief Medical Officer) in Tis the Time of the Season - Crew Christmas Party Fortune Telling table - Natasha and Dante
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OCC So for fun I am telling fortunes in the Russian tradition of Christmas. If you want your fortune read let me know. I am literally going to use the magic 8 ball beside me and add a bit o’ O’Neill to it. ~ Kate

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“So where did you set up the fortune telling table,” Natasha asked looking around. Dante had to have set up the fortune-telling table. I was the one Russian Christms tradition she loved even if it was not the most traditional of holiday activities. Moving slightly to the left she saw it set up just like Babushka’s table was in her childhood home on Lake Baikal. Moving over towards the table Natasha smiled. Everything was set up exactly the way it needed to be, even with an old woman glad in the traditional red and white clothes.

“Care to have your fortune read,” the woman spoke to Natasha beckoning for her to take a seat.

“One second. Dante…Dante,” she waved for him to come over with her. It would not be a fortune telling session if he wasn’t there pointing out the flaws in the system but this year like every year, Nat would store every nugget and use it a ammo for all the events of the next year.

Natasha Knight So happy she got a tree.

“You sure you can use thins thing?” Dante grinned. “Remember the time in the Academy we went to one of these things, and the woman reckoned we would have six kids by the time I got my first command? I told you I could smell tequila on her breath.”

-Captain Knight

“And if our mission on the Valkarie hadn’t gone pips up we would have been married before our happy arses hit the dry dock,” she pointed a finger at him. “Us starting us was not due to us not wanting us but more that the Federation couldn’t handle us.” Natasha broke out laughing wrapping an arm around her husband’s waist. Others would have looked at her cross-eyed from the roundabout conversation however, Dante had spent way too many years with her to get lost. He was also not drunk enough to need clarification on things she said. “Besides now we have all the time in the world to pop out a cadre of kids with your stunning good looks and my dazzling intellect.” Raising up on her toes, Natasha kissed him slow and long not carrying who in the crew saw them. To her, it didn’t matter. Dante might be the highest-ranking officer in every room on the ship, with a penetrating stare that made men snap to attention and women melt slightly yet he was still just her husband. Nat had seen him dashing at a social event and stuck in bed with flu. Everyone always saw him as captain but she could only see him as her husband.

Pulling him towards the table, Natasha waited for Dante to sit before she took a spot on his knee. There were two chairs but Natasha was feeling a bit playful and a lot tipsy. Leaning back on his chest she wrapped one of his hands around her waist to help her balance. “Oh and for the record I got her drunk and paid that woman,” she admitted for the first time in all their years together.

“You did what?” Dante said out of the side of his mouth while looking at her sideways. In truth, the sideways look was because he was also keeping an eye on the fortune teller at the table. He didn’t trust the profession, much less when it was revealed that they were open to bribery from starry eyed Cadets. “You know I might consider that entrapment, right? Is it still entrapment if I wanted to be caught?”

“Don’t judge me,” she responded with a laugh. “I needed you to know how amazingly wonderful your life was going to be with me if you stayed the course. She did however have another fortune under the table if you got all lippy,” Nat leaned to the side so she could look at Dante.

“Like what? If I didn’t give my all to you then you would get your eye stolen by one of Perkins Pretenders?” Dante waggled his eyebrows slightly as he spoke, mainly because Dante not giving Nat his everything was something both of them knew from a very early point in their relationship, wasn’t going to happen.

“If you didn’t stay the course she had a lovely diddy about hellfire and space Krackens devouring your ship.” Natasha spoke the sentence with as much certainty as she passed when on duty. Nothing in her demeanor indicated she doubted the idea Dante would be devoured by a space Kracken if he hadn’t chosen to devote his life to her as she did him. “So for the record, accept what she says or you my friend could be Kracken chow.” Taking a sip of her drink she offered Dante a swig before setting it down on the floor next to them.

“Might be preferable to what you were like with me chewing cereal too loudly when you were pregnant,” he muttered, hiding it with his own swig of Christmas cheer before locking eyes on the Russian Dragon sitting on the far side of the faux crystal ball.

“So you come before Babushaka so see your fate. To find out what your year holds. Are you brave enough to look into the depths of time to see what fate holds for you?” Reaching out her long bony fingers, the woman splayed a series of tarot cards before Dante. “Choose but know that the cards choose you and not the other way around.”

Nat Knight ready to hear about what a great year they are about to have even if it is 2021…er 2397

“So much suspense,” Dante said quietly, if not slightly sarcastically, to Natasha. “Are you going to chose one as well? Do it with me, there’s no rules against that is there?”

Reaching out quickly she slapped Dante’s hand and looked at him with a mischievous grin in her eyes. “There are rules for everything in Russia. You know that moi mily krasivyy vnuk.” The Russian rolled off Babushka’s tongue almost like a song. It was one of the few phrases that did not sound angry in Russian. That was of course unless Milla was angry at him which was always a possibility when one dealt with Natasha’s grandmother. The woman had a temper that seemed to run strong in all Russian women.

“She’s talking to me, I know it.” Dante said to Nat while maintaining his own careful watch on Babushka. How the old woman managed to constantly avoid the ships universal translator and speak pure Russian to him escaped him time and again. He knew she had been Starfleet tech at one point in her past, and he knew she was still sharp as a blade, and knew that she likely has some chip stored away somewhere that let her override the ships translator. He knew, Babushka knew he knew, and still she toyed with him. She was scary.

“Tvoya sudba tvoya sobstvennaya. vy dolzny vladet im, a nay,” Babushaka chastised her grandson in law pointing a gnarled finger at him.

“I’m not quite catching that,” he shrugged. “Nat has taught me a few phrases, but I didn’t quite get that one.” In truth, the phrases Natasha had taught him were not ones that any of the crew needed to hear from his lips.

“English please,” Natasha took the bottle from Dante downing a large swallow wondering if the Russian Christmas tradition might be too much for the crew.

“You must pick your own fate and not blame it on things like your wife or Starfleet saying you must be in one corner of the galaxy instead of by her side but I am not judging,” Babushka held up her hand as if all innocent and non judgemental. The truth was judgment was spilling from every gesture and look. It was an old argument starting from the first time he met the elderly woman and uttered the word ‘I am hoping to be stationed close to Nat.’ “You make your own calls..”

“I always have, except when I’m needed somewhere and need to do my duty.” Dante’s eyes narrowed, it was an old argument between them.

“Like you should,” Milla was attempting, albeit poorly, to act like she understood.

“But this,” she gestured to the cards in front of her, “aren’t controlled by some Perkins,” she spat behind her in the Russian tradition of keeping away malevolent beings.

“Did you just…” His voice trailed off as he looked at the glob on the floor. “I thought that was Bruce drooling! You spat on my ship! Nat! Your grandmother just spat on my ship!”

Natasha’s expression was of pure shock. Yes, she did the same thing all the time but only in a symbolic nature. She never actually spit on the floor of the ship.

“I curse that one for you,” Milla reached out patting Dante’s hand in a soft, gently, motherly fashion meant to comfort someone that was worried or upset. “Every time I say his name to drive him from your life.” Her tone took on a preachy quality but the look in her eye let Dante know she was starting to get fired up.

“When I speak the name of the devil Puh,” Milla’s gaze narrowed feeling the angry swelling in her.

“Dante pick a card. Pick a card,” Natasha said rapidly.

Reaching out he hovered his hand over the cards for a moment, then brought his finger down on one. “Did i win?”

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