A short story idea

[MICHAEL]

It was finally quiet along the main through way of the station. Doctor Mirra sat at the desk of the medical ward. He kept looking at a PADD in front of him. The information on it made him swell up with pride, his son, Benny, was in top of his class at Starfleet Medical.

"And to think I wanted him to just enlist as a common foot soldier" Maltox thought to himself.
Doctor Mirra's wife was on leave with their youngest children. It was the first time he had a quiet day, well he couldn't remember when.

Being a temoprary Doctor for Starfleet wasn't so bad, voluntering to fill in while a replacement could be sent was a point of honor for his house. Klingons always make it a point to stand beside their allies, even though Maltox was Bajoran by birth, he was still a member of the house of Kratora. And married to a Starfleet officer.

The late shift medical staff came in. They would have to make do with the EMH, Doctor Mirra had a appointment with his brother and a bottle of earth liquior called whisky.
The doctor waved good bye to the staff and picked up the PADD with the letter from his son.He knew is brother, Lasic would want to read about this as well.

Maltox wandered out to the large common area. He never realized how big starfleet made stations. It didn't matter as he walked through. His mind was drifting on random thoughts "What does this whisky taste like?, I hope Lasic isn't on duty tomorrow,". But Doctor Mirra wasn't as absent minded as he might have seemed, he stopped as he heard someone crying.

[Multifaceted Val]

I moved my paragraphs to the m-val fan writers group with a comment that Dr.M was your character and that we needed to get your input on him, or change him to someone else. When will you be adding more to your tale. I am curious about how you will handle it. If you are going ot round-robin it, I know a friend I would like to invite in to the round-robin collaboration.

[Multifaceted Val]

And yes, despite the --I count 4, were there more?--typos in my comment, I do proofreading in the Polishing Platform group.

[Multifaceted Val]

Before I say what I think, I want to know what you are asking. If you have been keeping up with my invites, (any you didn't get, just ask for. I do want you there.) you will see that I wearing several hats. The submission of a story to a particular group forum would tell me more about "so what do you think means."

As a fellow social network friend, I think there is potential is there. I got a bit confused with the name switching within same paragraph. I am curious to see how you will handle the crying of a nurse hurt by love. I like the idea of dealing with a reservist and family man. And I identified with a parent's pride.

If this is not a round-robin, can I take my Blanor paragraph and put it in the Write-Now and/or m-val fan writers groups?

[Multifaceted Val]

HI,

Do you know where you are going with your story, or do you want to work on it withing the group round-table?

If you want to do it round-table style, I invite you to enlist the m-val writing group to assist you. I will send you an invite just in case.

If you want anybody and everybody to help, do say so.

You have certainly provided a number of threads to work from. By the way, is Maltox' wife a Klingon? Is Maltox conflicted with his dual cultural identities? Is the crying from a child, or a dear john recipient,
-----------------if you want this to be a participatory effort--what about this-----

or did Blanor not get the promotion she expected, broke a nail on an access panel, got splattered with circuitry sealant messing up the only decent dress she has worn since shippping out and gave in to her disappointment when she discovered that Blix was not free to go to Quark's after all. Dropping her communicator was the final straw. As its hinges popped apart, she sobbed in frustration and crumpled against the wall as an overwhelming despair washed over her. She did not see the greyish mist that swirled about her head, reaching tendrils of sparks into her temples. Nor did she notice the mist spread over her and begin to swirl with dark undulations as she continued to cry until heaving sobs shook her entire body.

But Dr. Mirra saw the shadows about her. Not sure if the vague shapes were a trick of the dim light in this seldom used hall, he forced his face into an expression of compassion and fatherly concern.