After the last of the family members file in, the Vedek helping preside over the wedding make his way towards the centralized area of the temple's courtyard. He carries a torch with a blue flame, which seems to mimic the color of the Celestial Temple out in space. Out of respect for the to-be weds, he is not wearing green. Rather, he is still wearing the signature red colors of the Vedek priesthood. He remains silent as he advances towards two unlit bronze braziers, each depicting the emblem of Bajor on them. He makes his way towards one, carefully igniting it.
After the Vedek, S'uvok steps in behind, a formal gait to his steps. He wears his dress uniform, crisply pressed, emblazoned in the crimson color of command, with the added accent of the medals he had earned over the course of duty to one side of his chest. Tucked under an arm is a somewhat large, leather-bound volume, with the Monsoon's name and registry branded onto the cover. S'uvok steps to the head of the dias , between the pair of braziers being lit by the vedek
Somewhere, Joran is in the back of the room in dress whites for the event, and Vorras is tucked away somewhere with Rai waiting for things to begin fussing with his cape to make sure it's flawless for her behalf.
Upon the arrival of S'uvok, the Vedek takes a few steps back, until he's mostly out of the way of the officiant of the wedding. He holds the torch in front of him. standing nearly motionless for the moment. He doesn't make eye contact with anyone. Instead, his gaze is locked forward, waiting in anticipation.
Renya stood just off to the side of the aisle with Vorras back in the alcove just outside the sanctuary. She just kept ..fiddling with her nails waiting for their cue.
A few moments after the torch was lit, Maris Larmrys made his into the courtyard. He was clad head to toe in traditional Bajoran regalia for wedding ceremonies: A curious turquoise greenish set of robes, whose fabric appeared somewhat heavy and a bit uncomfortable to walk in. Despite this, he walks, his posture near perfect, towards the front. The Vedek seemed to nod as Larmrys took his proper place towards the front.
After a moment, the Vedek steps forward. With torch in hand, he makes his way towards the unlit brazier; swiftly igniting it. It emits the signature bluish green hue the celestial temple is known for. He then steps back, refocusing his gaze forward, in anticipation for the next arrivals into the courtyard.
After the next brazier was lit, Renya appeared at the end of the aisle on Vorras' arm. She was dressed similarly, the only difference being a headpiece that trailed down over her gown. She walked more rigid and kept her gaze straight forward as if she feared falling off a wire. When they were at the end of the aisle, Renya let go of Vorras' arm and folded her hands in front of her looking towards the front.
S'uvok opens the leather-bound book, holding it there with both hands. His eyes scan across the pages and then looks to the bride, then the groom “Who presents this woman to be married to this man.”
"Commander Vorras tr'Vrakkihal, Acting on behalf of the Father of the Bride."
S'uvok nods to Vorras in acknowledgment before looking back toward the book "Since the days of the first wooden vessels on Earthg, a tradition began that all shipmasters have had one happy privilege. That of uniting two people in the bonds of matrimony. A tradition we cary out today. We are gathered here today with you, Lieutenant Rai Renya, and you, Captain Maris Larmrys, in the sight of your fellows, in accordance with our laws and our many beliefs so that you may pledge your lives together in wedded matrimony."
At least for the moment, Larmrys is able to ignore the presence of his father, the source of near perpetual complications in his life. As S'uvok speaks, his eyes are fixed completely on Rai. He keeps his posture steady and straight; though he is unable to contain the faint smile on his features. He takes several deep breaths in anticipation.
Renya likewise had her eyes on Larmrys, all the doubt and second guessing melting out of her expression. She smiled, and though it was a soft smile, it was one of pure happiness.
"The compact of marriage, for officers of the Starfleet Tradition, is a unique fraternity. One where duty, to one's ship, to one's crew is enjoined with duty to one's spouse. It is a path no two should embark upon lightly. But indeed, is it not so with all of our endeavors? Our remit is to boldly go where none have gone before. And for each new world we explore, for each new civilization we encounter, we face our duty with character, and conviction. So it is between these too, further cemented by love, and devotion." It was difficult to determine if S'uvok was reading from the book or from memory, but he added to the pantomime by turning pages every so often"Will the couple please join hands?"
Larmrys draws in another breath, though it lacked any of the uncertainty of events before. Without any fear, even fear of his father's own judgement, he extends his hands, reaching to grasp her's with a wide smile on his face.
Renya likewise held out her hands until they were in Larmrys' and smiled big. Even though they were in a room full of people, it really felt like they were the only ones present in some surreal fashion.
"Have the bride and groom prepared vows for one another?" S'uvok looks between the two.
He offers a nod of his head, looking once towards his former Commanding officer. He then looks once towards the audience before them, and then back towards Renya. "The world we live in is one fraught with danger and uncertainty. Indeed, some of us do wonder if we'll end up in the fire-caves below our feet. But I say, with all that threatens what's decent and true; that having someone beside me to weather those storms is something I will not refuse. Whatever struggle we face, whatever terror we must weather, I pledge to be at your side. I say this here, with the Prophets and the Emissary as my witnesses." He says, invoking the traditional Bajoran conclusion to a vow at the end of his prepared vow.
Renya flushed lightly and bit her lower lip recalling the words of her own vows. "For a structure to stand, it must have a balanced foundation. It is something you find in your own shortcomings. It is something you create with love and effort. I offer these things to you, to bring you peace in the face of wrath, comfort in times of uncertainty, a place of warmth and safety when you face the cold realities of this life. You have my steadfast love and devotion, for whatever we face, it is together from this day forward. I say this here with the Prophets and the Emissary as my witnesses."
S'uvok turns the page in his book, taking a brief breath before speaking "Do you, Captain Maris Larmrys, take Lieutenant Rai Renya, to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you vow to love, honor, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others?"
At Rai's words, he falls silent, for a moment losing himself to a wave of blissful happiness. He quickly regains his composure at S'uvok's question, nodding on both accounts before answering them verbally. "I do."
He then looks to Renya "And do you, Lieutenant Rai Renya, take Captain Maris Larmrys, to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you vow to love, honor, cherish, and protect him, forsaking all others?"
"I do." Renya spoke without hesitation, still smiling from ear to ear.
"Captain Maris and Lieutenant Rai will now exchange rings. Rings have a great deal of symbolism and meaning for many cultures of the Federation. They imply a preciousness. Likewise they infer a connection. A link. Likewise as is the nature of a circle, it is without beginning, and without end. A metaphor for the love possessed by these two." He looked to them both "The Rings?"
After S'uvok's words, Larmrys approached Renya, a wide grin on his face. Procuring the wedding band offered some months prior, he offered his ring to Renya's. Hardly daunted by the presence of his father and other persons of conflict present in the crowd; his gaze remained on her as she presumably reciprocated the gesture.
Renya reached down into the fold of her sash for a simple silver band, bearing some of the same symbols as the betrothal bracelet she had offered him. She shakily held it out still smiling.
"Larmrys. Please place this ring on Renya's left hand and repeat after me: Renya, with this ring, I thee wed." S'uvok stated in an even monotone that somehow the other Zulu Captain could detect all of the subtle nuances of emotion in the words
He slid the ring onto her left finger before repeating he verse of his former Commanding Officer and mentor. "Renya, with this ring, I thee wed."
S'uvok then looked to Rain, noting the slight tremble in her hands and offered a nod of reassurance "Rai... place the ring on Larmrys' finger and repeat after me: Larmrys, with this ring, I thee wed."
Renya swallowed and tried not to think about doing something stupid like, dropping the thing. "Larmrys, with this ring, I thee wed." She repeated fitting the circlet on his finger in turn.
"Should any among us have any reason why these two should not be wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace." S'uvok looked out toward the assembly In the rows of guests Maris Folok sat stalwart, and his eyes shifted to some of the extended family. A stoicism underpinned by sternness that he would brook no interruptions on his son's day
The members of the extended family remain practically muted, not daring to digress from their father's wishes.
"Then by the power vested in me by Starfleet Command and the United Federation of Planets, it is my honor and privilege to pronounce you man and wife. You may now engage in a public display of romantic affection in order to signify a sealing of your vows."
Renya blushed lightly, but nevertheless leaned in for a rare exhibit of overt affection. She closed her eyes and savored the kiss.
S'uvok notes the date and time in the parchment pages of the leather-bound ship's log an official, written record of the marriage officiation having taken place as part of the Captain's duties for the day.
Not seeming to mind the large crowd of people before them, he savored the moment with her. When he stepped away, he afforded her a wide, knowing smile. He then looked to the assembly.
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