Melissa
had thought after the meeting she would be free to return to her
quarters and do what she wished. This was not to be so because,
Admiral Anasazi wanted to give her a guided tour of The Insurrection.
So
she, T'kell, Skorr and Fatou, traipsed along behind Tyr as he proudly
narrated interesting facts and showed off “his baby”. It was the
easiest job she'd every done because all Skorr had to do was record
the audio and video like a documentary.
Tyr
had saved the best for last. As soon as they entered Sickbay's
doors, Darwin (in his anti-gravity planter) whizzed right up to them.
Scaring the stew beans out of Melissa, fascinating both T'Kell and
Skorr and irritating the heck out of Tyr. Fatou liked Darwin so she
merely pulled her whiskers back with mirth.
“Greetings
folks! How my I help you?” Darwin asked. Further shocking
Melissa, as she had never seen a plant with such googly eyes, nor heard
one speak until now.
“I
was not aware that Sickbay had an official greeter.” Tyr
deadpanned.
“DARWIN!
Who are you harassing now? This is Sickbay, not a cheesy brothel on
Risa!” Kori's voice shouted.
“Ops!
Time to get the hell outta Dodge!” Darwin said, as he shrunk down
into his planter and sped away.
“Fascinating.
A Kensington-Smythe Plant.” T'Kell stated to Skorr through their
marital link.
“At
last I'd heard they were extinct.” Skorr thought back.
“Apparently
not. At least he is not. . . ” T'Kell thought back.
“What
the hell was that?” Melissa asked aloud.
“The
plant or the loud harridan shouting?” Tyr asked, with no trace of
humor whatsoever. Behind them Fatou chuffed.
“Both.”
Melissa stated.
“The
ficus is a Kessington-Smythe Plant. It is a very intelligent and
social plant, is capable of speech, is somewhat prehensile, and nosy as hell.”
T'kell explained.
“The
loud femme fatal roar you heard was none other than my Chief Medical
Officer, Doctor Kori. . . . .” Tyr started but never finished. The one whom he was speaking about chose that very second to make an
appearance. Melissa backed up because the good doctor was a tall
Klingon female, dressed in Starfleet Medical blue (including white
coat) who was also carrying a pair of old fashioned hedge clippers.
“.
. . . . If I get my hands on that Darwin, I'll, I'll.” she
muttered. “Oh hello! I was wondering when The Admiral was going
to bring you down to meet me, Ms. Culpepper. I've heard all about
you.” Kori said by way of introduction. Though honored, Melissa
gazed at the clippers dubiously.
“Oh,
don't mind this old thing. I just use it to keep Darwin in check.
He tends to get cheeky at times and it helps to remind him who's
boss. . . .” she continued, as she handed the implement off to one
of her staff.
“Why
don't we retire to my office where we can have Raktigino and
crumpets.. . . . .” Kori stated as she led the way. Melissa was
shocked to find the Chief Medical Officers inner sanctum was a
miniature version of Hydroponics. There were plants sitting on every
available space except her desk. There only one plant sat.
After
everyone sat there was one chair left. Everyone silently gazed back
at The Admiral who was still standing at the door.
“I'll
stand, Thank you.” he stated to no one in particular. Fatou
refrained from chuffing because she knew why.
Out
of the corner of her left eye, Melissa caught a slight movement, but
before her mind to register it, she was thrown to the deck and
covered by T'Kell. Skorr stood in front of the Good Doctor's desk
poised in a martial arts stance with his arms up and ready to battle
against. . . . VuVu's reaching tendrils.
“No!
VuVu! Bad, bad, girl! Bad!” Kori fussed at the plant. VuVu whimpered
and drew back. “I am so sorry I didn't warn you about VuVu. I'm
so used to living and working around her that I forgot about her
insatiable curiosity. She knows you're here Admiral. Why don't you
say hi?” Kori asked of the chocolate colored Nietzschean statue
standing at the door. By way of acknowledgment, Tyr grinned and
waggled the fingers on his left hand at VuVu.
“Oh
my, I thought you two had gotten beyond that stage.” Kori said, as
Melissa and T'Kell stood, dusted each other off and sat. Skorr
returned to his seat and frowned.
“Hey!
I know what kind of plant that is. It's a Thief Plant.” Melissa
said.
“That's
close. She's actually classified as a Pick Pocket Plant.” Kori
replied.
“The
Ferrengi made liberal use of them in their Dabo Parlors and drinking
establishments.. . . . .” Skorr started.
“Hello!
Did anyone miss me?” Darwin asked as he burst into Kori's office,
nearly knocking Tyr flat.
“Serves
him right for standing in the door like some kind of sentry. . . . ..
“ Fatou thought, as she swept her whiskers with mirth.
“Ensign
Jeffers, can you please bring a pot of Rakitgino and a plate of
pastries to my office?” Kori said over the comm.
“Am I correct in assuming that you would like some aspirin with yours, Admiral?” Kori asked sweetly.
“Am I correct in assuming that you would like some aspirin with yours, Admiral?” Kori asked sweetly.
Tyr
grunted and rolled his expressive brown eyes, as he sat in the last
seat available. The one closest to the edge of Kori's desk. So,
VuVu was able to reach out and curl one leafy vine about his left
bicep. On his right sat Darwin in his anti-gravity planter as he
gazed questioningly at The Admiral. Tyr was effectively surrounded.
Melissa locked eyes with Fatou, then TKell, and Skorr, last of all
Kori who winked and smiled.
“Catch!”
Kori said, as she tossed the packet of analgesic tabs to Tyr, which
he expertly caught it on the fly with his right hand. Ensign Jeffers
handed around cups of Rakitgino, and set down a tray of pastries.
Tyr opened his packet and dumped the tabs directly into his cup of
hot liquid. He took a sip and frowned. The aspirin had made his
Raktigino bitter.
“Bitter,
eh?” Darwin asked.
Tyr
grunted, grabbed a scone and bit off a third of it to kill the taste. It also prevented him from firing off a snarky remark to Darwin.
“So,
Ms. Culpepper, how did you become interested in Intergalactic
journalism?” Kori asked, pleasantly.
*
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Meanwhile
back on Deep Space Ten, a Nietzschean couple with a five year old
daughter was ushered directly into Fleet Admiral Haxhis office. Upon
seeing the Katay Admiral and Councilor Khan, the little girl stared
up at them in open eyed wonder.
“Anne.
It is rude to stare so. Say hello to the nice Admiral and her
aide.” her mother chided.
“Hello.”
Anne said.
“Actually
her name is Anemone.” her father pipped up proudly.
“Hello
Anemone. My name is Haxhista and he is Khan.” Haxhis started as
she pointed to herself and Khan, by way of introduction. “ I hear
you have a message for me.” Haxhis said as she knelt in front of
the little one. “Who is it from?”
“Queen
Mother Victoria.” the little girl replied. Haxhis looked up at
her parents for confirmation. Both looked as serious as a heart
attack.
“Forgive
me for asking, but are you both. . . . .?” Khan asked.
“No
we are not, but she is telepathic.” the mother replied.
“What
do you have to tell me, Anemone?” Haxhis asked.
“Queen
Mother Victoria greets you in the name of The Divine and says to tell
you that she is safe. She will be in touch with more information
soon.” Anemone recited.
“Thank
you, Anemone. Will you please relay to her my greetings and
heartfelt joy that she is safe? Also, please tell her that we are
still hard at work on the project.” Haxhis said. She trusted
Victoria was savy enough to know “the project” was the hunt for
her son, his ship and crew.
“Yes
I will, Ma'am.” Anemone replied. She blinked and concentrated a
bit, then smiled a beatific little girl smile.
“All
done, Ma'am.” she replied.
“Thank
you.” Haxhis said. “You are both welcome to bring her back
anytime you want.” The Admiral stated as she stood and addressed
her parents. Obviously, Anemone was going to be her contact person
while Victoria was in exile.
“Thank
You Admiral, but we have not introduced ourselves.” The mother
started.
“You
are Helena and Dionysus Wolffe. My children are in Anemone's class.”
Khan said, as both parents smiled.
“Yes,
she is.” Helena replied.
“Have
you also considered having her enrolled in Vulcan telepathic
training?” Khan asked. He had to ask, it was his calling to
always ask. . . . . .
“As
a matter of fact we have an appointment to see Professor Thall in ten
minutes about that subject.” Dionysus replied.
“He
is one of the best.” Khan replied approvingly.
“And
you mustn't be late.” Haxhis said. “Thanks again.” she
continued, as the small family left her office. Before the door
closed Anemone turned and waved. Both Haxhis and Khan waved back.
“Now,
Counselor, can you please explain how Anemone received that message?”
Haxhis asked as she reseated herself.
“Pride
Secreto has a form of telepathic communication called strangely
enough, The Moccasin Telegraph. The history of those words date back
to the Old Earth American Indian tribes who used to receive news when
tribe members walked from one location to another to visit.” Khan
began.
“Oh,
I see, it's something like the grape vine.” Haxhis replied.
“Yes,
only it is done telepathically. The message is passed from one
telepath to another like that Earth game “telephone” until it
reaches it's destination. However, when the message reaches the
destination it is not all fouled up like the game of telephone is
supposed to do. It is precisely what the sender meant to send.”
Khan replied.
“And
a child shall lead them. . . . . . By the way, how are your children
doing?” Haxhis asked, turning the tide on Khan.
“They
are having a wonderful time. It is I who is suffering.” Khan
replied, as he pulled back his whiskers with mirth. “I had no clue
mothering was such an arduous task!” he continued.
“Welcome
to the parent club, Khan.” Haxhis chuffed.
“I've
always shared the task of caring for our kits, to do everything alone
it is nearly impossible. I can see why Nietzschean males marry
multiple wives or why some races have slaves.” Khan joked. “Not
that I would ever enter into such practices.” he further
justified.
“They
are old enough to do simple chores around the den now. It may not be
done perfectly, but let them help anyway. It will keep them busy,
out of trouble and teach them to be responsible.” Haxhis said,
recalling her mischievous nieces and nephews.
The
first thing she did when she had them over for a visit was to put
them to work. As a consequence they all hated coming over to see
her. Their stances changed as they got older and took on mates. . .
. . .
“I
know you miss Fatou.” she stated.
“I
most certainly do.” Khan replied. “The kits not so much, only
in the beginning because I cannot cook.”
“Khan!
It's the easiest thing to put a couple of fish the grill or. . .”
Haxhis started.
“I
stink at cooking so much that the poor kits refused to eat whatever I
produce. I couldn't stomach it either, so I made arrangements with
Tabji to prepare meals for us until Fatou returns.” Khan replied.
Tabji
was an older Katay female who'd opened the first Katay restaurant on
Deep Space Ten. Tabji's was an instant hit with the Katay (The
Fleet Admrial included), and those who loved fish dishes. What Tabji
and her staff did to their food was simply magical.
“We
are doing all we can to get them back, Khan.” Haxhis said softly.
“Thank
you Haxhistia. I know and appreciate the effort. But, rescue will
not be for a while yet. Past the six week deadline as a matter of
fact. So I advise you to prepare for the impending diplomatic and
media firestorm.” Khan replied.
“That
bad?” Haxhis asked, now on alert. It was very rarely Khan gave
her one of his infamous predictions. Every time he made one, of
course it was right on the money.
“Yes.”
Khan replied simply.
“What
about Tyr, his ship and crew?” she hazarded. After all, if he was
willing to impart one prediction, perhaps another. . . . .
“They
will be found safe and sound. However, some will have to endure the
crucible.” Khan replied. Haxhis' jaw dropped.
“I
cannot tell who or whom, but these things must happen.” Khan said
in response to her reaction.
Haxhis
reached over and tabbed the button on her desk console.
“T'Lar.
I need you to clear all of my appointments for the rest of the day
and alert all of my immediate command staff that I wish to have an
emergency meeting with them, here in 30 minutes.” Haxhis ordered.
“Aye,
Ma'am.” T'Lar's voice responded.
“So
it begins.” Khan said.
*
* * * * * * * * * * *
Meanwhile
on the Insurrection, Ms. Culpepper aka Ms. Sirus was having a lively
discussion with Dr. Kori when, when her desk comm cut in.
“Doctor
Kori, you are needed in the main ward.” Nurse Summers voice calmly
said.
“What
is the problem?” Kori asked.
“Captain
McPhearson and Lieutenant Xenia just brought Desdemona in. Her water
broke.” was Summers response. The words hardly left her lips when
Kori vaulted over her desk and charged out of her office, followed by
Tyr. Melissa, T'Kell, and Skorr.
“I
must remember to ask the Good Doctor if she learned that move in
Starfleet Academy.” Melissa thought to herself.