Post # 12: From the Admiral Busted Relicator Thingie

By:
Lt. Tri Alsa Qira

Tri sat on the edge of the seat in her office and continued her report. She had just finished her workout on the holodeck but she still felt as though she should head back and get some work done. She wasn't feeling as tired as she should have been. No matter how much reading she tried getting done, she thought of Kalder and what he was doing. Maybe she shouldn't put too much stock in him because he was so far away. He was so - so - warrior-esque and she was so stubborn. She knew they couldn't work out but images of his wall of a chest flash through her head and she remembered how hard he had felt when she had kissed his cheek. She had braced the tips of her fingers against him.

At that moment she wanted him to hold her. She sighed and melted backwards into her chair with her eyes closed. What would it feel like to have a man such as Kalder? Would he be gentle, rough? Would he kiss her eye lids while she slept? Would he ever tell her he loved her? Klingons were known to be unloveable, hard, cold. Could he smile at her under the dark QonoS sky?

Tri cleared her throat and pushed forward in her seat. Her body tingled sweetly from her thoughts and she had to fight not to run home and call Kalder. She struggled with not waiting until it was late on his planet and call him just so he would answer shirtless once more. She had to be good. She had to try and forget him. She had to---

"This is dumb," Tri frowned. "You are way too old to have crushes."

She walked to the replicator and stood there, "Ice-crean...chocolate."

What came out was a bowl of brown liquid, "damn it to Zliak," she swore. She dropped the bowl against the replicator and watched it disappeared. Her communication console beeped and she arched a brow, "oh you may have one the battle," she threatened the replicator, "but I will win the war..."

Tri dove for the communicator, "Yes? Go ahead."

"Ah Lt. there is a message for you from Fleet Admiral Adam Drakes."

"Oh!" Tri gasped and flailed happily. "Put him through please."

She sat back and when the starfleet insignia disappeared, the handsome face of Adam Drake popped on, "Adam! or should I say, Admiral?"

"Oh Tri you look as lovely as ever," he beamed at her. He wasn't as old as the other Admirals but then again he was somewhat of a genius. "You can call me whatever you wish."

"Oh flatery dear, Adam," Tri batted a wrist at him. "Is this a social call or a fleet call?"

"Must you always think foul of me, Tri Alsa Qira?"

Tri chuckled and leant forward, "well, prove me wrong. Business or pleasure."

Adam wrinkled his nose at her that caused Tri to laugh, "pleasure. I am calling in to ask when you will be in Britian again. I would like you to come over for a spot of tea. it has been ages since I've seen you."

"I miss you too, Adam," Tri sighed. "But alas, I was just posted on board the USS Silor as their Cheif Security officer. I don't know when I will get some time off."

"Well, I have some time off," Adam spoke, "and I have it on good authority that your captain is due for some as well. I believe he will be taking it. Would you like me to come along?"

"Oh Adam! Would you?" Tri flailed happily.

"But of course," Adam s miled. His lips curled up sexily to one side. "I shall speak with your captain and let you know."

"Thanks Adam. It will be like old times," Tri beamed.

"That is what I am counting on, farewell."

Tri waved and the screen went back to the starfleet insignia. She squeel, jumped and clicked her heels then went back to work on the replicator, "oh, you're going down!" she smirked.

Post #11. Does Anyone Have a Better Idea?

What was I thinking?

Syra leaned back against the wall of her room and stared anxiously at her form in the mirror. Quickly she went into action, washing and brushing and trying to find something to wear – she looked at one dress after another, holding up a blue one to the mirror, and then a green one and a burgundy one.

Why the hell was she even thinking of wearing a dress? This was dinner with the Captain… …it had to be something casual but proper at the same time. This was dinner with Sebastian, the white lace.. that was it, the white lace dress that fit her body to above her knees. She took it from its hangar and threw it down again. No, no, no – this was all wrong. Causal, but formal – she dug through her things again.

Syra frowned – a dress suit would make her look like his accountant. She reminded herself that was actually what she was, and what she should look like to him and yet Syra tossed the suit away quickly. Jeans were too casual, she threw them on the floor as well and a fluttery tie back blouse found its way into her hands next. She held it up against herself in the mirror –

--oh no, too – it said too much. It said, well, in her eyes for this occasion the shirt overly shouted …I want you.

She tossed it away as well.

It had been so long since she had to dress like a woman, for a man, but this was someone she couldn’t love. Turning from her things she sat on the edge of her bed in dispair, “I want you,” She said the words out loud that had ripped through her mind. It hurt her to say them. It burned inside her every time she saw his eyes, heard his voice, and touched his hands. Syra sighed. He eyes drifted to the simple, white lace dress again and she picked it up and looked at it.

It couldn’t be that bad, could it? It was better than the blue strappy thing. Pulling herself together she got into the thing before she changed her mind and checked herself in the mirror. Did it work? What would he think? Would he like it, “oh hell!” she shouted, “why the hell should it matter.” A thought came to her and she nodded, “I won’t wear shoes, that will keep it casual. Yeah.” Then she turned and decided to try to find next what could possibly be made into a dinner for him.

This was bad, Syra thought, as she threw everything together quickly in the kitchen. This is really – really not a good idea and yet she was so looking forward to it and nervous as though it was an actual date. It was not a date. They had to figure out the shore leave, and he had to tell him about what happened with Anya. She smiled at the thought of the amusement that would be in his beautiful eyes as she reached for the crystal glasses and put a bottle of his favorite year of wine in to chill…

How did she know this things?

“Oh yeah,” she said, “worked together for while now…worked…”

Together.

The thought trailed off. She should probably find shoes after all, or sandals or something. It was close to seven.

With the food ready Syra made herself not light the hoardes of candles she always kept out in her quarters, there was something about candle light that…

“Shoes,” she told herself, glancing at the time again, for certain, by now – he was almost here.

Post #10. Making a Deal

By Cilor and Kalder

“You want to do what on my beach?” Cilor looked at him with a wary eye. Cilor was grumpier, older and most always a softie under it all.

Kalder just put his hands together in the most child-like mimic he could manage and offered the fakest grin possible, “please?”

“No.”

Kalder’s posture slumped, “dammit,” he said, trusting his hands through his hair he looked at Cilor again, “come on Cilor?”

“Let me think about his,” Cilor said, “still no.”

“You didn’t even think about it!”

“I don’t have to, they are a Federation crew.”

Kalder rolled his eyes, “stop living in the past, old man! They’ve been our allies not for – for forever!”

“Nope.” Cilor folded his arms across his chest.

“But I already promised,” Kalder was almost starting to panic now, and when that happened it got dangerous – knives were known to fly. He tried another attempt, “I’ll bring you bloodwine, from the run tonight – lots of it.”

Cilor shook his head, “lemme know when you have something better,” he then turned to walk away from Kalder. Kalder had enough and grabbed him back, spun him about and shook him a bit, “come on, Cilor,” he said to him, “its – he’s my brother!”

Finally, a smile cracked Cilor’s face and his stern attitude melted away. The older man folded his arms, “well, why didn’t you say so in the first place?” he beamed. Kalder just looked confused until Cilor slapped him on the back, “your family is family here, too. When are they coming?”

Kalder’s mouth dropped open, “just like that?” he asked.

Cilor just grinned at him, “I still want my bloodwine…”

“What, huh?” Kalder asked. Then he understood. Once again, Cilor had been messing with him, “Cilor!” he accused, putting his hands on his hips, “that was not nice!”

Cilor just shrugged, “whomever said it was?”

Post #9: Planning and Sweating

Sebastian walked into Tri's office and smiled when she motioned for him to take a seat. He saw the surprise in her face but he crossed his long legs as he studied her. Sebastian saw what Kalder saw in this woman. Her eyes were bright, her long blue hair tied neatly back. She was dressed in a leather cat suit but her Trench coat was hanging over the back of a nearby chair, "you're off duty," he spoke finally.

"Yes," Tri replied. "I wanted to get some extra research done on your engineering officer. I have been looking through these reports from the last cheif and it was as though he let that woman get away with anything...were they seeing each other?"

"Not that I am aware of," Sebastian cleared his throat. "He was something of a ... bum."

Tri laughed at the Captain's choice of words, "that wouldn't be the words I'd use, Captain. To what do I owe this visit?"

"I wanted to see how you were doing, holding up," He lied. The truth was he wanted to look at her again, a once over to see if she was good enough for his brother. From what he saw she was and if he had told Kalder differently the Klingon man would have had a fit but Sebastian wouldn't have cared. He told the truth and those that didn't like it could go suck a lemon.

Tri nodded, "I'm holding up just fine but I think I should finally make my way to the holodeck. I need to let off some steam."

"I will let you get to it then," Sebastian said. Most of the time lately he had been trying to stay busy. To not think of the fact that his XO, who he shouldn't be in love with had invited him to her quarters, alone, for dinner. He smiled at Tri, excused himself and exited her office but stopped to speak with some one else.

Soon he was in his quarters trying not to freak out and to learn to breathe again. He took a longer than usual shower and sat on his bed with his wet hair slicked back and his face still not shaved. He would rather light his pants on fire. He stared at his face in the mirror, "What are you doing Rithu?" he asked himself. "This can only end in tears and demotion."


He stared at his reflection and must how much whiter his hair had gotten. There were more strands of white in his hair now and that made him want to cry. He was getting old. Why would Syra want him? She could do so much better than an ex intelligence officer turned Commanding officer. He had no money - well he had money but he wasn't wealthy. The only thing he had going for him was his house on QonoS, his ship and his starfleet career. What did he have to offer a woman - any woman?

Turning away form the mirror, he slumped against his bed and closed his eyes. There was a slight throbbing behind his eyes now.

Captain Sebastian Kro'ot
&
Lt. Tri Alsa Qira

Post # 8: The Plot Thickens - Part Two

Sebastian closed the link and turned to Syra. His face was back in Captain mode, “something wrong?”

“No,” she answered him, “I wanted you to know, I’ve a order in for food delivery while we were on leave. I just needed a location, and our dinner,” she added with a smile, “why don’t you come by my quarters tonight and I will cook you something real, instead of something from a replicator.”

Sebastian glanced at his communicator in shock. He hated when Kalder did that. He had an unbelievable knack for knowing these things - scary, “erm,” he stuttered. “Why not? I could use a good, cooked meal....” the moment he said that, he mentally kicked himself and winced.

“Around seven, do you think?” Syra replied, she glanced at the time real fast and over-plesantly said, “Now, I’ve a trip to the brig to get over with. See you then, captain.” She shot him a smile at the door before she ducked out again.

Sebastian was left, scratching his hair in shock, nervousness and confusion. Had she just flirted with him? How did Kalder know? At Seven? What would he wear? “This is not a date...just an XO cooking for the captain,’ he told himself but his brain teased him.

Yah and if you believe that I have a bridge to sell you.

Syra made her way down the hall. That had gone well, she thought back on her brief visit just now with Sebastian. It was hard not to refer to him as that sometimes and it was hard not to stare at his beautiful form. He had seemed so relaxed when she had first come in – and she hadn’t realized he had a brother – brothers, he had said. With a sigh she made her way down to the security level and found the office there. She had yet to welcome their newest officer on board – and, she thought, glancing back at the padd she held, they already had mutral ground to stand on in the form of Anya Toombs. Syra stopped outside the door and waited for it to chime.

Tri sat back and rubbed her tired eyes when the door chimed,”come in,” she called staring at the padd she held in one hand and drinking soda in the next. She grunted, the padd was in Klingon. Where was Kalder when she needed him?

Syra stepped inside and smiled, “good evening, Lieutenant,” she greeted as she did. She put her hand forward, “Syra, Executive Officer. Welcome to the Silor.”

“Oh!” Tri stood up to accept the hand, “Thank you. I’m Tri, I’m sure you know that. I tell you the last CSO was a joke! I cannot decipher half the stuff he left. It’s all a hot mess!”

“Yes, it was rather – disgusting, and I apologise that it now falls in your lap,” Syra replied, “if you need help to sort it all out I will see what I can do in that department. Now,” she said, “how are you liking the Silor?”

“Thank you,” Tri flopped into her seat and motioned for the commander to take a seat. “Well, the Engineer is in the brig, so far I’ve had to threaten to shove her out an airlock to get anything out of her, my office looked lke a start went nova in it so I spent half the day cleaning that, now the last chief left me a padd full of backwards klingon...”

Syra started laughing, “so you met Anya,” she couldn’t help herself. She pulled in a breath to get a bit of composure but couldn’t keep the smile from her face, “in fact, you wouldn’t be the first to threaten her with an airlock. The captain had her –moved- to the brig however as a safe alternative – for us all. I will be dealing with her shortly. Our last Security chief wasn’t known for cleanliness so as to the state of your office I am rather not surprised. As for the klingon,” Syra made a face, “I am not fluent – but is there a way the system could sort it out?”

“Didnt think of that,” Tri blushed. She had been too headachy all day. “I am surprised she’s still on board and a Lt.! The things that woman gets away with! But I am not like the last CSO, I will make her seriously rethink giving me any issues.”

Syra made a face, “I think she knows someone important up in the fleet hiarchy somewhere – or else how did she get here in the first place? Really, she is lucky the captain has not gotten a hold of her or she probably …would not be here. There is a reason I deal with her instead of him,” she grinned at the woman across from her, “now it seems I have an ally in that. I was actually on my way down there right now to see if she wants out yet. Did you care to join me?”

“Would i?” Tri beamed. “Lemme get my guns.” she rumanged through her desk and pulled out a silver gun. It was a phaser but built to resemble an old earth .50 calire gun. She beamed, “now I’m ready.”

“Alright,” Syra said, getting up she added, “lets go.” They made their way down through the ship to the brig. Syra couldn’t help but grin with a look that said she was preparing herself for anything, pulling on her Commander’s side and then they stepped through the brig door. Syra walked up to the cell. Anya looked rather bored and with her back to her. Syra grinned, “so, Anya,” she asked, folding her arms, “ready to play nice yet?”

Tri frowned. That had to be the problem. They asked this woman what she wanted. She stood off to the side though and said nothing but watch silently as the Lt. seemed to be ignoring them. Tri spoke, “you were asked a question.”

Anya glared at them, “that depends on your definition of nice, Commander – and Lieutenant.” She lifted her head before looking the other way.

“Wrong answer.” Syra decided. She motioned for the guard to take the transparency down and went inside, “if you want out you are going to start acting like a Starfleet Officer, Anya, and not like some spoiled brat from Upper Crytox. You may not be assaulting the crewmen on this vessel. That,” Syra told her, looking the woman in the eye. It took her all she hand inside her not to reach out and strangle her herself, what sort of hypocrisy would that be, “and until that much is clear, this,” she smiled sweetly, “is your new home.”

Tri had to admit, she was impressed. She was thinking of leaving the woman in there, better yet toss her butt in the empty vacuum of space on their way to where ever they went after leaving Atira. That would put a smile on her face. “You’re getting off lucky,” she told Anya. “If it was up to me you’d be busted down to ensign a long time ago..no wait, you’d be pushing papers in Boise.”

Anya looked at them and folded her arms, “yah, well, Commander, Lieutenant – I know people, and when I get out of here,” she sneered at them, “you can be sure they will be hearing about this.”

Syra just raised an eyebrow at her and glanced over at Tri, “oh, do you want to get this one – or shall I?” She asked her.

“Oh,” Tri smirked and stepped through the opening. “This is me caring - I’m counting on it because after that, you’ll be still serving on board this vessel and everything, you’ve ever done, I can find, then you’d really be in hell.”

Anya looked at her and shouted, "are you threatening me?" She walked right up into Tri's face and stared her down, "How dare you think that you can.. if Rathan was still in Security -oh he would have your head!"

Tri smirked, braced her hand against the woman’s chest and shoved. She watched as Anya tumbled backwards against the bed. Her voice lowered to a cold sound, “if Rathan, that miserable excuse of an officer? Well here’s the reality, Lt, Rathan is no longer here. Now you have to deal with me and I have a way shorter fuse than anyone else you’ll ever meet in your pathetic existence. Don’t test me.”

Anya was in shock as she struggled to push herself up. She appealed to Syra angerily, "Are you just going to let her get away with that?" She demanded.

Syra just grinned and leaned in a bit, "there is this thing called personal space, Anya, I would look into it and -" she said with a glance Tri's way, "I didn't see a thing."

“You won’t let me hit!” Anya shouted at the commander. She got up and looked around as if she was reaching for something to break, but when she couldn’t find anything she walked right up to Syra, “and you let her! You let her push me! You Bitch! I will tell the fleet Headquarters about this, and you.. you..”

Syra was just staring, Anya in moments like this, was quite an amazing sight. How can someone be so childish and utterly stupid at an adult age to resort to saying things like – I’m gonna tell? She shook her head and sighed, “well,” she said, “I see you are not ready to play nice yet – and you should, because you are staying here until you do, and you have papers to sign, your second write up this week, I think?”

Tri stepped through the entrance again and stood facing the now red faced, pouting woman. Tri folded her arms over her chest. This was proving to be more amusing than she thought. Perhaps working on the Silor wont be as boring as she thought, “could we hurry this up?” Tri frowned. “I have a date to get to.”

“Yeah,” Syra decided, “me too – I mean – a shore leave to plan, that’s it. Its too bad Anya, looks like you are here for another night and we can try it again. You will not assault your crewmen, understood? And you will respect our new Security Officer, do you hear me?” She asked her. And when Anya only glared at her and shook her head Syra sighed and let the door slide back into place. It was a good thing she spent time in engineering – it wasn’t every day that your chief engineer got thrown in the brig.

Lt. Tri Alsa Qira, Commander Syra Bridger & Lt. Anya Toombs

Post #7: The Plot Thickens - Part One

Kaldar somehow managed his way downstairs, through breakfast and out the door. He didn’t have any work, but didn’t want to stay inside. His brothers had all taken off into the stars and he didn’t want to be the only one around for his grandmother to test her temper on – though she had been out practicing mok’Bara when he left. He knew he would be drilled when he got home, that woman loved drama that had to do with anything. He stomped up the street, growling at a group of off-worlders who had tried to touch him, his arm, his shoulder, his knife, whatever it was they wanted, he supposed, so when they got to wherever they lived they could say they did. Kaldar particularly liked the way the color had drained from their face before they ran away. He grinned devilishly. He was only a few steps from his friends house and with the same grin on his face he turned and stomped up the stairs and pounded on the door, “open up!” He yelled, he was playing, “surrender or die! Open this door.”

Sebastian stared at the communication console before him. He could call Koya but that woman was nothing but trouble. He did not want to bring Syra anywhere near her. Kalder was the only other logical choice. Sebastian knew he could trust the brothers with his life. Inhaling he added their destination and waited for an answer. He only hoped Kalder could help.

The beeping at his waistline made Kalder stop pounding on the door. Causally he stopped and reached for the device as his belt, “nuq?” He asked. The numbers were from his brother, in fact, one of the brother’s he had been coming to see, “Rithu? You know,” he said, “if you are inside hiding from me …all hell will break loose when I get in?” Kalder grinned the last part and sat on the steps.

Sebastian smirked, "oh stop being such a drama king," he accused. "I'm not inside. You looking for trouble again Kalder?"

“Oh, I don’t have to look for it,” Kalder answered. He got up then and shoved his fist through the lock on the door before opening it, “and I just broke into the house,” he stepped inside and asked, “where you keep the good stuff at in here – and what you call me for?”

Sebastian shook his head. That was Kalder alright, "kitchen, lower cupboards. Listen I'm thinking of bringing the Silor to QonoS. The crew like it there and I need sleep."

Kalder made his way into the kitchen and started digging through the cupboards Rithu suggested to him, he hit is head and cursed under his breath before grabbing a bottle out and standing with it to read the label, “and lemme guess, you want the beach?” He asked, taking the top off Kalder took a long drink before asking, “can I bring a girl?”

"A girl?" Sebastian chuckled, "what girl dumb enough to want to be seen in public with you?"

“She’s a Starfleet Lieutenant, thank you very much,” Kalder answered, “and who said anything about being seen in public. She comes with me, you get the drinks,” he smirked, finishing the bottle and tossing it into a nearby trash can, “or I won’t talk to Cilor about the beach. Deal?” He didn’t add that he didn’t even know if she would ever come and visit him yet or Rithu would die laughing. Kalder remained hopeful.

"Starfleet eh?" Sebastian still didn’t believe Kalder. Kalder wasn't the have a girlfriend type. "What's her name?"

“Tri,” he answered, “the rest is hard to pronounce, look, you will know when you meet her,” he was going through the top cupboards now, looking for stuff to eat. Giving up he went to the front of the house and sank into the sofa. Kalder turned on the console to watch the news. He turned it off as quickly because there was nothing good on, “what days do you want?”

"A couple of...Tri? As in Lt. Alsa Qira?" Sebastian's mirth disappeared. Maybe Kalder was speaking true - though he never lied before.

“Ahh,” Kalder asked off the top his head, he made a face but he couldn’t focus on the name, his mind filled with the beautiful woman instead, “ahh, it sounds right, why? You know her?”

Sebastian laughed, "I was going to say I feel sorry for the woman you get your hooks into but with this fireball, I feel sorry for you!" He laughed harder.

Kalder grunted, “you know her.” He stated. He sat back then with a grin on his face, “I can handle it, I am sure. Tell me, what do you think? We met on a space station – somewhere. I want to bring her along.”

"well," Sebastian lounged, "She's beautiful, a firecracke...strange hair colour, I believe her files says she's a Zulust. I'd love to see you two together...We need about two weeks and if Starfleet doesn't call us in after that we stay three..." he chuckled. "Kalder in love ...wow never thought I'd see the day."

“Hey, I saw her first.” Kalder grinned, “glad you approve. I love her hair, by the way, even if I don’t know a lot about Zulust,” he shrugged, “I will talk to Cilor, see what I can work out. But listen,” he sat forward a bit, “if you know what ship she works on – you keep quiet. I want this to be a surprise for her.”

Sebastian's full lips arched on a smirk, "well I'll be sure to keep it a secret from my Secuity officer. Though if she slams me on my ass am taking it out on you."

“Wait,” Kalder said slowly, “she’s on your ship? The Silor?” That’s right, he vaguely remembered her saying the vessel’s name but he had been to drawn to her beauty to remember until then. Kalder made a face, “how the hell did I manage to get so lucky?” He asked.

"I dont know if I'd call it luck," Sebastian spoke still smiling. Kalder in love - with a woman - hoo boy. This could all end in tears and open wounds. "I won't tell her I know you - you shall surprise her if you wish. But I'd stand back, I think that Kitty can scratch!"

“Yeah,” he laughed, “she said that too and I mighta made a few erm, comments about that myself,” he thought about it then and started laughing more, “oh no – you better not tell her anything! Do you think I could be lucky as this twice in my lifetime?”

"There's only one way to find out, brother. Get me that spot on the beach and we shall see..."

“Alright, done, I can get it.” Kalder agreed. He glanced toward the kitchen, “but you might need more bloodwine, I might have finished what you had here.”

"You could not have..." Sebastian stopped. It was Kalder! The man drank way too much. "HOpefully Lt. Alsa Qira will cure you of that horrid habbit... Speaking of women..I think i am in way over my head here."

“Hey,” Kalder defended, “it might not have just been me you know – you have more than one brother…” he paused and grinned a moment, “women huh? Over your head and complaining about them – you sick or something?”

"Nah, not sick - I think I'm in love with my first officer....the biggest Starfleet no-no of all time."

“Gah…” Kalder choked over what he was going to say, “your first officer? You?” He wrinkled his brow and laid his head back on the back of the sofa, “Rithu, is she pretty at least? Is she worth it, I mean, if you – you know?” He paused and at last gathered his thoughts together, “brother, all I am saying is – that’s a pretty big rule.

"I know," Sebastian moaned rubbing his eyes, "I know. That is why she can never find out. I had to tell someone...and you should see this woman Kal..Dark skin,big brough eyes, tall, legs up to the north pole...and she feeds me!"

Kalder’s head was still spinning a bit, “this is your executive, right?” he reflected, for some reason the image he had of an executive officer was more stuffy than what his brother was telling him and the image just didn’t fit. His thoughts shifted, “and she feeds you, too?”

"Yes and yes," Sebastian pushed some air out his mouth, "I just can't touch her. If I do, my career is pretty much over. I'd come home, drink, get a warnog gut like you..." He sighed.

“Huh!” Kaldar demanded, he looked down at his stomach instinctively before grunting, “I don’t have a gut! You’re just mad cause I can still beat you and all your pretty Starfleet defense training into the ground every time you are here.”

"HA! Dream on lover boy!" Sebastian boasted. "My starfleet training could whoop you! I let you win, so there," he smirked. "And you do have a bit of a gut. Ask Tri."

“I do not,” he protested, “and you, my brother, have just challenged fifteen years of defense force work,” he let his tone sound mad but he knew Rithu could hear him smiling, “so, I shall have to fight you when you arrive – and we will see. Oh, and we will just have to pick up our shirts then and have Tri and your pretty Executive officer tell us who looks better.”

Sebastian grunted, "you wouldn't!" he exhaled. "She can never find out, Kal. I mean it. I intend of staying in starfleet awhile with her by my side. If she knows they will take her, understood?"

Kalder just grunted and decided to make a point, “how do you feel when you touch her?” He asked simply, “or, when she touches you?” He sat back, “and you can’t tell me you don’t brother – she is making you dinner.” He stressed the last word.

"She replicated dinner," Sebastian corrected. "But I can't describe it. All I know is when she touches me I can see nothing else but me, her and a bed...or a table top, or the floor....see what I mean? It's like this, all the time."

“Its only a matter of time til she actually makes your food,” Kalder replied. He sighed and pushed a hand back through his hair, “like that all the time? Does she know? Does she feel the same way? You know, you know its only a matter of time until you…”

"No she doesnt know and she will never find out," Sebastian was adamant. "I love my job. And what were you saying about only a matter of time?"

“Nothing,” Kalder grumbled. The federation had the worst rules at times. He saw the sense of this particular one, but it didn’t seem fair. He sighed and sat back, “well, I won’t say a word, then, don’t worry. So breathe. I know what your work means to you. And, I will get the place on the beach.”

"Thank you," Sebastian breathed. He had to get his feelings out in the open to anyone but syra. She must never know them - ever. "Anything you wanted me to bring?"

“My woman,” Kalder smiled. He rolled his eyes at himself – she wasn’t his yet, he knew. But it sounded good anyway, “and the fun. Its so – dull – around here with everyone gone. You know the force only sends me out a month at a time, right? The others get years. Guess that’s what I get for being in services so close to Qo’noS.”

Sebastian chuckled, "you can still join starfleet," he tilted back from the communicator expecting a bunch of klingon profanities. He laughed.

“Are you kidding me?” Kalder demanded, he did follow with a line of curses before flopping back and laughing, “no no, never – with all their rules? Do you really want me pissed off all the time? I would behead the first admiral that came my way.” He grinned the same. They were brothers yes, but brothers could see things differently and be better as a whole for it, “you just get back here. You need a break from them – a dip in your culture, do you think?”

"That I agree with," Sebastian glanced up when his door chimed “enter!" he called. Syra stepped in and he felt his breath catch. "Kal I have to go, my XO is here. Let me know, alright?"

“Alright,” Kalder answered slowly, he got up, too, the rest of the First City was waiting to see what damage he could do – but first he better get to Cilor’s House first. He dropped his tone just a bit, having heard the change to almost excitement in Rithu’s voice. It was not fair. Kalder shook his head and sighed, “you just – be careful.”

"Thanks brother," Sebastian grinned.

"Brother? You have a brother?" Syra questioned.

“A few of them actually,” he explained. “contact me, Kal, once you find out and we will let you know when we arrive.”

“Yah,” Kalder said, it was so unfair to Rithu. He heard her voice in the background and he pulled in a breath. “I am on it, don’t worry. See you then.” After he hung up the line Kaldar hit is fist once into the back of the couch out of frustration – it toppled over. Biting his lip, he picked it up quickly. A grin crossed his face at the same time – Rithu was bringing Tri with him.

And so, the day had begun.

Captain Sebastian Kro'ot AKA Rithu
Commanding officer - USS Silor

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Post #6: The Late-Night-Early-Morning-Call

Tri finished her day and walked like a zombie into her quarters. She slumped face first onto her bed and sighed. She was glad she had her own quarters and didn't have to share becuase after having a day like she had, she wouldn't want to speak to anyone. "Computer, play Careless Whisper," she ordered.

"Please state artist," the computer came back.

Tri frowned, gave some well placed profanities before calling, -George M ichaels.- the sound began softly leaking through the room and she rolled onto her back to stare at the ceiling. Her hand hit something and she moved her head to see that it was Kalders numbers. She took a deep breath and before she could stop herself, she was sitting before her communication console and waiting for him to answer.

The klaxon wouldn’t stop pounding in his head. Kalder found himself punching and punching the mute button in the bulkhead again and again. It would not shut off, he got more forceful – --and sent his com device flying across the room as he sat up in bed. Kaler blinked and rolled over but it hadn’t stopped ringing. Half asleep he grunted, got up and crawled back under his blanket before he answered it, “nuq?”

"Erm, did I call at a bad time?" Tri asked wondering why she had thought he would even remember her. She took a deep breath and disconnected the link before flopping down against her bed.

Kalder blinked and rubbed his forehead. He had a pounding headache – probably from the amounts of bloodwine he drank after dinner. Rolling over he tried to register if he had actually just received a call. He squinted and stared at the numbers. He knew he had a few deals out with his brothers and, his heart thumped once in his chest, Tri still had his contact numbers – or he hoped she did. Kalder hit the signal, flopping back on his bed he waited to see who would answer the other end.

Tri hadn't expected him to call back. So she simply reached for the activation key while slipping from her jacket. She had her shirt halfway over her head before the starfleet insignia dissappeared, "Lt. Alsa Qira," she answered it.

It was her – that was so much better than a call from his brothers and the thumping in his heart turned to a silent thunder, “Lt. Alsa Qira,” he repeated. There was a smile in his voice he couldn’t hide, “Kaldar, sorry about that, greeting, when you called.”

"Oh Crud!" she swore and yanked her shirt back in place. Her cheeks were heating while she prayed he hadn't seen that, "I didn't know what else to do," she drew closer to the screen. The computer was replaying the song again and she quickly ordered it off. The last thing she wanted was the Klingon to hear her listening to a love song. "How are you?"

Kalder was just grinning ear to ear, “its alright,” he told her, “I had my eyes closed, mostly. And that is a beautiful song,” he commented. Getting off the bed he went over to his own system and turned it on. Kalder grinned at her, “I’ve been alright, got in a nasty attack with my SoS’nI and a bowl of Qagh, other than that – fine.” He cleared his throat, “did you make your ship, on time? Or did a klingon sweep you off his feet and carry you off to Qo’noS?”

She laughed, "well I made my ship on time. My captain is part Klingon, lovely man, I believe his name is Sebastian Kro'ot if I'm not mistaken," she blushed heavily. "Well I Klingon kinda did sweep me off my feet, only he disappeared."

Kalder blushed, “yes?” he asked her. He folded his arms and studied the woman on the screen. He smiled softly at her, “he was kinda wondering why you hadn’t called. He couldn’t stop thinking of you – trust me, I know him quite well, and,” he said, realizing he was still half dressed from sleeping, “he is going to find a shirt to wear, be right back.” Kalder started off but came back to say to her, “don’t go anywhere, alright?”

She shook her head showing she wasn't moving but kept her eyes lowered. She was so happy that he had called back that she hadn't noticed his state of dress until he mentioned it. When he left she licked her lips and fought off a moan that threatened to escape her throat. He was large, hard - sexy. She sighed. He was thinking of her? She smiled happily then cleared her throat to stop her self - it was only a flirtation - right?

“So,” he talked to her off screen as he pulled on a mail tunic and then a leather one. Kaldar found where he had tossed his heavy klingon collar the night before and picked it up with him as he came back to the screen and sat at the edge of the bed, “klingon captain, then? Kro’ot?” He shook his head, “sounds familiar but I am not sure. Do you like your ship? What are your crewmates like?”

She felt disappointed that he was dressed and sighed, "well I like the captain, the XO and the others but there is one in the brig--she is a special one. But I would rather not talk about her now..."

“No?” he asked her. Kaldar let the collar drop heavily to the floor of his room. He grinned at her instead and let his eyes wander over her, “what do you want to talk about? When you are coming to Qo’noS? I don’t forget things easily you know.”

"I can see that," she grinned propping her head up by resting her chin into one hand. "I do not know that," she told him truthfully. "But if I was to go to you homeplanet, you would be the first Klingon to know. I dont know about my men others though - they would have to be told right after you," she giggled.

“Ah,” he grinned at her and leaned back against his headboard, “your other men yes? Well, they are all gonna have to move aside now. Cause I’m bigger,” he teased, “and better and stronger, and more handsome yes – and maybe not so tough as all that?” Watching her then suddenly made him want her with him, now – in his room. The song had ended and it was set to turn off when it did. Silence fell over them, “but don’t tell anyone.” He finished.

Tri giggled and leant in, "well, Kalder, you may have to fight for me," she teased wiggling her brows at him. "Are you fully prepared for that?" her voice took on a smooth, sensual tone, "are you?"

“Fight for you,” he asked. He changed his tone to the same sensual one he used and locked his hands behind his head, “or fight with you, I could enjoy both aspects of that?” He sat forward on the bed and asked her, “are you prepared for that?”

"Just as long as you know I would win," she told him lifting her chin proudly. She then flexed her muscles at him, "see? This kitty can scratch."

“Careful,” Kalder warned, his voice hadn’t changed as his eyes trailed over her body, “I could let you scratch,” he flexed his hands as he studied her, “or – this klingon can trap both your wrists in just one hand kiss you until you are senseless.” He looked at her and asked, “what are you thinking, Tri, are you prepared for – that?”

Tri bit against her lower lip. She was too far gone to hide it anymore. A low sound left her chest, a rumbled growl and she blushed before averting her eyes, "Kalder you are all talk," she finally managed.

He raised an eyebrow at her and got up off the bed, “come see me,” he told her. Kalder found the song again and turned back to her, “and we shall see.”

"That's tempting, Kalder," she whispered leaning in closer now not because she had a choice but because her heated body told her to. "But I don't know it I can..."

“When you can?” he asked her. Kalder watched her. He moved closer to the screen as well. Now there was no more hiding and he said what he wanted most, “at least,” he said to her, “let me call you again. Terribly enough, I’ve to go right now but I am not halway through telling you all the things I want to do with you.”

Tri smiled, "you can call whenever you want. I promise to answer," she smiled and waved at him.

Lt. Tri Asla Qira

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Kalder