Post # 4: Homecoming Havoc

Kaldar stepped off the platform onto the Qo'noS First City ground. The landing dock was busy, like it always was. Tall buildings and offices reached up around him and overhead a formation of six fighter craft shot by. He walked forward, exiting the gates and starting his way through the city streets. The press of people, off-worlders and klingons alike was an acutal welcome feel. It had been many months since he had been home. Even with the hot sun beating down and the sky that could threaten to pour rain at any moment - it was good.

Kaldar turned up the next street and took a left at the first corner and paused to let traffic pass before crossing a street to a high-rise house pressed between walls of the others. Up the steps and to the door. Kaldar snuck inside, quiet on his feet so he didn't make a sound. He did grin as he slipped through the house. Faint cords of a recording of the kingon opera vibrated down the halls from somewhere. In the kitchen, the woman with the black and gray hair had her back to him. Kaldar moved quickly and slid up behind her back, covering her eyes with his hands he shouted, "morning SoS'nI'"

Kea'teln had drawn a blade and spun about when she felt the attack, still active and phsyically fit - sixty seven years old was not quite half a life for a klingon woman. She drew blood, drawing across her assailant's skin. Then when she saw Kaldar's eyes she grinned and put the knife away, "Grandson!" Kea'teln greeted, embracing him, "you shouldn't sneak up on an old woman like that."

"Ah, come off it," he replied with a grin, Kaldar nursed his wound proudly, this woman whom had helped raise him was still mean as hell, "you know better than that." He went to the sink to rinse the cut out, "how have you been, SoS'nI?"

"Good as can be," she replied, she went back to stirring whatever it was she was making, "your vav'nI reported back into the force the other day, as did your brother," she put her hands on her hips, spoon and all and declared, "You, Kal, are late."

"Ah, thats easy to explain," Kaldar replied, he turned to her, grabbing a handful of the Qagh that wriggled in a large bowl nearby he started munching on the delicacy as though it were popcorn, "see, I met this girl."

"A girl, eh?" Kea'teln asked, she put her hands on her hips and studied him.

"Yeah, smart, funny, pretty..."

"Yeah, yeah?" Kea'teln grinned, "so why don't you bring her home?"

His face collapsed, "I don't know where she went. I met her over lunch at a space station while on my way here. I gave her my number but she hasn't called. I looked for her on the base too, before I left - but she is a Lieutenant in Starfleet - not exactly someone you want to go asking around about." He finished the handful of Qagh and reached for another.

"And why the hell not, we are allies with them now," she slapped the wormy creatures loose of his fingers and they crawled away under the stove. With a grunt he crouched to look for them as the woman looked on, "you will ruin your dinner."

"Well," he said standing. Kaldar motioned toward the stove, "now it got away."

"Fast food, yeah." Kea'teln answered. She grinned at him and smoothed his hair back, "so, you met a girl, and lost her. Contact the fleet if..."

"SoS'nI," Kaldar uttered, "really. I don't think...she wants anything to do with me." He rubbed the back of his neck. Truthfully, he hadn't stopped thinking of her. Her beautiful skin and shining hair haunted his dreams every time he had tried to sleep.

"How you know that?"

"Cause," he answered. He didn't want to say that he had given her his number and she hadn't called him back. Instead, Kaldar kissed his grandmother's ridges and laughed, "she knows where I live. She promised she would come visit and we would go swimming..."

"Swimming?" Kea'teln grinned at him, "down at Cirnar's beach?"

"It is private," he answered. When he looked she was smiling at him, "what?"

"I think you like this woman," Kea'teln folded her arms and watched him with a knowing smile.

He returned it, "maybe," Kaldar admitted, "now," he told her, "you go back to your stirring and I have to see if I can find our food."