A Day Off

Posted June 19, 2021, 10:33 a.m. by Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) (D Grisham)

Posted by Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) in Where Zef is now
In the three weeks since the Manhattan had been on her new assignment, a few things had happen of some import. The ritual had gone smoothly with not a hitch in sight, Zef had found out a week later that she was, indeed, pregnant, and Anasera and and her husband had returned to Baj with the agreement there would be weekly updates from Zef so they could take part in the pregnancy too. Contracts had been signed for the agreements that had been made and there had been much discussion and finally an agreement that if the Manhattan wasn’t able to be reached at the time the baby was born, it would be looked after until it could eventually be handed over to Anasera and Brom Ghelfi, the rightful parents. During the first few days of the mission, Zef had moved some of her things into Alex’s quarters with his help, and she ‘d encouraged him to do the same in her quarters. The two of them were getting along much better now that he understood the Degansa and what the agreement entailed and she was extremely happy about that.

Zef had heard from her family on Baj and they were overjoyed about the Degansa and appreciated what it meant for all of them. Ganro Flag had relayed the displeasure that had reached him about Kalig and what he thought of the whole situation. He warned her to be careful, even though Brom’s word guaranteed her safety. Ganro didn’t trust Kalig as far as he could through the man.

All in all, Zef was pretty much floating on cloud 9. After such a horrible misunderstanding in the beginning with Alex, things were now looking up.

—Rollo, CNS

Zef woke up before Alex and threw on a silky, floral robe. She padded to the replicator on bare feet, put in her order quietly, placing the spread on a tray as it was produced. Orange juice, coffee, hot, buttered toast and a bowl of mixed fruit, with accompanying utensils and napkins. As she carried the tray back into the bedroom, she called out, “Time to wake up, Fyk’iri. I have a surprise for you.” Her voice wasn’t jarring, but just loud enough to encourage wakefulness in someone who was riding the edge of sleep.


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