Posted Sept. 19, 2021, 1:40 p.m. by Lieutenant Cara Esmé O’Farrell (Counselor / Education Specialist) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Sometimes a Lunch Break Works Wonders
Gravel smiled at her and said “No, probably not. You’ll be counseling Tellarites in a mining colony by dinner time tomorrow.” He reached up and pulled the sheet off of her and gazed hungrily up and down her body. “So I guess we better make the most of the little time we have left, then… huh?” and he reached up and pulled her to him.
Cara laughed, “Do ya think she would? Cause that would be amazin’! A mining colony means no warp travel and Tellarites are a blast ta work with. Only time I get ta....” She laughed softly as he pulled her to him and there was no more talking for a long while.
Some time later…
Mardusk stretched and looked at Cara, whose head was now at the foot of his bed while his was at the top. He smiled and propped his head up on his arm and said “You do realize we can’t just do this all the time, right? I mean… I’m not complaining, but at some point we will both have to work and we should probably try to find out more about each other if we are already talking about meetin’ the families… right?” and he chuckled.
Cara rolled to her side propped her head in her hand and laughed, a warm sound that moved its way toward him. “Now donna ya start that. Ya the one who kept goin’ on about ya ‘Orion reputation’ all mornin’.”
Cara sat up moving back to the head of the bed. “I thought that’s what all that question and tell was for.” Cara also knew they probably knew more about each other than most would at this point. They were trained and experienced in reading people, to pick up on what was not said as well as the obvious. “As for the parents I said I’d send yer mum some pears.” Cara kissed him, just because she could. “I donna think we are meetin’ anyone any time soon. How about another round - takin’ turns. I’ll start. How did ya end up Klingon nobility?”
Gravel chuckled and laid his head on the pillow and looked at the ceiling. “That? Well… that is a story, for sure. So I kept butting heads with the higher ups. I have an issue taking orders from people that are stupid, you see.” and he chuckled. “Well… to get me outta my last CO’s hair, they made me a Liaison Officer to the Empire. Usually that’s a cush job, but I was sent as a observer on a Klingon warship. I guess somebody thought that would get me either hurt or killed. Anyway… I’m on the bridge of the battle cruiser Ghol under the command of now-Admiral-then-Captain T’Kor Drakenol… a real Klingon’s Klingon. Mean, stubborn, and refuses to back from anybody. So we are chasing some pirates that had been preying on trade in this sector, and we get them cornered near an asteroid field… which turned out to be their base of operations. Now, a Klingon battle cruiser is no slouch… but we were outnumbered five to one, not good odds. We took a torpedo and the tactical officer was taken out. So I jumped in and started to fire back. We managed to disable two of their ships, but the other three were pounding us to pieces. So I see that the main ship is adrift, but powered up; bridge crew probably dead. So I look at T’Kor and say ‘Give me ten of your best people.’ and he does. We beam over, and me and the Klingons just go to town on that crew. We take the ship, bridge is a mess but we make it work. I maneuver their ship between the Ghol and the other three and use it as firing platform. We take out the rest of the pirates, I get a Distinguished Service Medal from Star-Fleet and T’kor inducts me into House Noggra, the Great House he heads. Makes me his House Champion. So… there ya go. Thats how I became a Klingon noble.” and he shrugged.
Cara was sure there was a much more dramatic way to tell that story. Only reserved for Klingon halls and lots of blood wine. “Ogma reincarnated aren’tcha?” Cara looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. An Admiral for a mother, who ran away, on her own (if Cara had to guess) and an adopted ‘father’ of one of the great Klingon houses, and he was House Champion. He shrugged like it was no big deal, and if that’s how he wanted to treat it that was fine. Oh yeah, Cara had nothing to worry about. She was going to be tested and scrutinized under a very harsh microscope.
“Okay something about me that I want you to know. I am working on getting my forensic psychology degree.”
Gravel scowled thoughtfully for a moment. “Forensic psychology. Using psychology to explain, predict, and prevent crime and victimization. Impressive. I’ve always wondered how fields like that compensate for differences in cultural and physiological psychologies. Lotta species don’t think the way a lit of others do… morality is kinda species-centric.”
“Well part of it is usin’ forensic science ta determine the possible species of the offender. Then that gives a startin’ point to determine those things, but most offenders donna follow the cultural morality norms of their species. How they deviate from that cultural norm is as unique as finger prints, so there’s another level or five of complexity there.” She stretched out against his side, head on leaning over on his arm. “We have ta earn 20 CE credits every 5 years to keep our license current. So I figured this time I’d try somethin’ new rather than reviewin’ what I already know. Alright, your turn.”
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