New Clan New Beginnings

Posted Jan. 22, 2023, 11:29 a.m. by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Resident) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Civilian Michael ‘Big Mike’ McKenzie (Clan McKenzie Chief) in New Clan New Beginnings

Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Resident) in New Clan New Beginnings

Posted by Civilian Michael ‘Big Mike’ McKenzie (Clan McKenzie Chief) in New Clan New Beginnings
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Revna had promised three months. The corps tried to make it longer, dragging things out and beating about the bush. Unfortunately for them, Reyna was very good at her job, and very good with people. They were basically the same thing. She had a way of seeing past the fluff to the real issues and finding solutions. Those three months had been busy, but not as busy as the last week. Reyna wasn’t sure when the last time was she had slept more than an hour or so, and she was sure she hadn’t seen Mike at all except a glimpse when she returned to the apartment to change.

But now the week was over. Every treaty, trade agreement, cultural exchange, and myriad of other tasks she had helped to start were finished and signed. Ambassador S’Tek actually shook her hand. High praise indeed. Now she stood just inside the door of their apartment and looked around. This was their first home, but she had never really lived here. Oh she and Mike had made every moment count, but she had been away more than she was present, and she hated that. Today that was all going to change. Today she was officially retired from the diplomatic corps. From now on she was simply Revna McKenzie, Mike’s wife. Well okay, she was still co-chief of the combined clan and all that entailed.

They had 5 days to pack before they left, and Revna really should get started. She was just too tired. A nap, then packing. She moved down the hall, they had a rule, but that could wait too. She shrugged out of the long vest, toed off her shoes and flopped fully dressed onto the bed, eyes already closed.


“Nope. No no no. You know the rule.” a baritone voice said from the doorway. “No clothes. Take ‘em off or get that shapley little butt up and help me.” Mike said as he slid a crate out of the closet. “And we have almost three months of travel starting in five days. You can sleep then. So pick… naked or pack. And if you choose the first one, we are not getting a fu<%ing thing done today.” and he laughed.

Revna laughed, but didn’t move quite yet. Content to listen to that voice until he was finished. Only for Mike would she drag herself off that bed. “Fine but you better be in a state of no clothes as well.” She groaned as she sat up. “What if I do both?”

Michael “Big Mike” McKenzie was tall, broad shouldered, and beefy. Not svelte and cut like a body builder… more like a solid piece of masonry… he stood well over six feet tall and weighed more than a few of the crates he had just relocated. The former bass player for the now defunct but still famous punk band ‘Government Kills’ was now the owner of a string of bars and music venues called ‘Mike’s Place’; one of which was the Star Fleet ship USS Atlantis. He was also the Clan Chieftain of the McKenzie-Edman clan and Revna’s husband.

Mike McKenzie

She picked up the discarded vest and folded it, and made slow work of discarding her clothes and folding them. She walked over to a crate, lifted the lid and placed the small stack of clothes inside. She turned to him with a laugh her gold-flecked copper eyes danced, “There, I’m naked and I helped pack.” Revna was fit, thanks to all the physical therapy she’d done over the last year. She had the build and complexion of her Nordic heritage. Her copper blonde hair was longer than when Mike first met her, but she still wore her runic beads braided into her hair.


Mike’s eyes never left her as she went through the process,but his mouth slowly fell open more and more. It had been a really long time apart. Not in the grand scheme of life, what’s eighteen months or so, but it was their first lives as husband and wife. Amd since her return from her time on the Manhattan, he had (of course) seen her naked more than a few times…

But it never failed to stun him how beautiful his wife was. He stood up, stared at her for a long moment, and then in a flurry of movement, had divested himself of all his clothes in a matter of seconds, walked over, grabbed her, thrown her over his shoulder, and walked to the bed where he tossed her down and then literally jumped in after her.

Revna’s laugh as he picked her up turned into squeel as she went flying and bounced on the bed. She said a small prayer of thanks to Freya that she was home.

Hours passed…

As Mike lay on the bed with his head at the foot and Revna propped up at the head of the bed, both breathing as if they had just run a marathon, he said “Dammit, woman… I told you we’d get nothin’ done if you did that!” and he laughed loudly.

Mike McKenzie

“You don’t fool me Michael McKenzie. I know exactly what you wanted, and I was a good wife and made sure you got it. AND I figured out how to make you chase me. Good to know for the next clan party.” Revna laughed. It felt good to be able too, to feel the air move into her lungs. Her foot lazily rubbed against his leg. “And hey, we didn’t have to call sickbay this time.” Her grin turned into a yawn. “Now, I’m going to sleep. You are staying right here with me. We’ll pack in the morning…whenever we wake up.”

There was a chime and Revna’s gaze turned dark and a string of curses left her mouth. “Fenrir take them, I’m not on their clock anymore.” She looked at the chronometer. “Oh,” she grinned, “that’s probably the guys from Ops for your piano.”


“Oh yeah? Well hell… I better let ‘em in!” and he grinned at her and rolled out of bed and strutted out the door of the bedroom and out if sight…

Without getting dressed.

Revna thought about tossing a shirt at him, but she just shrugged. She also knew quite well, that by not saying anything, there was no way to predict what that outrageous husband of hers was going to do. Revna was not disappointed.

A moment later his voice could be heard from the front of the apartment. “Hey guys! C’mon in! Thanks for coming to get my baby. Treat her right, please! She means a lot to me. Now, I gotta go. Wife is tied to the bed and gets fussy if I’m not there to adjust the handcuffs. Take all the time ya need, and don’t mind the music. She just loves her Klingon opera. Really gets her in the mood, if ya know what I’m sayin’!” and a few seconds later he strutted back into the bedroom and closed the door, a huge smile of suppressed laughter across his lips. He looked at Revna and whispered “GODS ABOVE you should see their faces!!” and he flopped back into bed and covered his face with a pillow and laughed.

Mike McKenzie

Revna’s face was red, but she laughed, “Theirs? You should see yours.” When he flopped onto the bed he got pummeled, playfully, with her own pillow. “For your information, it’s Viking War Drums that get me in the mood, but Klingon Opera will do in a pinch.” She lifted the pillow away and gave him a really hot look, “I’ll tell you a secret though, forget the war drums and opera. That guy…the one who played bass for Government Kills, his voice…it’s magic.” Revna leaned in, and brushed her lips against his.


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