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[USS Bellerophon, Main sickbay]
The little girl walked through the doors and was momentarily startled by the level of noise and the abundance of rather intensive scents.
She recovered within seconds, only to have a large something cannon into her with considerable force. The being was crowned by a mass of magnificent hair and sported some impressive ridges protruding over (her? Yes, definitely a female) forehead. And she was shouting words that either were unknown to the universal translator or not possible to be rendered.
The little half-Vulcan was at once fascinated by this creature, however the fact that she was attempting to shove her out the way, presumably in order to leave sickbay at great speed and subsequently hit her flat across the face, prompted a flare of the little one's temper.
She recovered within seconds, only to have a large something cannon into her with considerable force. The being was crowned by a mass of magnificent hair and sported some impressive ridges protruding over (her? Yes, definitely a female) forehead. And she was shouting words that either were unknown to the universal translator or not possible to be rendered.
The little half-Vulcan was at once fascinated by this creature, however the fact that she was attempting to shove her out the way, presumably in order to leave sickbay at great speed and subsequently hit her flat across the face, prompted a flare of the little one's temper.
Reacting with explosive anger, little Sakarra pushed the large being away, and was immediately shocked to see the other child - and as her unknown assailant was flung backwards against a biobed she realized it was indeed a child - was maybe not quite as strong or heavy as her stature had suggested. She jumped forward to assist the young one but was stopped by a furious glare.
"How did you do that!" the girl demanded
"Do what?" Sakarra tilted her head at the other child, for the moment curiosity overriding her brief flare of anger.
"THAT. Pushing me like that. You're just a weak, soft, little.. Well, something. What are you anyways?"
"You can't tell? Daddy says a blind, three legged tracehound can see that I'm a Betazoid."
"Oh, really? Funny ears, Beh-tha-zoid!"
"Thank you."
That stopped the young Klingon in her tracks for a moment, but then she growled. Was this … something trying to make fun of her?
"That was NOT a compliment!" she snarled.
"Oh. Why not?"
"Are you stupid or something?"
Sakarra studied the strange being, a bemused expression on her face. To say that her behavior was confusing was putting it mildly.
"No, I don't think so."
"How did you do that!" the girl demanded
"Do what?" Sakarra tilted her head at the other child, for the moment curiosity overriding her brief flare of anger.
"THAT. Pushing me like that. You're just a weak, soft, little.. Well, something. What are you anyways?"
"You can't tell? Daddy says a blind, three legged tracehound can see that I'm a Betazoid."
"Oh, really? Funny ears, Beh-tha-zoid!"
"Thank you."
That stopped the young Klingon in her tracks for a moment, but then she growled. Was this … something trying to make fun of her?
"That was NOT a compliment!" she snarled.
"Oh. Why not?"
"Are you stupid or something?"
Sakarra studied the strange being, a bemused expression on her face. To say that her behavior was confusing was putting it mildly.
"No, I don't think so."
And now the girl was laughing. Laughing tears, actually. Very puzzling.
"Laneth, daughter of Kerla." The Klingon announced finally, getting up from her sitting position and thrusting a hand towards the much smaller half-Betazoid.
"Sakarra cha`T'Sora." Not wanting to be rude, the little pointy eared one reached for the offered hand and found her arm grasped rather firmly while suddenly the magnificent face was looking squarely into hers from a distance most species would have found just a little rude.
Scent of fresh earth after a rainstorm, old sweat, leather and just a faint tinge of ripe Uttaberries. Even as Sakarra's nose wrinkled in surprise, she found herself smiling at this funny creature.
"So, do you people have any food here that has not been burned?"
"I honestly do not know. But I'd be willing to help you find out."
"Laneth, daughter of Kerla." The Klingon announced finally, getting up from her sitting position and thrusting a hand towards the much smaller half-Betazoid.
"Sakarra cha`T'Sora." Not wanting to be rude, the little pointy eared one reached for the offered hand and found her arm grasped rather firmly while suddenly the magnificent face was looking squarely into hers from a distance most species would have found just a little rude.
Scent of fresh earth after a rainstorm, old sweat, leather and just a faint tinge of ripe Uttaberries. Even as Sakarra's nose wrinkled in surprise, she found herself smiling at this funny creature.
"So, do you people have any food here that has not been burned?"
"I honestly do not know. But I'd be willing to help you find out."
There was more than one puzzled glance following the tiny half-Vulcan, followed by an impressively large Klingon child as they strode towards the mess hall, but that was nothing compared to the bursts of laughter that greeted them at their destination.
True to form, Chef McDonnell had dished out his native Terran cuisine and added a generous helping of whatever he thought might go well with animal innards and other things that one could only call 'food' if one felt rather generous about the definition of such.
The Klingons however seemed to enjoy it tremendously, making for a very happy chef indeed. Just as the paneled doors slid open, a piece of something vaguely resembling a pig's foot came flying towards the girls and Sakarra reflexively picked it out of the air before giving the … thing… a perplexed look.
True to form, Chef McDonnell had dished out his native Terran cuisine and added a generous helping of whatever he thought might go well with animal innards and other things that one could only call 'food' if one felt rather generous about the definition of such.
The Klingons however seemed to enjoy it tremendously, making for a very happy chef indeed. Just as the paneled doors slid open, a piece of something vaguely resembling a pig's foot came flying towards the girls and Sakarra reflexively picked it out of the air before giving the … thing… a perplexed look.
"Is this what you were referring to?" she held the foot under Laneth's nose, much to the amusement of every Klingon present, while a mildly flustered security officer came racing towards the little one's "Girls, I think you'd be better off at the daycare center. Miss Gardener has organized a cupcake party, and.."
Under the Lieutenant Commander's horrified eyes, a burly Klingon thrust a Bat'leth into the tiny half-Vulcan's hands and then let out a roaring laugh before picking up both child and bladed weapon.
"Uh, sir…"
"She can hold a sword, she can eat with the warriors." The man with the wild mane rumbled cheerfully.
"Sir, the sword is taller than the child!"
"Why would you want to feed them cakes made from cups? Laneth, got your bump sorted out? Try the hach-gees. It's really good!"
Under the Lieutenant Commander's horrified eyes, a burly Klingon thrust a Bat'leth into the tiny half-Vulcan's hands and then let out a roaring laugh before picking up both child and bladed weapon.
"Uh, sir…"
"She can hold a sword, she can eat with the warriors." The man with the wild mane rumbled cheerfully.
"Sir, the sword is taller than the child!"
"Why would you want to feed them cakes made from cups? Laneth, got your bump sorted out? Try the hach-gees. It's really good!"
Little Sakarra found herself cradled in the arms of a gigantic being with a mass of chestnut hair and the rumbling laughter of a Sehlat, a huge curved sword in one hand and a pig's hoof in the other, while Laneth ambled along beside them, sniffing the air appreciatively.
She simply couldn't help herself. The giggle that had started in her throat the moment this huge Klingon had picked her up turned into all out, melodious laughter that was joined by amused roars and the banging of metal tumblers against tables.
"Mr Klingon?"
"G'reth. Son of R'kokh" he rumbled amicably before setting the child down amidst a jumble of food items, knives and things Sakarra could simply not identify.
"Mr G'reth. Your sword looks pretty. And I don't like hooves, thank you."
She held out the thing in question to the gigantic man who accepted it with a broad smile and then tossed it over his shoulder. The fact that it landed in another Klingon's beverage didn't seem to upset anyone, least of all the baffled woman herself who simply proceeded to throw her tumbler at someone else's head.
"Brave little heart." the armored warrior growled affectionately, ruffling the tiny girl's hair with a large, swarthy hand. Laneth had secured some of the strange but very flavorful human food and hoisted herself up onto the table next to her newfound friend. Smooth forehead or not, anyone who was laughing like that after G'reth HoD had snatched her from her soft, weak keepers was someone worth feasting with.
Sitting amidst broad-shouldered, wild-haired creatures who were eating, guffawing and banging heads, the little pointy eared one seemed more intrigued than intimidated, too amused to be frightful. And she sure held the large Bat'leth as if it weighed no more than a toy, leaning her cheek against the polished blade while her strangely black eyes sparkled with humor.
She simply couldn't help herself. The giggle that had started in her throat the moment this huge Klingon had picked her up turned into all out, melodious laughter that was joined by amused roars and the banging of metal tumblers against tables.
"Mr Klingon?"
"G'reth. Son of R'kokh" he rumbled amicably before setting the child down amidst a jumble of food items, knives and things Sakarra could simply not identify.
"Mr G'reth. Your sword looks pretty. And I don't like hooves, thank you."
She held out the thing in question to the gigantic man who accepted it with a broad smile and then tossed it over his shoulder. The fact that it landed in another Klingon's beverage didn't seem to upset anyone, least of all the baffled woman herself who simply proceeded to throw her tumbler at someone else's head.
"Brave little heart." the armored warrior growled affectionately, ruffling the tiny girl's hair with a large, swarthy hand. Laneth had secured some of the strange but very flavorful human food and hoisted herself up onto the table next to her newfound friend. Smooth forehead or not, anyone who was laughing like that after G'reth HoD had snatched her from her soft, weak keepers was someone worth feasting with.
Sitting amidst broad-shouldered, wild-haired creatures who were eating, guffawing and banging heads, the little pointy eared one seemed more intrigued than intimidated, too amused to be frightful. And she sure held the large Bat'leth as if it weighed no more than a toy, leaning her cheek against the polished blade while her strangely black eyes sparkled with humor.
"Here you are, lassie" Chef placed a plate with spicy things he called Chalap'noos or something to that extent in the girl's hand and she smiled at this special treat. Before little Sakarra could thank him however, another empty bowl was waved in the man's direction and he happily raced off. It wasn't every day he got to feed such a ravenous and most of all, grateful, bunch of people. Shame they'd be leaving tomorrow, really. And it wasn't as if other people never broke chairs or dented tables.
Watched by a mildly worried and mightily exasperated security officer, the little half-Vulcan leaned out of the way of another ballistic metal tumbler and was rewarded by the Klingon girl happily smacking her shoulder with what had to be bone-crushing force.
He fervently hoped that if anyone would find himself at the receiving end of one of Commander T'Sora's Looks because of this, it would not be him.
He fervently hoped that if anyone would find himself at the receiving end of one of Commander T'Sora's Looks because of this, it would not be him.
[Early the next morning, Transporter room two]
"Quapla'! SaHkarraH, daughter of T'Sora!"
The little half-Vulcan braced herself for a cordial farewell from her Klingon friend, but rather than just grab her arm like she had before, Laneth pulled the smaller girl into an embrace that raised several brows and prompted growls of amused approval from the transporter platform.
"Live long, Laneth cha'Kerla, and prosper."
The Klingon released her tiny pal and placed a hand on her frail-looking shoulder before joining the others.
"I apologize again for the mischief, Commander." G'reth rumbled with a sideways glance to his sister-daughter who seemed not at all embarrassed by the fact that she and her pointy eared friend had essentially redecorated the ship's daycare center to resemble a bird-of-prey after a battle. A battle that had not gone particularly well.
"Miss Gardener assures me that repairs will be completed within 48 hours." The stately Vulcan woman stepped next to her daughter and raised her hand in salute "And she has taken ample note that Klingon children require physical exercise in order to avoid boredom. Fair travels, G'reth HoD."
The little half-Vulcan braced herself for a cordial farewell from her Klingon friend, but rather than just grab her arm like she had before, Laneth pulled the smaller girl into an embrace that raised several brows and prompted growls of amused approval from the transporter platform.
"Live long, Laneth cha'Kerla, and prosper."
The Klingon released her tiny pal and placed a hand on her frail-looking shoulder before joining the others.
"I apologize again for the mischief, Commander." G'reth rumbled with a sideways glance to his sister-daughter who seemed not at all embarrassed by the fact that she and her pointy eared friend had essentially redecorated the ship's daycare center to resemble a bird-of-prey after a battle. A battle that had not gone particularly well.
"Miss Gardener assures me that repairs will be completed within 48 hours." The stately Vulcan woman stepped next to her daughter and raised her hand in salute "And she has taken ample note that Klingon children require physical exercise in order to avoid boredom. Fair travels, G'reth HoD."
The tall Captain grunted in acknowledgement.
"Batlh Daqawlu'taH! Jol ylchu'!"
"Batlh Daqawlu'taH! Jol ylchu'!"
"Energize" T'Sora translated for the confused transporter chief and their Klingon guests dematerialized in swirls of blue.
Sakarra peeked up at her mother, displaying all the signs of a child that knows she caused a bit more trouble than usual but can't bring herself to regret it. "M'aih?"
"Yes, ko-kan."
"What did the Captain mean by 'One more goodwill liaison like me and he can scrap the entire fleet'?"
Sakarra peeked up at her mother, displaying all the signs of a child that knows she caused a bit more trouble than usual but can't bring herself to regret it. "M'aih?"
"Yes, ko-kan."
"What did the Captain mean by 'One more goodwill liaison like me and he can scrap the entire fleet'?"
[End Log]
Lieutenant Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helm Officer
USS Charon
Chief Helm Officer
USS Charon
