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Never a Dull Moment
(Part 1)
by Djinn
Confidence is the feeling
you have before you understand the situation.
-- Unknown
Of all the days to be
late! Christine Chapel pulled on her
dress uniform and struggled with her hair for far too much time. I swear I will cut you off if you don't behave,
she threatened the errant locks with no real effect. She glanced at the chrono. She could just make it but there would be no
time to spare for breakfast. Throwing a
longing glance at her replicator she ran out of the room.
By the time she hit diplomatic
on deck 3 she had slowed down enough to look composed and in control when she
entered the briefing room. She nodded to
Sovar and Troi and took a seat at the end of the table near Kerr. She was surprised to see that Spock had not
arrived yet. Maybe we all overslept, she
laughed to herself as she saw Ritsuko come peeling into the room only to
observe with delight that she wasn't the last one to arrive. She claimed a chair across from Christine. Penhallon strolled in next, clearly
unconcerned at his tardiness. Wish I
could warm up to that one, she thought, as she watched him exchange
pleasantries with Troi.
She looked around for Nako,
found her among the back-benchers. By
rights Christine should not have even been at this meeting or slated for
inclusion in the mission they were all gathered to discuss. Nako had been the logical one for the role
but she had told Spock and Christine that she was feeling strange and needed to
return to her homeworld for medical treatment.
Christine had pressed her, tried to get the woman to let her examine her
but Nako had declined any assistance.
She had also refused to give them any further explanation. Still concerned, Christine caught Nako's eye,
mouthed "How are you feeling?"
The older woman gave her the same serene smile as ever. Christine couldn't help but smile back but
she still had the feeling that something was terribly wrong and that Nako knew
exactly what it was.
Spock entered the room next,
his presence signaling for immediate quiet.
"We shall begin."
The room went dark and a
screen at the front of the room lit up.
Spock's voice rang out from the side of the room. "The Felstrar Colony, in the Boriaus
sector." The first still was a far
shot of a star. "This is
Boriaus. A Sol-type star, with 19
planets orbiting, five of which are in class-M orbit." The shot switched to a smallish planet. As the vid zoomed it showed a planet with one
major landmass that sprawled its way across much of the planet. "The planet is post industrial but the
people that colonized it are not."
The shot changed to several sleek ships leaving orbit. "They kept up their ships even as
contact broke down with the home world for other materials. They had to learn to make what they needed,
or trade for it. Fortunately for them
their world is riddled with substantial dilithium deposits." Several mining operations came into
focus. "The Felstarans have done
well for themselves. So well that they
have tired of paying their home world the ritual tribute for what they consider
a low level of support at best. They
have declared independence and wish to ally themselves with a greater
power. That is why we are here. The Federation is always looking for new
sources of dilithium."
As is every other world,
Christine thought and was surprised that no one yelled it out. Spock's meetings were quite different than
her own staff meetings. But she had
attended enough of these to know that his people would speak freely around him,
just not during his lecture.
The lights went back up. Spock continued, "So are the Klingons,
the Romulans, and a host of other federated worlds. We are not the only ones to be on our way to
this planet. But no one is precisely
sure what to expect. Those who trade
regularly with the Felstrarans have only seen the landing facility. We have been told by sources that should know
that it is very difficult to gain access to the Felstraran cities. We will have to proceed with caution."
"For this mission, we
have been told to bring six members in our delegation. Commander Troi, Commander Penhallon, Mr.
Sovar, Colonel Kerr, Commander Chapel, and myself will make up the
delegation. To lessen the shock to their
culture we will go down in stages.
Commander Chapel, Colonel Kerr and myself shall go first." He sat down.
"Your ideas?"
The
room erupted in sound as the department heads worked together to make sure the
negotiations would go smoothly.
Christine smiled and chimed in when she had something to offer. Spock had asked her to join the mission as
soon as it was clear Nako would not be going.
He had claimed to want a medical representative but she suspected that
he just wanted to make sure there was a woman on the team. She would have preferred to see Nako go. She was much better suited for this than
Christine, who was not known for her diplomatic acumen. She laughed remembering the Priest on Canara
Seltax. They had made up eventually, but
it had been sticky going at first. If it
hadn't been for the efforts of Nako, Christine doubted that he would ever have
come around to helping them.
She watched Spock as he
worked with his team. He really is good
at this, she mused. He was calm and
centered. She knew that he was still hurting
terribly from the blow of Kirk's death.
But he didn't show it in this environment. In private, it was somewhat more obvious but
he was becoming more like his old self.
They had had dinner together two nights before. While it had been strained at first, over the
course of the evening they had relaxed enough to resume the gentle teasing that
had marked their relation ship since they had been forced together into
Federation team training. By the end of
the night, she had felt that they had gone a long way to repairing the rift
that Kirk's death had caused between them.
Another voice sounded out:
Kerr, arguing a security point, in the good-humored way he preferred. She smiled.
He had been there for her at a time when Spock wasn't. And he still was there. He had claimed her dinner hour
yesterday. She had thought he might act
differently, given that she was growing closer again to Spock. But he was the same playful man she had
become so intensely fond of. Just being
around him made her feel good.
She looked at them both, these
two men she had come to care so much for.
She and Spock had not discussed it directly, but she sensed that he was
aware of her growing friendship with his security chief. And Kerr had said he would share her for
now. But eventually she would have to
make a choice. Can't I just have them
both, she thought to her goddesses. If
I'm really, really good?
Spock's voice interrupted her
pleasant daydreams. "It seems all
is settled. We will leave now. Commander, Colonel." He rose and clearly expected them to follow
him out.
But what about breakfast,
Christine thought somewhat desperately as she hurried to catch up with the two
men.
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The beam down area was a
nondescript room with smiling young Felstrarans waiting for them to climb off
the transporter pads.
"Welcome to Felstrar
Colony," they said in unison.
"Offworlder or Native?"
"Offworlder," Spock
said, "We are the…"
"Save that information
for the person at the end of the left corridor, the red one. Enjoy your stay."
The long hall seemed
endless. "This is different,"
Christine remarked.
"I'm sure there is a
reason for it, Commander." Spock
was at his most Vulcan. "There are
many people coming for the negotiations.
Perhaps they thought this was the best way to handle the crowds while
maintaining security."
Christine listened to their
footsteps echo in the empty hallway.
"What crowds?" At his
glare, she laughed. "Ok, I'll behave."
She heard Kerr chuckle behind
her.
"Do not encourage her,
Colonel." Spock probably would have
had more to say but they had arrived at the end of the corridor.
"Hello there." An officious young woman handed them each a
stack of documents. "These are your
papers and you mustn't lose them."
She quickly snapped a holo of them, then scanned it into a small book,
which she waved at them ominously.
"This is your entrance book for the duration of your stay. Keep it on your person at all times." She took in their uniforms. "I'm not quite sure how you'll do that,
don't your people believe in pockets?"
"They ruin the line of
the uniform," Kerr deadpanned.
Christine bit back laughter.
"Of course they
do," the woman said agreeably.
"Now this form," she held up a thick packet, "You need to
fill out and turn into the customs desk.
Please be sure to fill out all spaces, even those that don't apply
should be marked so we know you didn't forget anything. There are writing implements inside the room
there, please proceed."
They filed through the
turnstile and found the writing utensils.
Spock looked through the
packet of paper. "Most of this is
reading material for once we get inside.
I suggest we all get started on this large form."
There was silence for a while
as they filled out the information on the first few sheets.
Then Christine got to the
fourth page. "List the name and
occupation of all maternal and paternal relatives going back six
generations. The occupations? They've got to be kidding."
"Bet the Captain can do
that," Kerr teased her.
Spock looked up at her,
"No jokes about walking encyclopedias, Commander."
"Well how the hell am I
supposed to know what the occupation of my great-great-great grandmother
was?"
"There are four greats
if you go back six generations," Kerr offered helpfully.
She glared at him.
Spock looked at her
firmly. "Fabricate something."
"You mean lie."
"He means make it
up. Just stick to simple things
though. It's a whole lot easier to
remember a lie if it doesn't get too complicated." Kerr was the model of assistance.
Sighing dramatically, she
went back to the form.
It was silent again for a
while. Then Kerr spoke. "Well this is getting kind of
personal. Have you two reached number 52
yet?"
They both thumbed ahead. Christine laughed outright, Spock looked
scandalized. "I cannot imagine this
is pertinent to our mission."
Kerr nodded agreement,
"Damn straight it isn't. How about
we all just put celibate and leave it at that."
"Agreed," Spock
said with relief.
"Because…we all are…right?" Kerr continued unexpectedly. "Sorry," he said when both of his
companions glared at him. "Just
making conversation," he muttered, not quite sotto voce.
More than an hour later they
finished the forms.
"She said customs,
right?" Christine asked as she looked around at the different hallways
leading out of the room. "Excuse
me," she yelled to the woman at the gate.
"Shhh," the woman
cautioned.
Christine looked around the
empty room and closed her eyes as she took a deep breath. "Where is the customs booth?" she
asked in a stage whisper.
"The blue hallway,"
the other woman answered.
There were three blue
hallways.
"Which one?"
Christine asked again.
"The light blue one of
course," the woman answered, now clearly irritated.
"Now why didn't I think
of that," Christine muttered as she led the other two out.
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At the end of the hallway
they found themselves in a huge room.
They entered a long roped queue that snaked across the room. They followed it back and forth even though
there was no one else in line. When they
finally got to the head of the line Spock strode up to the only open window.
"We are here for
customs."
"Did the sign direct you
to this booth?" the man asked expressionlessly.
"I did not see a sign,
but as there was no one waiting but us…"
"You assumed I have no
other work but dealing with you. Well
you assumed wrong, Mister. Please go
back to the line, at once."
Spock turned to them, his
expression giving nothing away. "We
must wait."
"For what?" Kerr
asked in confusion.
"I am not sure."
They all watched as the man
slammed his window shut and left the area.
The cavernous room was empty except for them.
"Now what,"
Christine asked.
"We wait."
They waited. And waited.
And waited. Finally a woman came
in and opened another booth. A sign lit
up, unfamiliar writing and an arrow directing them in her direction. They all went this time.
"Have you anything to
declare?" The woman barely looked at
them as she took their entrance books and the thick forms.
"We have just
arrived," Spock replied.
The woman looked at him
then. She was chewing some type of food
that never seemed to lose its original mass.
It snapped as she chewed. "And
that would be a yes or a no?"
"No."
The woman stamped their
documents, threw their forms into a bin already filled with a large stack of
the same, and gave them a patently false smile.
"Welcome to Felstrar Colony.
Go that way," she pointed to a hallway. "You want the arrivals desk. Can't miss it."
Fifteen minutes later, they
found themselves back at the customs desk.
The woman looked up at them in surprise.
"Or maybe you can miss it."
Again the food in her mouth snapped.
"Go down the hall, the fifth door, the one that says 'arrivals', go
through it, to the left, then right, then left, and you'll see it. Can't miss it." She giggled as she finished.
Christine felt the urge to
punch her but both Spock and Kerr pushed her forward. "What?
I wasn't going to do anything!"
She fell silent as Spock led
them down the hall. He counted to five
doors and opened it. It was a storage
closet. They looked at the other
doors. None said arrivals in any
language they recognized. Spock pulled
out his communicator. "Spock to
Carter. Lt. Kavall?"
"Kavall here, Sir."
"Do you have a
Felstraran dictionary available?"
They heard keys being punched
on the computer then she said, "Yes, Sir."
"Please look up the word
'arrivals'. Describe to me what it looks
like."
A moment later she began to
explain the complicated Felstaran alphabet.
They each checked different doors as she spoke.
"I think this might be
it," Christine called to the other two.
They rushed over and all
verified that it seemed the right door.
Spock seemed to square his shoulders as he prepared to move out
again. "Thank you, Lieutenant. Please stand by…we may need more
assistance."
"Aye, Sir," was the
somewhat confused reply from the bridge.
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Finally it looked like they
had found the right place. Christine
felt her stomach growl and thought wistfully of a huge diplomatic spread with
food and beverages. She felt some
stirrings even lower and realized she would also welcome some nice bathroom facilities.
She followed Spock and Kerr
past several Klingons standing in a clump in the waiting room and up to what
was clearly an entrance booth. An
official looking man waited for them with a smile. "Good afternoon, Sir's, Madame. What is your business on Felstrar
Colony?"
"We were invited
here. We are the Federation
delegation."
"Wonderful. I'll have to check that." He began to scroll through a seemingly
endless list of names. Suddenly he
looked up, "Federation of Langellian Pigfarmers?"
"United Federation of
Planets," Spock corrected.
"Well why didn't you say
that in the first place…here I've been looking under the wrong letter all this
time." He hit a button and another
list appeared. "United Federation
of what?"
"Planets." Spock said calmly.
"Sorry. Don't see you on here. Are you sure you were invited?"
Christine exchanged a glance
with Kerr. The colonel grimaced and
muttered, "Glad it's him up there and not me."
"We are here for the
negotiations," Spock answered.
The official gave a sigh of
irritation. "Well why didn't you
say that. Those names are in another
list altogether. Let's see here, Cardassian, Ferengi, Klingon, Non-aligned,
Romulan, ah here you are, United Federation of Planets." He punched up the file. He read for a minute then looked at the three
of them in exasperation. "You did
not bring your entire party with you?"
Christine could have sworn
she saw Spock take a deep breath before answering, "They will be joining
us shortly."
"Oh no. Everyone goes in together. That's how it works. We…"
The Klingons began reciting
in a singsong falsetto, "We only do it once and we only do it
right."
Kerr turned to them in
surprise. "Guess you guys have been
here a while, huh?"
One of the warriors slammed
his fist against the wall. "There
is no honor in this bureaucratic fiddling!
One could get into Sto-vo-kor faster than into this infernal
place!"
"Now, now,
General." The official looked
unhappily at the small dent the Klingon had left in the plaster. "We can't have you damaging our
facilities."
"Or what?" the
Klingon snarled.
"Or you'll have to pay
for them. And you won't get
in…ever. I don't think your government
would want to hear that you missed the negotiations because you couldn't behave
yourself in our waiting area?"
Christine was surprised the
Klingon didn't leap over the counter and feed the man his tongue. She wanted to. She found herself sharing a look of shared
frustration with the General. The
Klingon closed his eyes and began reciting something.
"He's ritually listing
the war wounds of Kahless," Kerr explained.
"You speak
Klingon?"
"A little." He shrugged his shoulders at her
surprise. "Just one of the things
you pick up."
"I don't want to
know."
Spock had turned back to the
Felstraran. "So we have to have all
of our party assembled before we can enter?"
"Correct." The man beamed at him. "You might want to call them now,
sometimes there can be quite a wait at customs."
Christine groaned and felt a
large hand pat her on the back, nearly sending her sprawling. Somehow she kept her balance.
The Klingon General backed
away but his eyes shared her irritation.
"The wait is even longer than you can imagine."
"Great." She watched Spock step away from the counter
to call the ship. She turned back to the
Klingons. "Pssst. Do you know if there is a bathroom
here?"
One of the female warriors
pointed to a door marked with an ambiguous symbol. "It's there. But it is horrible." The Klingon shuddered.
Christine felt her blood run
cold. "I'll wait."
The other woman nodded
approval. "A wise idea."
Suddenly the man behind the
counter pulled a barred screen across the entryway and rose.
"Where are you going
now?" the Klingon growled.
"Well to lunch of
course." He shook his finger at
both groups. "But you probably want
to stay here. Wouldn't want to lose your
place in line."
"Wouldn't want
that," Christine repeated feeling all hope of eating any time soon desert
her. She sank down into what had to be
the most uncomfortable chair ever made and put her head in her hands. You had to skip breakfast, she thought
bitterly.
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Two hours later, the others
had still not arrived. Spock and Kerr
tried to leave the room to go check on them but found that the door they had
come through would not open.
"You can get in, but you
can't get out. We could break it
down?" one of the Klingons pointed out helpfully, looking at the door
speculatively.
"That will not be
necessary," Spock assured him.
"We shall wait."
Christine was forced to give
up and use the facilities. The Klingon
woman had understated the true horror of the stench in the airless little
room. She held her breath for as long as
she could. When she emerged from the
room the Klingon nodded grimly at her.
"You are a true warrior."
"No." Christine laughed, "A true warrior is
someone who goes back in there."
They both laughed at that and
without conscious thought drifted together.
"I would not normally
talk to you, but I am bored out of my mind," the warrior explained in the
inimitable Klingon way. "You are a
diplomat?"
"A doctor really. But our ship has a joint mission."
The woman looked over at
Kerr. "That one is not a diplomat
or a doctor. He is clearly a
warrior. For a human he is quite
impressive."
Christine took a second to
admire the object of their conversation.
"You're right, he is a warrior.
What about you, is this a normal mission for you?"
The woman scowled and seemed
to verbally spit her disdain.
"Sitting in a miserable room doing nothing? This is beneath dishonorable. This is senseless."
"Gotta agree there. So how were you chosen for this
mission?"
"I believe the General
lost a bet." The woman watched
Christine's expression for a second then howled in laughter. "You should see your face. It is so amusing."
For a moment the women were
the focus of everyone else in the room.
The other Klingons wanted to know what had been said and the woman told
them. They too erupted with
laughter.
The woman turned back to
Christine. "I am Kehmak, head
linguist on this mission. And we did not
lose a bet, that was just a bit of humor to make the time pass."
Christine smiled in
relief. "Commander Christine
Chapel, first officer and head of medical."
Kehmak pointed to her
teammates. "We are somewhat new to
this form of negotiation. In the past if
we wanted a planet we would simply overpower it and take over. It was very simple." She sighed deeply. "Is it not true that we do not
appreciate the good times till they are gone."
Christine nodded
agreement. "I would not be opposed
to overpowering the man who runs this room and taking over."
"Agreed." Kehmak's attention was diverted by a great
amount of noise in the hallway.
Three more Klingons, followed
closely by the missing Federation team members came barreling though the
entrance. Kerr made a dash for the door
but it slammed shut before he could reach it.
Sovar looked at him
curiously, "Colonel? Perhaps you
should try the door handle."
Kerr only glared at him. "It doesn't work from this side."
"Illogical." The Vulcan reached for the handle, attempted
to turn it. "It is locked. But that makes no sense."
"Nothing on this world
makes sense, Mr. Sovar." Spock
nodded greetings to the party, "But I am gratified to see you all arrived
safely."
"This is the strangest
place," Troi observed as he looked around.
"Say, is that a restroom?"
"You don't want to go in
there," Christine and Kehmak said in unison.
Troi stopped in his tracks,
"If it is something that the Federation and Klingon delegation can agree
on then you are most assuredly right.
Hopefully we will not be here long."
"That would depend on
your definition of 'long'," the General growled. "We have spent far too much time here
already!" The last part he yelled into the space behind the barred
gate. He paced for a moment, then
shouted, "Our parties are here, come out and help us now."
Penhallon walked up to the
gate. He inspected it for a moment then
frowned. "I don't believe it is
locked." He pushed on it gently and
the gate eased into its wall slot. He
looked back at the group, most of whom had gone embarrassingly quiet. "Do we go on?"
"Ghuy'cha'," swore
the Klingon General.
"If that is a colorful
metaphor then I second the sentiment," Spock said to the surprise of
everyone in the Federation delegation.
Before any of them could rush
through the newly opened space the Felstraran woman that had checked Christine,
Spock, and Kerr in at customs came through the outer door. "Well I see that you are all here
now." She walked to the entrance,
ignoring most of them till she came to Penhallon. "Well hello again."
His smile was very wide. "Hi there."
"You know, I get off in
an hour. If you wanted to get
together?"
"Yeah but will we be
anywhere near finished by then?" Christine said to Kehmak. The Klingon chuckled.
"I heard that," the
Felstraran said without taking her eyes off Penhallon.
"How about I meet
you? Just tell me where and when?"
"I believe I am going to
be sick," Kehmak observed.
"I heard that
too." The woman glared at them then
leaned in and whispered something into Penhallon's ear.
"I look forward to
it," he oozed back.
The woman gave him a
seductive smile then made her way behind the counter and announced, "I'll
process the Klingon delegation now."
"I will no doubt see you
during the meetings. Good
luck." Kehmak joined her comrades.
Christine couldn't see what
the Felstraran did exactly to process the Klingons, there were too many broad
backs in front of her, but whatever it was took about one minute. "You're free to enter. Enjoy your stay on Felstrar Colony."
There was a strange sound for
a moment, almost as if the Klingons were snarling.
"Please move
along," the woman instructed not at all intimidated by the angry warriors
in front of her. After more ominous
noises, they finally cleared out. She
pushed paper around for several minutes.
Finally she looked at them.
"Federation delegation?"
Christine got up slowly,
following Spock to the counter. The
woman asked for their entrance books.
Once she had them all she opened them, compared the holo to the person
standing in front of her and handed them back.
"Thank you. Welcome to
Felstrar Colony."
"You mean, that was
it? We waited two hours for
that?" Christine realized she was
snarling.
"Commander, shall we
move along?" Spock backed up his
words with his hand on her back. He
nearly pushed her through the opening.
"A most inefficient
process," Sovar observed.
"You can say that
again," Kerr muttered.
"Did you not understand
it the first time?" Sovar asked.
Christine could not tell if
he was kidding. Then realized she didn't
care. Just let there be a food vendor
out there, she prayed. I don't care what
kind. I'm so hungry I could eat Delphan
Canker Snails. She pushed through the
last door eagerly, thrilled to feel a rush of fresh air greet her. She took several steps out then stopped
short.
"Oh just friggin'
great," she muttered as the rest of the group caught up with her.
The building they had just
exited was the only thing in sight.
Around them stretched a vast expanse of arid nothingness.
She turned to Spock. "Now what?"
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"Where are the
Klingons?" Kerr asked. "They
were only a few minutes ahead of us."
He walked to the end of the building.
Looked around. "Not on this
side."
Christine walked to the other
end. "They're coming now."
The general was in the lead
and he did not look pleased. Christine
hurried to get back to the rest of her group before he rounded the corner. As he neared them, she heard him muttering,
"Qu'vatlh! This is not the only
world with dilithium on it. I will not
put up with these ignominies any longer!"
The hum of an aircar cut him
off. A transport pulled around the
building and stopped in front of them.
Another relentlessly cheerful Felstraran opened the hatch and stepped
out. "I'll need to see your entrance
books please. And make sure any packages
you have fit under the seat, we don't have much room."
"We don't have any
packages, you complete fool!" The
general was obviously long past tolerance.
"Well, I guess I'll
start with you." The driver reached
for the entrance book, scrutinized the holo.
"General ...oh my I haven't the first idea how to say this."
"Mak'chak," the
general bellowed, "Son of Kallik, son of Torg."
"If you say
so." He handed the book back. "You can board." He reached for the next book.
The general did not move.
"Please board
now." The man stared stubbornly
into Mak'chak's eyes. "If you don't
get on, nobody else will."
Christine could tell that the
general was about ready to explode. But
from somewhere he gathered the strength to resist. Turning, and muttering to himself again, he
boarded the transport.
Kerr whispered in her ears,
"Now he's reciting The Marriage of Lordith, one of the more complex
Klingon epic poems."
"You're starting to
scare me," Christine hissed back.
It took much longer than it
should have but finally they were all on board and the door was shut. The Felstraran took his place at the pilots
seat and they were off. The group rode
in silence for several minutes. Just as
everyone seemed to be relaxing the car slowed, then stopped.
A low gurgling sound emanated
from the general's vicinity.
"Is there a
problem?" Penhallon asked.
Troi, who had taken a seat in
the front looked back with a hopeless expression. "Checkpoint."
The gurgling noise got
louder.
The driver hopped up. "This is strictly routine. I need your entrance books again,
please." Once he had them all he
stepped out of the car and walked up to the guard booth. Christine watched as the Felstraran guard
took the books and disappeared inside the booth. The driver leaned up against the aircar,
pulled out a knife and a piece of wood and started whittling.
"This is a
nightmare," she mumbled. "I'm
in bed and I'm dreaming and I'll wake up soon." She closed her eyes in defeat only to open
them in shock. "Ow!" She glared at Penhallon who was leaning back
in his seat. "You didn't have to
pinch me!"
"Just wanted to prove
you weren't dreaming."
"Not a very diplomatic
way."
He thought about that. "But an efficient one." When her glare didn't decrease he smiled
charmingly. "Oh come now,
Commander, what's a pinch among friends."
Who said we were friends, she
thought but didn't say.
Outside the guard had come
back and handed the books to the driver who put his diversion away and climbed
back on board. He passed the books out,
waited till it was clear everybody had theirs, then started the car and drove
on.
********************************
Five checkpoints later they
finally pulled into the city. What
Christine could see was beautiful.
Clean, shiny, and very, very quiet.
"Where is everyone?" she muttered.
They departed the car and
stood in two clusters as their driver got back into the aircar.
"Do you have further
instructions for us?" Spock asked calmly.
The driver leaned out the
window, took another look around.
Finally he shrugged, "Someone will be along shortly. I hope."
Before anyone could react he had sped away.
Sovar pulled out a
tricorder. "Captain Spock? There is no one here."
"That is
confirmed," one of the Klingons offered, checking his own scanner.
"Is there food
anywhere?" Christine replied more loudly than she intended.
"Yes," both the
Klingon and Sovar answered back.
"Just ahead."
"Is it safe?" Kerr
asked.
"No toxins or anomalies
registering," Sovar assured him.
"Confirmed," the
Klingon repeated. "We can eat any
of it."
"And no doubt be charged
mightily for it," Mak'chak grumbled.
When his officer looked at him in query he made a sweeping gesture in
the general direction of where Christine assumed the food was. "Lead on then. She is not the only one who is hungry."
Following the two men and
their equipment, the rest of the parties fell into step. Kehmak found Christine again.
"This is most
strange."
"We had heard this was a
hard place to get into."
"I do not think this is
the city. I think it is another
bureaucratic diversion."
Christine grimaced. "Please don't say that."
Kerr slowed to let them catch
up. "These buildings look too
perfect. These roads don't look
worn. There's no litter, no sign of
habitation." He moved over to one
of the buildings they were passing, tried the door. "Locked."
Kehmak scowled. "What are they playing at? I do not understand this."
"Nor I," Christine
agreed as they rounded another corner to find the building in front of them
open and lit up. She could smell the
food from the street. "Oh my god
that smells good."
Sovar and the Klingon were
the first in. They again scanned the
repast laid out for them.
"It is perfectly
safe," Sovar assured the party.
"I think I've died and
gone to heaven," Troi said dreamily as he took in the huge feast of human,
Vulcan, and Klingon delicacies that someone had provided for them. He looked around at the group. "Well someone has to go first I
guess." He snatched a piece of meat
and popped it into his mouth.
"Ummmm."
Ok that's it, Christine
thought as she pushed up to the table.
Grabbing a plate she began to load up.
She caught Spock watching her with veiled amusement. She gave him a crooked grin. "It only makes sense to keep our
strength up, Sir."
"Of course,
Commander. I suggest the rest of us
follow suit." He fixed himself a
small plate then moved around the table to where she was standing. With a look he motioned the colonel over.
"Oh wow, this is
good." Kerr waved a piece of papaya
at them. "How did they get it this
ripe?" He swallowed quickly and
closed his eyes. When he opened them
again he was all business.
"Sir?" he said to Spock.
"What do you make of
this, Colonel?"
"I'm not sure, Sir. I'd like to run some of my own scans on this
place."
"A pity that we were
allowed only one tricorder per party."
Spock had a tone that Christine had often heard him use with Kirk.
"Yeah. A pity."
Kerr shot Spock a sheepish smile as he pulled a small piece of equipment
from somewhere near his boot. "Now
how did this get in there?"
Christine laughed
quietly. Spock merely raised an
eyebrow. "I cannot begin to
imagine, Colonel. A fortunate mystery
indeed."
Kerr hid the small tricorder
with his body as he scanned the area. He
frowned as he checked the readings. They
followed him outside and watched his frown deepen. "This is damned odd."
"You have found
something?"
"Life form readings. Cardassian, Ferengi, Romulan, and some others
I'm not sure about. Clustered all around
us. There is a field of some kind that
is generating a great deal of interference.
But it appears to be losing power.
Or else it is being turned off."
He put his tricorder away hurriedly.
"Someone is coming," he explained just before a Felstraran
walked around the corner.
"Ah, good you have
finally arrived. We had begun to give up
on you." She smiled brightly.
Christine no longer felt the
urge to do immediate bodily damage. What
a difference a meal makes, she thought happily.
"We're here now," she chirped back.
The woman ignored her and
walked into the building. They followed
behind dutifully. She clapped her
hands. "May I have your attention
please?"
Klingons and Federation
members, many with their mouths still full, turned to the new voice.
"My name is Tanyha. On behalf of the government of Felstrar
Colony, I'd like to welcome you to our planet.
This place you are in now is Kandrikand.
Literally 'City Not a City.' I'm
sure you've noticed that there are no Felstrarans here. No one actually lives here. We use this place whenever we have
offworlders on the planet. We've found
some of them tend to be quite hard on the facilities." She glared at the General. He did not look contrite. "Using Kandrikand saves our own lovely
cities, and our citizens," again her eyes found Mak'chak, "from
unnecessary wear and tear."
"You were the last
delegations to arrive. Now that you are
here we can open the city up. We have
been keeping the parties separate to prevent any collusion during
negotiations. I'm sure you can
appreciate that." She looked for
approval, got none. "I think you
are all tired. Hopefully you will perk
up tomorrow or these will be very dour negotiations."
A buzzing sound began. The Felstraran reached into a pocket and
pulled out a primitive communicator.
"Tanyha here. The lodgings
are open? Excellent. Thank you and...what?" She looked around as if looking for someone
in the crowd. "Yes, yes I
understand. I'll relay the
message." She put the communicator
away and gestured to the door.
"Across the street is the Klingon lodging. The building to the left is for the
Federation. You can check in whenever
you are done eating. You will see that
we have tried to outfit these dwellings to suit your cultural preferences. I think you will find them satisfying. You will also notice that Kandrikand has come
alive. Eateries, vendors, services of
all kinds are now available to you.
Please enjoy them responsibly.
And please remember not to lose your entrance books, they are your
passport to everything here."
"I have a
question," Mak'chak bellowed.
"I'm sorry, I don't have
any answers," Tanyha barely smiled.
"The lodging managers will be able to help you with any problems
you have with your accommodations. If it
has to do with the negotiations that will have to wait until
tomorrow." She looked over the
crowd again. "Is there a Stephen
here?" Penhallon held up his hand. "Sashcha wanted me to tell you that she
has been unavoidably delayed. She said
she would meet you at the Red Whip as soon as she could get away."
Penhallon nodded and looked
at the woman sorrowfully. "So sad
for me. Being alone in a strange
city."
Tanyha gave him a look of
pity, "It is sad. Perhaps I could
keep you company while you wait for her?"
"Would you
mind?" Penhallon gave her a
dazzling smile. "You are too
kind."
"I don't believe
this," Christine heard Kehmak mutter.
So did Tanyha who shot her a
dirty look before turning back to Penhallon.
"Why don't you check in, then meet me at the club."
"It will be my
pleasure," he oozed. Once she left
he looked over at Spock and Christine.
"You never stop, do
you?" Christine did not try to keep
the scorn out of her voice.
"Before you judge me the
complete ass, Commander, perhaps you could tell me what you and the Captain
would like me to try to find out from our charming hostesses."
Christine felt her face go
red. Behind her she heard Kerr make a
dive and crash sound. She could have
sworn Spock's mouth turned up just a smidgen as he replied, "Since we know
essentially nothing, I should think anything you can discover will be useful. Now I suggest we go find our
lodgings."
Christine hung back as
Penhallon passed her.
"Apology accepted,"
he said breezily as he walked past her.
"Why do I have the
feeling that at this moment you don't have an apologetic bone in your
body?" Kerr's voice was rich with
amusement.
"You know me too
well."
"Yeah, well let's go get
checked in. I can't imagine what a
nightmare that will be."
She looked at him in grim
horror as they followed the others out.
********************************
Getting their rooms proved to
be only marginally horrific. They all
had to show their entrance books numerous times and sign a variety of waivers,
disclaimers, and vouchers but finally it was finished and Felstraran personnel
stood ready to show them to their rooms.
Spock, as head of the delegation, had the largest and most lushly
appointed suite.
"Well this is wasted on
you," Chapel groused as she came in from her own room across the
hall. She moved around the space, trying
out furniture and even going into the bedroom to bounce on the mattress. She came out with a satisfied look on her
face. "Your bed isn't any more
comfortable than mine though."
He shot her a look. "We have only been in our rooms for five
minutes. You have already tried your
bed?"
"And the shower. If those two things are good you can pretty much
work around anything else." She
wandered over to the fruit basket, picked up something round and purple. "You think these are
complimentary?"
"On this
planet?" He looked at her in
controlled amusement. "I do not
believe so, Christine. But help yourself,
it is my treat."
"Great." She bit into the fruit. "Hey this is good. Really good.
You should try it."
"That is the only one in
the basket," he answered without looking up from the vid console.
"I know. Try this one." She held it to his lips. When he hesitated, she rolled her eyes and
walked over to the table. Finding a
knife she cut him off a piece and brought it over on a small plate. "You won't get cooties. I cut it from the other side."
He absent-mindedly reached
for the piece of fruit and took a bite.
"It is quite satisfying."
He turned back to the console.
"I knew you'd say
that." She took a seat across from
him and turned serious. "So, tell
me, Spock, why would anyone in her right mind want to deal with this planet? I'm not sure there is enough dilithium in the
galaxy to make me come back here."
"I am attempting to
ascertain that from the reports the Felstrarans have made available to the
delegations." He scanned for a few
minutes as she enjoyed the fruit. "There
is, unfortunately," he cocked an eyebrow at her and she smiled in
response, "a great deal more than just dilithium. This planet is rich in a number of substances
in demand throughout the Federation."
"Damn. I thought we might get out of this."
"I do not see that as a
possibility."
"Am I
interrupting?" Kerr's voice sounded from the doorway.
"Come in,
Colonel." Spock nodded to him
pleasantly. "I trust your
accommodations are acceptable?"
"Yeah. Nothing like this though." He and Christine shared a look of resigned
acceptance.
"Privileges of
rank. Help yourself to some
fruit." Spock shot them both a
longsuffering look.
"This looks good,"
he winked at Christine as he eyed the fruit in her hand.
"I suppose you want me
to cut you some too?"
He scoffed. "Too formal." He motioned with his head for her to bring it
closer. When she did, he took a healthy
bite and chewed for a moment. "Not
as good as that papaya, but close. He
pulled out his tricorder. "I ran
some quick checks. We're the only ones
in this building. And the Klingons are
the sole occupants of theirs. The other
delegations appear to be housed in similar fashion."
Spock leaned over to the
console and hit a button. Immediately
the machine began to print. "I've
asked for the mining reports. Also
whatever other information that seemed pertinent to our mission here. I'm sending similar reports to the consoles
in each of your rooms. Since we are all
here now, why don't we get started."
He handed each of them a report then settled back to read his own.
"They sure do believe in
saying things the long way, don't they?" Kerr observed a few minutes
later.
"They do appear to be
unimpressed with simplicity," Spock agreed.
Penhallon wandered into Spock's
suite several hours later. He had Sovar
in tow. "Well, I think I have some
interesting news." All eyes turned
to him, grateful for a respite from the reports, and he beamed at the
attention. "It would appear that
Felstrar Colony didn't choose to separate from its homeworld. That planet set it adrift."
Troi, who had come in on the
last part, shot him a disbelieving look.
"Why would any planet allow such a rich source of dilithium to
escape?"
Penhallon nodded to Sovar to
answer.
The Vulcan's tone was even as
he replied, "It would appear that visitors from Calantrasa, the homeworld,
were subjected to the same bureaucratic inefficiencies that we were. Each and every time they visited."
"How did you ascertain
this?" Spock's tone was a mixture
of curiosity and concern.
Penhallon answered with a
laugh, "Oh it's amazing what a young lady will let slip around an amusing
but harmless rogue like myself. Once I
got back I just knew that I would be able to find some answers in the Felstraran
computers." Penhallon smiled at
Sovar. "Luckily, my young friend
here is damned handy with an algorithm."
Sovar looked slightly
uncomfortable.
"My father did not list
hacking as one of your skills, Mr. Sovar."
"I am sure that he
simply forgot, Sir." Sovar looked
at his coconspirator for assistance.
"Anyway, we brought up
the printout for you." Penhallon
handed it to Spock. "You can see
for yourself. Despite this show of
casual indifference, the Felstrarans are relatively defenseless. They need an alliance with a protector a lot
more than they've let on."
Spock looked at them
both. "This is good to know. Good work."
Christine watched Penhallon
preen somewhat under the praise and noticed that he couldn't help shooting her
a slightly triumphant glance. "What
else did you find out, Commander?" she asked, keeping her voice carefully
neutral.
"Not much actually. Well not much that all of you would be
interested in."
"I'm sure," Troi
responded in an amused voice.
Spock quickly digested
Penhallon's report, then he handed it to Christine to read and pass
around. Once everyone had read it he
looked around the room as if searching for something.
"Captain?"
"We need to destroy
this, Colonel. I am looking for a source
of fire."
"Don't think you'll find
one in here. I might just happen to have
something though." From seemingly
thin air, Kerr produced a small instrument.
He carried the paper over to a bowl and hit a button. A small flame appeared. He held it to the report. In seconds it was completely consumed.
Spock raised an eyebrow. "I presume I do not want to know what
else you have stashed away in your uniform, Colonel?"
"Probably not,
Sir."
"Then I will not
ask." Spock turned to the
others. "It is time to go out, see
who else is here from the various delegations.
Troi, Sovar, Penhallon you will be one party. Remember that alcohol loosens the tongue,
gentleman, a good thing when seeking information, a bad thing when attempting
to protect it."
Once they left, Christine
turned to Spock. "And the three of
us, you, me, and Colonel Hardware here are in the next party?" At Kerr's mock scowl she pretended to quake. "And we get to drink too? Won't this be fun."
"Fun is not the word I
was thinking of," Spock responded in seeming seriousness.
"Fun is never the word
you are thinking of," she teased back.
She rose and headed to the door.
"Are we going or not?"
Kerr looked at Spock. "Why do I have a bad feeling about
this?"
********************************
Christine walked slightly
ahead of Spock and Kerr. She could hear
them conferring quietly as she led them past the Human and Klingon living areas
and into the next block of buildings. A
group of Cardassians lounged against the doorway of the nearest. They sneered at the Federation
delegates. She slowed to let the others
catch up.
"Ignore them," Kerr
instructed. "Like the Klingons,
they are unused to having to resort to diplomacy. But they need the dilithium worse than we
realized if they are here."
"Their never-ending
campaign of occupation may have diminished their resources much more
drastically than our initial estimates led us to believe." Spock seemed thoughtful. "I have done some study on the
Cardassian worldview. I cannot see them
putting up with much of this bureaucratic nonsense."
"Me either." Kerr nodded at the other lodging. "I wonder who is in there." He discreetly pulled out his tricorder and
scanned it. "Vulcans?"
"Romulans," Spock
corrected gently.
Christine looked over at the machine. "I'd forgotten how close the match
is."
"We are from the same
stock," Spock looked at the building thoughtfully. "Are they all in there?"
Kerr shook his head. "Only two. The rest must be out on the town."
"Fascinating."
A square opened up in front
of them. Ringing the area were
storefronts, bars, and restaurants.
Delegates from nearby and unfamiliar systems wandered the area. Most of them carried drinks.
"If we want to blend we
better have some drinks. I'll go get us
something. Any preferences?"
"Something only mildly
intoxicating would be prudent," Spock instructed.
Kerr set off, and Christine
was about to motion Spock to a nearby table when she saw his expression
change. She followed his gaze to where
the Romulan delegation was sitting.
Three of the party had their backs turned as they listened to the
fourth.
"Do you know him?"
Spock nodded slowly.
"Care to
share?"
He turned as if suddenly
realizing that she was there. His
expression was distant.
"Spock?" As she watched his expression cleared. "I met him during the Khitomer peace
accords. He took the place of the
Ambassador that had conspired with Valeris and the others." The bitterness in his voice was
unmistakable. Then it lifted. "I found Pardek to be a man of refined
tastes. And most unexpectedly forward
leaning. I shall be glad to renew our
acquaintance."
Kerr came up behind them,
three large glasses of some golden drink in his hands. "You would not believe the prices in
this place. Captive audience I
guess. Anyway, I got us a beer. I'm afraid that was the least alcoholic thing
I could find other than water"
Christine took a sip,
"This is pretty good."
"It better be,"
Kerr mumbled. "We should have been
able to buy the whole brewery for what this cost."
"Would you excuse me for
a moment?" Spock started to move away.
"I thought you wanted us
to stay together, Sir?" Kerr asked
with some disapproval in his voice.
"I shall only be a
moment."
They watched as Spock walked
up to the Romulan contingent. The others
moved aside to let him have access to their leader.
"Who is that?"
"Spock said his name was
Pardek." Christine watched as the
two men greeted each other. The Romulan
seemed happy to see the Vulcan. They
talked for a few moments then Spock returned to them.
"Everything
okay?"
"Of course. Shall we go?" He walked off toward the nearest table, Kerr
and Christine trailing in his wake.
********************************
Troi and Sovar joined them an
hour later. They watched as Penhallon
strolled by with Tanyha on one arm and Sashcha on the other, he waved gaily as
he led the women into one of the bars.
Christine was bored enough to consider joining him but Spock seemed
loath to leave the square. When the
Klingon delegation passed they exchanged pleasantries then were once again
alone. All the delegations seemed to be
content to stick together, staring over at the others with curiosity or
sometimes outright hostility.
Christine yawned. "Well this is just too much
fun." She stood up. "Who's for going back to get some
sleep."
With mumbled sounds of
approval the rest of the group rose and set out. She slowed her steps till she was walking
even with Spock. He looked over at her
curiously.
"You were surprised to
see Pardek?"
"Yes." Belatedly he realized she was waiting for
more of an explanation. "I did not
realize he would be leading this negotiation."
"His being here is
exciting to you." She watched him
closely.
"I am a Vulcan. I am not excited by anything."
"Bull." She smiled at him uncertainly. "Is this something to do with the
negotiations? Something you aren't
supposed to share with me?"
"There is nothing to
share." He gave her a bland
look. "You distress yourself over
nothing."
"You know you can tell
me anything." She looked at him
seriously.
He nodded. "Yes.
We are friends."
"Friends." She felt curiously deflated at his assessment
of their relationship.
"There is nothing wrong
with friends, Christine." His
eyebrow rose as he studied her. "Is
there?"
She thought back over the
last few weeks. After Kirk's death, she
had despaired that they would ever have any kind of rapport again. But they had repaired much of the breach. They were friends again. Friends.
She should be content with that.
"No. There's nothing wrong
with that." She was saved from
further conversation as their lodging came in sight. As they went to their rooms she was not
surprised to find Kerr next to her on the stairs.
"Everything ok?"
"Sure. Why wouldn't it be?"
"You've got that
look." He gave her a heart-melting
grin.
She found herself responding
in kind. "What look?"
He stopped in front of her
door. He became suddenly serious. "You know what look."
She nodded, knew the smile
was slipping from her face.
"Yeah. I probably do. It's nothing though."
His expression was
tender. "Okay then. Sleep well."
"You too."
********************************
The next morning found the
Federation delegation standing in front of the building that would house the
negotiations. They milled around with
the other teams.
Kehmak saw Christine and gave
her a sour look. She called out from her
group. "I cannot believe they are
subjecting us to this barbaric treatment.
What purpose does this endless waiting serve?"
Christine called back,
"I don't think they care.
Bureaucracy seems to have taken on a life of its own here."
Just as the Klingon was about
to launch into a tirade, a Felstraran male came out of the main doors. "Ladies and Gentlemen, there seems to
have been some misunderstanding." A
collective groan went up from the crowd.
"Oh now it's nothing we can't work through. I'm afraid that all of you didn't need to
come down. We are only allowing the head
of the delegation and one assistant into the negotiations. Once these doors are closed no one will enter
or exit until today's session is over.
Please make your choice quickly and come to the door on my left where we
will check you in."
"One assistant? That is most inefficient." Troi was dismayed. "This is the most tiresome world."
"Agreed," Spock
commiserated. "But as we have no
choice I believe I will take Mr. Sovar in with me. Do any of you have objections to this?"
Penhallon shook his
head. "Fine with me, but there are
some things he should know that I found out last night."
The Felstraran was motioning
to the delegations impatiently.
"Well tell him quickly
as we must get in. I am sure the rest of
you will find ways to occupy your time?"
Kehmak drifted back over to
Christine and Kerr. "It would seem
that Mak'chak has no need of me at this time." The other Klingons motioned her to follow
her. "But my warriors do. Kahless forbid they should have to figure out
what they are going to do all by themselves." She laughed out loud. "Find me later if you get bored with
your warrior." She smirked at Kerr.
He gave her an exaggerated
grimace in return.
Penhallon came up and scanned
the crowd as if looking for someone. For
a moment he looked disappointed then he brightened and waved. "Well I don't know about the rest of you
but I know what I'm going to do."
He turned to Troi who had also joined them. "What do you say Andrew? Three of them are a bit much, even for
me." He grinned charmingly as he
walked away from them.
Christine watched him go and
saw the women from last night. And they
had brought a friend. Gods, were all the
women on this planet so attractive? It
was really disheartening.
Troi definitely seemed
interested but turned to her first.
"Sir? If you need
me?"
She waved him away. "Oh go on. I'm not going to stand in the way of
something like that. Besides, what do we
really have to do here anyway? All the
action is happening in there." She
pointed to the building behind them that had just been locked up tight.
"Right then. I'll see you later." Troi hurried to catch up with Penhallon.
Kerr smiled at her. "Guess it's just you and me, kid."
She kept a straight face for
a moment, then could not resist grinning back.
"Guess so."
"Well let's go see what
this world has to offer, eh?"
He and Christine strolled
along the main thoroughfare working their way back toward the main square. They passed through the deserted Klingon
section. The Cardassians and Romulans
looked at them with suspicion but otherwise ignored them.
Agreeing that all the
standing around had made them hungry they lingered over a meal in a restaurant
at the far end of the square. They had
just settled the bill when Kerr suddenly perked up. "Hey.
I know that sound."
Christine listened. She heard nothing out of the ordinary. "What sound?"
"That sound." He pulled her quickly to the middle of the
square where a group of lit tables were set up.
"I knew it!" he turned to her in triumph. Just as he began to speak a group of people
around one of the tables joined him as they yelled, "Dabo!"
"Dabo?" She took in the Ferengi, some of them
playing, others working.
"Enterprising
bastards! To set up a Dabo parlor in the
middle of someone else's retail square takes balls."
One of the local woman
appeared. She seemed to be working for
the Ferengi. Christine's eyebrows went
up at her very abbreviated outfit.
Kerr saw her reaction. "Dabo girl. Remind me sometime to tell you about the time
I went undercover as one." He
turned back to watch the tables.
"As a Dabo
girl?" She knew she sounded
skeptical as she looked at the outfit again then turned to him, mentally
putting his bulk inside one.
He caught her look. "It was a mining colony. They didn't see many women," he
offered. When she still looked
unconvinced, he grinned. "I didn't
say I made a pretty Dabo girl."
She laughed as he batted his
eyelashes at her. "You're a
nut." She was surprised to see one
of the Ferengi walk up to them.
"You would like to learn
to play?" He said, rubbing his
hands together in anticipation. He
smiled broadly, showing many sharp little teeth.
Christine tried not to
recoil.
Kerr just smiled. "Already know how. Clear me out a space why don't you? I'll be right there."
The Ferengi bowed and hurried
over to one of the tables. There was a
short scuffle as he tried to convince another customer to vacate a chair. When the seat was cleared he motioned broadly
for Kerr to take it.
"You don't really mean
to play with them?"
He grinned. "Sure do. I love this game. And I am so good at it. Rule of Acquisition number 9: Opportunity
plus instinct equals profit."
She grimaced.
"What is your
problem? You have a thing against gambling? Or is it the Ferengi you don't like? Because you're the last person I would have
picked to be xenophobic." He began
to pull her toward the table.
"I don't mean to
be. It's just that they look a little
bit too much like the things I was convinced lived in my closet when I was
little."
"Ah, that only came out
when the lights went off and wanted to eat you for dinner?"
She nodded.
"Wouldn't worry about
that." He seemed to have a smirk on
his face.
"Why?" She watched as he took a seat at the
table. Then she felt a tug on her
uniform. Their host was back, and he'd
brought her a chair.
"You would perhaps like
to sit?" he asked, his smile so broad that all his teeth showed.
"Thanks." She sat just to the side of Kerr. She watched him play for several minutes, but
was having a hard time making sense of the game. She looked up and saw that the Ferengi
sitting at the table, as well as the dealer and their host were staring at her
intently. Whenever her eyes met one of
them they would smile in that pointy-toothed way of theirs. Several of them even hissed.
She leaned into Kerr,
whispered into his ear. "Why are
they all staring at me?"
He smirked again. "They like Human females." He didn't even try to lower his voice.
One of the Ferengi leaned
forward. "Perhaps your female would
care for a drink?"
Christine shot him an
irritated glance. "I am not his
female."
As every Ferengi around the
table sat up in interest, she heard Kerr say under his breath, "Bad move,
Chapel."
The Ferengi that had wanted
to get Christine a drink was bolder than the rest. "Hyu-mann female, I am Kom. I have a successful trading enterprise and am
in line to be Grand Nagus. I would
gladly shelter you." He smiled very
wide.
"You are twenty-third in
line to be Nagus, you exaggerating fool."
The Ferengi next to her smiled ingratiatingly. "Pretty Hyu-mann, I have the contracts
for all the Kanar exports for the next two generations. I am much more solvent than Kom. I am Bal.
Choose me." His hand reached
out boldly but at her look he drew it back and contented himself with a bow and
a smile.
She turned to Kerr. "They want me?"
"Uh huh." He went right on playing.
"Like...that?"
Oh yeah." He looked around the table at the admiring
glances she was getting. "I expect
that right now they are all trying to imagine you naked."
She glanced at him in
dismay. When she looked back at the
Ferengi, their smiles only got broader.
She hadn't thought that was possible.
"Thanks, Randall, for that imagery." She rose, smiling as graciously as she could
to Kerr's tablemates. "I have to
go. Another engagement. You will excuse me?"
They all seemed extremely sad
to see her go. Kom smiled in what she
assumed he thought was an entreating way.
It just looked toothy to her.
"Promise to come back soon?"
"We'll see."
Kerr looked up from his
play. "Where are you going?"
She smiled wickedly at
him. "I thought I'd go back where
it's safe. You'll find me with the
Klingons."
"Fine by me. Watch out for Kehmak. I think she's a bad influence on you. Or you are on her. I'm not quite sure which."
"I'm sure I don't know
what you mean."
"Yeah right." He laughed then turned back to the game. As she was walking away she heard him say to
the Ferengi, "Ok, fellas. What do
you say we make this a little more interesting?"