Five days of drills and war games later, and T'Marr was seeing stars. Figuratively speaking of course. She had not had a decent days rest since she had set foot on The Insurrection. Vulcans were capable of going for long periods with little or no sleep. But, in T'Marr's mind there was no logical reason for her to be pulling double and triple shifts.
She wondered if this was the standard method of operation Captain Anazasi used to vet out his new commanders. If it was, it resembled some kind of old fashioned “hazing” technique. Something Starfleet had outlawed and banned upon it's inception.
T'Marr had planned to approach Captain Anasazi about the matter, as soon as possible. However with all that was going on, the right time never presented itself. Which frustrated her even more. . . . . .
Captain Anasazi on the hand was having the time of his life. The Nietzschean captain was fully in his element and liked nothing better than being in the heat of battle. When his ships were not beating the tar out of the Klingon ships, he and Captain Tollok were sparing in one of the Insurrection's gyms and beating the tar out of one another.
In Tyr's mind, the Klingons were already beaten before they faced him. He just had to confirm it by handing them their butts to them on a platter. Whether he did it with phasers, photon torpedoes or fists, bat'leth, fighting staves, etc, it didn't matter. Nietzscheans possessed a single mindedness when it came to victory.
The Klingons were a stubborn lot, and had to see for themselves, every time. . . . . . . .
Nights were spent partying and feasting. Tyr donned his hated "Class A's" and made appearances in the name of being diplomatic. But, diplomacy was not the Nietzschean captain's strong suit. Like Earth's General MacArthur, he was a man of action, not of what his father Barbarossa used to call “honeyed words”.
Tyr found out early in his Starfleet career that the less he spoke while in the company of so called dignitaries and diplomats, the less trouble he got into. That's why he surrounded himself with people to represent and speak for him. So, he stood in a corner, surrounded by some of his crew, sipping Altair Water (because Nietzscheans were consummate health freaks and did not imbibe), occassionally nibbling on fresh fruit or veggies, and watched.
However, T'Marr seemed like she was born to diplomicy. She was especially helpful in steering Tollok's twin sisters away from her captain. Even though the word “ugly” does not exist in the Klingon language, both women were ugly enough to make a freight train take a dirt road. Unfortunately they both had zeroed in on, and had their “caps set” for none other than Captain Tyr Anasazi!
T'Marr had forewarned Tyr that scowling, glowering, growling, giving the evil eye, looking threatening and intimidating (actions which usually sent most beings scurrying) did not scare off Klingon women. In fact, it served to turn them on.
But, the hard headed Nietzschean did not heed T'Marr's words of warning. Because of this, Tyr's groupies stuck to him like glue and followed him practically everywhere. Had T'Marr, Khan, Kori and Gilgamesh not been there all night to “cover his six” Tyr would've been kidnapped and taken back to the Klingon Empire. . . . . . .
Alas the night, early morning ended and everyone bid each other goodbye. Those who weren't plastered on Blood Wine, or sick on gargh, that is. The Klingons went back to their ships with stories to tell. More lies about their supposed victories. The Captain retired to his Ready Room to finish up a few details before retiring for a few hours.
He found Khan waiting for him. Not a good sign. Both Katay and Nietzschean locked eyes before Tyr sat at his desk.
“What are you doing to T'Marr?” Khan asked after a few minutes of silence, as Tyr worked away at his desk console. Tyr's fingers froze in mid-air as he tilted his head to look up at Khan.
“What do you mean, Cat?” he asked. Obviously, he was not in the mood.
“The back to back shifts. The woman has not had time to unpack or rest since she arrived. Were she Human, she would've definitely taken you to task.” Khan replied.
“I am quite sure that when you have your own command, Khan, you will employ your own methods of testing those who serve under you. This is my ship therefore I will employ my methods.” Tyr stated firmly in his infamous “back off” tone.
“A pity.” Khan said. Tyr raised an inquiring eyebrow. “T'Marr is not like the others. She is going to rebel and kick up her heels in your face. And you are going to deserve every blow she gives you.” Khan said, sagely.
Again Katay and Nietzschean stared each other down. "It is high time you learned my friend, that a woman, no matter what race or species, is nothing to toy with. Wait for it, because it is coming. . . " the Katay continued.
Tyr sighed inwardly. He detested when Khan made his damned predictions right before he “hit the rack”. Why? Because he was never able to sleep afterwards.
Tyr knew that he'd spend his entire rest period turning Khan's words over in his mind. Trying to figure them out, and trying to avoid the inevitable. But, it was always a no win scenario with him and the Katay. The one thing Tyr never won. . . . . . . .
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