Into The Fire - Chapter 2

                                                                     


                                                 CAPTAIN "TYR ANASAZI" 



NOTE TO READERS:   I forgot to give you a very short tutorial. The word "Nietzschean" is pronounced KNEE-CHEE-ANN. I will try to give a little more history each time I add a chapter.


N.A.C.




Into The Fire - Chapter 2




T'Marr entered The Ready Room and beheld two things at one time. The Nietzschean Captain was standing with his thumbs hooked into his belt, as he gazed pensively out of the clear steel Ready Room window at the stars.


He was dressed in a modified version of a Starfleet Captain's uniform. His jacket was a sleeveless v-neck model which made allowances for his bone blades, and heavily muscled chest and arms. His waist length dreadlocks were tied back with a leather thong. The rest of the uniform fit his body like a glove. Inwardly, T'Marr tried hard not to stare. The holographic photos she'd seen of the man had done him no justice whatsoever! He was drop dead handsome!


“OMG! OMG! OMG!” T'Marr's human half thought. She quickly squashed those thoughts to deal with the present in her usual logical manner.


She lifted an eyebrow at the other occupant in the room. A male Katay. The bipedal felinenoid was the same height as Captain Tyr, and resembled a white Bengal Tiger. It too wore a modified version of a Starfleet uniform. A vest and knee length cargo shorts. It stood about a foot behind Tyr and gazed at her with knowing blue eyes.


It was said that approximately 10 percent of the Katay were precognitive. Most people thought they were on par with prophets because they were 100 percent accurate. This one looked like he'd seen T'Marr coming three lifetimes ago. . . . . . .


“Commander T'Marr McPhearson reporting for duty, sir.” she said crisply as she stood at attention.


“At ease, Commander.” Captain Tyr said as he turned to face her and pinned her green eyes with his penetrating brown ones. T'Marr stood at ease, but, felt like she was going to melt.


“This is my yeoman.” Tyr continued. Speaking of his felinenoid shadow.


“I am Khan.” The Katay rumbled, inclined his head slightly, and held out his paws/hands with claws retracted to show he was friendly. T'Marr inclined her head in response. And thought.


“Yeah, he's a yeoman like I'm a ring tailed lemur!”


Half of the universe were terrified of the Katay, and the other half worshiped and revered them. The Nietzscheans had allied themselves with the Katay because they were ruthless warriors, excellent strategists, and shipwrights. in short, they were brothers, except for the fur. Of course, a little precognitive info every once in a while was a boon.


“You should find a seat before the others get here.” Tyr said. It seemed the second the words left the Captain's lips, in strode a Klingon female.


Judging by the sciences blue in her uniform and the white lab coat, T'Marr deducted this was the Insurrection's Chief Medical Officer. Practically on her heels the following officers entered. Chief of Sciences, Chief of Engineering, Chief of Security. T'Marr noted they were all female, and raised her eyebrows.




* * * * * *




Approximately 30 minutes later, when the meeting ended. T'Marr was a tad disappointed that she was being assigned the com right off the bat. After all, didn't Captain Anasazi know she'd just arrived and needed to unpack and get squared away? Were she Human, or in her “Human State Of Mind”, she would've “went off on the Captain”, but she did not. T'Marr simply strode out of the Ready Room with the rest of Insurrection's Command Crew and claimed the center seat.


Though she was nearly as tall as the Captain, T'Marr was nearly swallowed up by Tyr's Atilla The Hun style captain's chair. She made herself comfortable as the chair automatically adjusted itself to fit her body size and shape. A Katay invention no doubt.


“Looks like this is going to be long night.” T'Marr thought to herself as she was handed a PADD to read and sign.




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Meanwhile back in Tyr's Ready Room . . . . . .


“So. What did you think of her, Captain Anasazi?” Khan rumbled.


“I am of no opinion, Khan.” Tyr sighed.


“Really. I find it hard to believe that Captain Tyr Anasazi, out of Victory by Barbarossa has no opinion.” Khan purred.


“Thirty minutes is not enough time to properly asses a person's character, Khan.” Tyr returned.


“Yet, on the battle field, it takes a mere split second to decide whether to kill or spare. . . . . . . .” Khan persisted.


“She is efficient, dedicated and honorable. She would make an excellent second in command.” Tyr replied, cutting the Katay off rudely. Khan's whiskers twitched back, a Katay equivalent of a smile.


“And what of Gilgamesh? He has been looking forward to being promoted. . . . . .” Khan started.


“Gilgamesh knew the consequences of serving aboard the Insurrection under my command!  One of them is the likelihood of being passed over for promotion.” Tyr stated, hotly.


Lt. Commander Gilgamesh was an Alpha male Nietzschean like Tyr and, from the moment he set foot on the Insurrection's deck, he'd challenged Tyr's authority, nipping his commnder's heels like a baby wolf cub.


Gilgamesh's hide had been saved by the fact that 1. He'd found and selected his "matriarch" from among Tyr's crew ( which kept him too occupied to continue his rebellious activities ). 2. He was also Tyr's favorite first cousin. Otherwise, he would have long been flushed out of the nearest airlock. Besides, Star Fleet frowned upon their captains “spacing” annoying officers and crew.


“Efficient, dedicated and honorable were not quite the words I was looking for.” Khan said, skillfully changing the subject of the conversation, as he was often wont to do.


Tyr turned his head and leveled a poisonous gaze at Khan. The very same expression which would've sent his subordinates scurrying for cover. But, Khan stood fast and stared right back.


“What pray tell would you have me say, Cat?” Tyr asked, using his personal nickname for the Katay. Tyr was the only person in the Gamma Quadrant allowed to call Khan that. Anyone else would've been killed where they stood . . . .


“Beautiful Vulcan flower.” Khan stated simply. Tyr's expression changed to a mega nova smile as he roared with mirth. However, his humor died down immediately when he noticed that his Katay friend & Yeoman was not chuffing along with him.


“Khan? What are you up to?” Tyr growled, dangerously.


The Nietzschean Captain was sick of people trying to “”hook him up”. Unfortunately, they did not understand the manner in which Nietzscheans selected their mates. Oh, he'd had a few dalliances, but the search for his matriarch continued. Like the Alpha wolf in a wolf pack, he'd have to put a serious hurting on a couple of tails first. Only then would the woman consider him worthy of mating with. Only the strong survived and THAT was the Nietzschean way. . . . . .


“Oh nothing, Captain. I just wanted to inform you that you ship has come in.” Khan replied. Tyr frowned, not quite understanding the idiom, but suddenly guessing the gist of it.


“Surely not. . . . . .” Tyr started.


“She also hates to be touched.” Khan continued.


“Vulcans are touch telepaths, and all touch telepaths loathe be touched. . . .” Tyr said.


“An incident occurred which caused touching to be even more loathsome to her. . . . . . . .” Khan started, then stopped.


Tyr was all ears now, but he knew the Katay was not going to give him any more information. It was just like the damned creature to tell him just enough info to whet his appetite, then leave him hanging.


This annoyed Tyr to no end. His father, Barbarossa had done the same thing to him when he was growing up. Barbarossa used this so-called method of instructing every one of his ten sons. And, he was especially hard on Tyr, who was the youngest, and supposed runt of the lot.


So, if Captain Anasazi wanted more information on Commander T'Marr McPhearson, he going to have to track it down on his own. He would also have to observe her the way the Earth Lion would watch the unsuspecting herd of gazelles from the African brush. And Tyr was an expert at observing . . . . . . .


He was so immersed in his own thoughts that he didn't realize he'd rose and left the Ready Room, until he was in the lift and heading down to Officer's Country. Back in the Ready Room, Khan simply pulled his whiskers back in a smile.

                                           KHAN