After Dinner - Chapter 11

AUTHOR'S NOTE: “Tamarra” is T'Marr's Human given or first name. She Vulcanized it while studying on Vulcan.




Free Enterprise  -  After Dinner - Chapter #11




It was five hours later and T'Marr was still awake and burning the midnight oil. She'd gotten undressed, gotten cleaned up, donned her sleepwear. Then she re-hung all of her scattered clothing and was now sitting at her desk in front of her computer console.


She had received a sub-space transmission from her Vulcan uncle Solan reminding her that an important family event was coming up soon. And of course her Vulcan side of the family were anxious for her to attend. Well, not anxious. . . . . . more like looking forward with great anticipation to her being in attendance.


It had been nearly seven years since she had last set foot upon the burning sands of Vulcan, and seen the “Vulcan side of her family”. Honestly, T'Marr was in no rush to return to Vulcan any time soon. Although Vulcan was her original planet of origin, there were too many bad memories associated with it. She sent off a polite but terse reply that she would not be attending, explaining that duty calleth and she could not get away.


T'Marr, then tucked her legs under her semi lotus style and prepared to do her own personal research by first reviewing the past night's events.


After getting off to a bumpy start, dinner with Captain Tyr had been very pleasant. Their conversation had revealed some of his likes and dislikes. One thing he disliked was her new hairstyle and told her so. He also hated the shade of lipstick she wore.


T'Marr smiled realizing that a Human female would've “went off” on him saying those things. As a matter of fact, she didn't like them either. But, the hairstyle was Lieutenant JG Della Sanchez's idea, who'd insisted it would make her more attractive.


“Hah! I looked like a plucked chicken!” T'Marr thought, and smiled. “And that lipstick probably made me look like a courtesan. Next time Tamarra, stick to what you know.”


It was funny how Tyr now knew practically everything about her, but she didn't know that much about him. T'Marr blamed that on being too distracted by the delicious food, and being awe struck by the handsome Nietzschean sitting in front of her. She was amazed she was able consume her meal without choking.


The man certainly knew his way around the kitchen! She was a tad disappointed that the lasagne didn't contain meat. But, he didn't know that she consumed meat.


It's true that all Vulcans were vegetarians and echewed eating meat. But, she'd been raised on Earth and had eaten poultry and fish. After all, her Human family lived on a ranch, and they raised their own crops and livestock.


T'Marr stopped eating meat when she went to Vulcan for her so-called “cultural studies”. But every once in a while, the cravings for grilled chicken breast or salmon would come back with a vengence.


“I'd better tell him soon. Before I have to resort to snatching things off his plate!” she thought, and smiled.


She then accessed The Insurrection's data banks for information on the Nietzschean race, and settled in for some very long and detailed reading.




* * * * * * *




Meanwhile in Tyr's quarters all was dark, still and quiet. No, he was not asleep. Tyr Anasazi out of Victory by Barbarossa of the Kodiak Pride, was sitting at his desk and “wool gathering”.


He had fully intended to make a personal log entry but, the only words he could think of were Khan's words: “Beautiful Vulcan Flower.” Over and over and over again. Despite the horrid hairdo and the loathsome lipstick, T'Marr WAS a “Beautiful Vulcan Flower.”


He glanced at the desk chrono which said 0315 hours and rolled his eyes. He doubted he would get much sleep, but, he sighed and went through the motions anyway.




* * * * * * * *


In Khan's quarters, he was just going to bed also.


“What is it, my husband?” Sabra asked. When her mate didn't sleep, she didn't either.


“It begins.” Khan said, simply.