D-Day - Chapter 14

Free Enterprise  -  "D" Day  -  Chapter #14




“Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” Tamarra quoted mentally to herself as she and Captain Anasazi, Yeoman-Counselor Khan, Chief Medical Officer Kori and Lt Commander Gilgamesh rode the lift down to the main transporter room.


Before entering, Tamarra gave herself a once over to make sure everything was okay. Checking her face in the shiny surface of the bulkhead


“Making sure there is nothing unseemly hanging from my nose, and no green leafy things "adroning my teeth.” Tamarra thought.


Her Mom taught her that before appearing at special events, a woman should always check such things. Funny thing, Kori stepped up and did the very same thing, the second Tamarra walked away . . . . . .


“Making sure my nose and ridges are not shiny.” Kori thought.


Both Tyr and Gilgamesh were being typical Nietzscheans, and carried sidearms as well as their handy-dandy, all purpose cutting implements. A wicked version of a K-Bar, or Bowie knife.


“Before this is over, I might have to borrow one of those.” Tamarra thought. Kori long had designs on her consorts weapon. Klingon's were great lovers of swords and daggers, so they appreciated a good “toothpick” when they saw one.


The team had already materialized and out of the group of perhaps 25, Khan and Tyr recognized Solon first. The family resemblance was striking. But it ended there, for the man presented a stern, school teacher visage.


“That's Solon.” Tamarra whispered to Tyr. He nodded once, and she immediately knew what it meant. It was that “I'll take it from here.” look.


“Greetings, I am Captain Tyr Anasazi. . . . . “ Tyr started.


“Yes I am well aware of who you are. Are our accommodations ready?” Solon asked, cutting the Captain off in the middle of his welcoming speech. Tyr glared at the Vulcan and would've growled if Khan had not poked him with a carefully extended talon. Tyr turned to glare Khan upon feeling the sting. Then Khan, Kori and Gilgamesh all glowered at Solon.


“OMG! Uncle Solon! That was so rude!” Tamarra said. She restrained herself mightily from saying “freakin'”. All around them, Vulcans stopped their work to raise their eyebrows at her outburst.


“T'Marr, we will speak later in private. Right now we must set up our equipment to begin our study. Time is of the essence.” Solon said, as he, lifted some equipment onto an anti-grav sled. To Tamarra it looked as if they had packed enough to stay a year.


“What the hell is Solon up to?” she wondered, as she frowned at Team Solan's retreating backs. There was a tiny detail niggling her mind, but she couldn't quite get a handle on it. She looked up and noticed everyone had gone and headed straight back up to the bridge and to The Lion's Den.




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“No, Tyr. You cannot space them.” Khan said patiently and sagely. He watched as the Nietzschean Captain paced his office like a huge black cat. Tyr Anasazi was furious! The one thing you did not do was cut off an Alpha Nietzschean while he was quoting his bloodline!


“They beam on to MY ship, insult ME and expect hospitality from ME AND MY CREW?! I'll show them hospitality, in the nearest airlock!” Tyr bellowed, as, Khan crossed his arms, stood his ground, and gazed coolly at his friend.


He was about to answer Tyr's tirade, when Tamarra stumbled in. She had run from the transporter room to the nearest lift, and from the lift she had dashed into the Lion's Den, not realizing that Khan and Tyr were engaged in a “heavy conversation”. The atmosphere in the Ready Room was so volatile, it could've been ignited with one spark.


“Captain! Sir! I beg forgiveness on the behalf of my Uncle.” she blurted. Either Solon had no clue as to the gaff he'd just committed or he knew and did not care. Tamarra was hoping it was the former instead of the latter. She prayed it wasn't the latter. . . . . . .


“Why? Is he not man enough to come and ask me himself?” Tyr challenged. Khan pulled his whiskers back slightly. Tyr's tone had calmed down tremendously in her presence.


“I believe he does not know enough about Nietzschean culture to realize what he did was a horrible faux pas.” Tamarra answered.


“Let us hope that is so. In the meantime he has a temporary reprieve.” Tyr stated, as he crossed his arms, displaying his boneblades which were now at half mast.


“Thank you, Sir.” Tamarra replied, casting a shy smile in Tyr's direction before she exited.


“Tyr? What have I told you about that posture?” Khan asked, patiently. Tyr glanced at his Katay friend and rolled his eyes. However, the boneblades now lay flat against the back of his forearms.


“She was not intimidated.” Tyr replied, as he shrugged.


“That's because she loves you, you thick-skulled Nietzschean dolt.” Khan chuffed. “Save that posture to use on your enemies. Speaking of which, what do you intend to do with Solon and his people?”


“I will watch and wait.” Tyr stated, ferocity returning to his voice. In Khan's eyes, it looked like the so-called scientists had just become Tyr's prey. . . . .


"As the ancient Earth film star named Mister T, used to say 'I pity the fool'." Khan thought.