Head To Head - Chapter 15

Disclaimer: Greetings! It's me again! This is just a friendly reminder to let you know that this story is not written strictly according to Star Trek / Andromeda CANNON, so you are going to see some strange goings on. Please have fun and enjoy the story anyway. . . . .


Free Enterprise  -  Head To Head  -  Chapter 15


After she left the Lion's Den, Tamarra took the lift down to the VIP quarters which were located just below Officer's Country. She stepped out of the lift to a crowded corridor. Shipping crates, Insurrection officers and Vulcans dominated the scene.

Tamarra wormed her way through the morass and found her way into the Quad. She found Solon in his tiny office having a “heated” discussion with two of his aides. Upon seeing her, he ended his conversation, and the aides left.

According to her Vulcan family history, Solon was Soval's identical twin. Soval was the more “personable and outgoing” one, while Solon was the aloof and withdrawn introvert. Rumor had it that he had taken his brother's assassination very hard. So much so, that his personality changed, and his wife left him. In essence, Solon had become a “hard” man to deal with. Even for Vulcans. . . . .

“Uncle Solon. I bid thee greetings.” she said formally, as she held her hand up in the Vulcan salute.

“I bid thee greetings, T'Marr.” Solon intoned, as he mirrored her gesture. Tamarra winced inwardly, when he mentioned her Vulcan name.

“Here goes nothing.” she thought.

“Uncle Solon. I must respectfully ask that you no longer address my by that name.” Tamarra said. Solon's face turned even sterner as he lifted an eyebrow at her. A sure sign of displeasure.

“We have lift off!” Tamarra thought.

“That is an illogical request, since that is your name,” Solon challenged.

“I officially submitted a request to change my name back to Tamarra. I would appreciate it if you would address me by that name from now on.”

“Has your close affiliation with the Nietzscehans prompted this decision?” Solon pressed, sounding like a prosecuting attorney questioning the witness for the defense.

“WT . . . . . .” she though, and nearly frowned.

“No it has not. Illogical as it may sound, I happen to like my Human name better.” Tamarra replied with equal fervor.

“I will endeavor to remember it.” Solon replied.

“Thank You.” she said. Glad she had won that small victory. “Do you and the team have everything that's needed?” she continued.

"Yes we do, although our accommodations are a bit cramped.” Solon replied.

“Yes, well that can not be helped! You decided to make this so-called visit at the last minute. Then decided to bring every man and jack! Let them all sleep on the deck and hang from the bulkheads for all I care! The Insurrection is a warship, not a diplomatic shuttle!” she thought.

“Your complaint is so noted.” Tamarra stated. “Oh, by the way. Captain Tyr Anasazi, out of Victory by Barbarossa, of the Kodiak Pride, is my Captain and superior officer. He will be respected as long as you dwell within the Insurrection's bulkheads and breathe her recycled air! Have I made myself clear?” she continued, authoritatively. Solon glowered back at her, resentful that she would order him about.

At that second, Tamarra went from being Solon's niece to looking every inch the Starship Commander. She'd also deliberately went out of her way to recite Tyr's bloodline, to apparent Solon's chagrin.

“For someone who is planning to do this big study on how Nietzscehans interact with others, Solon certainly doesn't appear to like them very much. Or perhaps, that's just my paranoid opinion.” Tamarra thought.

“Understood.” Solon replied, solemnly.

“Good day, Uncle Solon.” she said.

“Good day. . . . . . .Tamarra.” Solon replied.


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Riding in the lift back to the bridge, Tamarra did something very strange for a Vulcan.

“YES!” she shouted, as she did a fist pump.