Meditation Is Good - Chapter 17

THREE DAYS LATER . . . . . .

“Very superstitious,
Writing's on the wall,
Very superstitious,
Ladders bout' to fall,
Thirteen month old baby,
Broke the lookin' glass
Seven years of bad luck,
The good things in your past . . . . . . . .


Stevie Wonder's song played very softly in the background as Tamarra meditated. Unlike the vast majority of her race, she believed that music helped her to meditate. This was the first time since Team Solon arrived she was able to have quality quiet time.

The first item she focused her mind on was the fact that the demographics of Team Solon did not look right to her.

“Why does this team look strange?” she asked, herself mentally, as she backtracked and focused on each face.

Then she had it. Every one of Solon's team was male! If this was supposed to be a big scientific study, where were the female experts in sociology and xeno-psychology? If she was not mistaken, there were many renowned Vulcan women in both fields, yet not even one of them were here!

“Computer, stop music.” she called, as she stood and tapped her comm badge.

“Captain, we may have a serious problem.” Tamarra said.

“Let me guess. Our guests again?” Tyr's irritated voice asked.

For some strange reason frequent fights and vehement verbal disagreements had broken out among the crew. Bickering and controversy was to be expected on any ship, and with any crew. No matter how disciplined the crew, the opposite opinion could set off fireworks at any time.

However among The Insurrection's crew there had always been a Pride and Family atmosphere. During the past 72 hours, it seemed to have completely broken down. Fistfights and donnybrooks broke out everywhere, filling up Sickbay with patients, and leaving Captain Anasazi at his wits end.

“Yes, it has to do with our guests.” Tamarra replied. She wanted desperately to say the word “pests”, instead of "guests" but she restrained herself. “I believe I need to have another talk with Solon.” she continued.

“Never enter enemy territory without covering your six. Take Xena and some of her people with you, just in case.” Tyr's voice, warned. Concern evident in his voice.

“Were you quoting Drago, Sir?” Tamarra asked. Inspired by the mention of "Ancestor's Breath" she had been studying some of it's texts. However she had not read the particular passage Tyr had quoted. She was also trying to lighten the mood a bit.

“No, Commander. Just Nietzschean Common Sense. Captain out.” Tyr replied. His mood had lightened, just a bit.

Tamarra sighed and put in a call to Lt Commander Anol. Then she prepared herself to visit Solon.