Changes, Changes, Changes! - Chapter 42

Free Enterprise  -   Changes, Changes, Changes! – Chapter 42


Tyr returned to his ship and found it had been invaded by Deep Space Ten's engineers and computer tech heads. Among them and clearly visible ( in maroon uniforms ) were some lucky upper class Starfleet cadets, who were itching at the opportunity to work first hand on one of the newest ships in the Fleet.

Tyr was handed padds to sign to approve various upgrades as Commander Joseph Ratsinger walked him through the ship and showed him what was was going to be done.

All over the Insurrection panels were off and crews were working diligently away. Despite the 24th century technology, workman and women still slammed and banged things around, and still yelled back and forth at one another.

After taking the tour and signing the padds Tyr put in a call to Commander McPhearson. He was duly informed that Tamara and Xena had already packed what he would be needing. The Anasazi family would be staying in one of the top VIP suites on the station.

Tamara smiled to herself when she heard Tyr grunt with disgust, and she could just picture that infamous frown of his. He hated VIP suites! To him they were worse than cut rate hotel rooms because they were impersonal.

But, they had to be in order to serve the purpose of housing the greatest possible variety of guests, humanoid, and not. More often or not, guests brought their own accessories and entourages to liven the places up.

“It was either that or stay on the ship with all of the noise, people and clangor, Babe.” Tamara explained. Races like Nietzscheans, Katay and Vulcans who had sensitive ears usually cleared out and stayed away until the work was done. A wise decision on her part.

“We're ordering from Whoa Hop's for dinner, is there anything special you want?” she continued.

“Whoa Hop's?” Tyr asked, feigning ignorance. He knew very well that it was one of the many station's restaurants. This one claimed to serve all organically produced food. Tyr frowned again. He just didn't feel like having Chinese when he himself could prepare it just as good or better.

“I see I'm going to have to teach Tamara and Xena how to cook.” he thought.

“No Thank You, Tam. I have a few things to do before I return. I will pick up something on the way back.” Tyr replied. When in doubt about what to eat, Tyr always gravitated towards fresh fruit and salads.

“See you later, Babe.” Tam said, then she cut the channel.

From there Tyr went to the gym where he met Kavaar. He did some cardio, some stretches then he and Kavaar went at it in such an intense hand to hand, no holds barred, unarmed combat that someone called Security.

Lieutenant Commander Trran Aci, the Bajoran male Security Chief took one look at the contest, rolled his eyes, and laid bets on Tyr.

“If they meant harm to one another, they'd both be dead already.” Aci declared.

Two hours later the fight was called a draw. Both men agreed to continue the contest the next day. Then both retreated to the sonic showers, and went their separate ways to their quarters.

When Tyr arrived at his families quarters he had to smile to himself at the sight of perhaps a dozen shopping bags sitting on the living room sofa and deck. Tam the shopaholic had definitely done some damage.

He immediately squashed the irresistible urge to peek into the bags. Something he used to do to his sisters when he was much younger and drove them batty.

“Never look into a woman's bag! You might see something that will put your eyes out!” his oldest sister Elpsbeth warned as she caught him one day and cuffed him upside the head. Of course that served to make the young Tyr even more curious. What was the big fuss about fancy foundation garments anyway?

Tyr shed his uniform and gratefully crawled into his bed. He noted it was after way after midnight and thought “I've got to stop this late night rambling.” he thought as he closed his eyes and drifted off.

Later on that morning he briefly awoke and found himself in a sandwich. Tamara was asleep and curled into his back in a spoon position and Xena was in the front.

“I guess they don't like the accommodations, either.” Tyr thought as he drifted back to sleep.

A few hours later he awoke to find both women gone, and wondered if they had really been in bed with him. But their scents lingered letting him know they were there.

He headed off to the sonic shower and upon exiting he found someone had laid out his Class A's for the day. Tyr dressed quickly and went into the dining area where he found both women eating an early breakfast. He looked around at their accommodations and shook his head.

“Good morning, Babe.” Tamara said in his mind as she gave him a hug and kiss. “I spoke to the Quartermaster and maybe we can get this place fixed up a bit.” she said brightly.

“Good morning, Tyr.” Xena said as she stepped up and gave him a hug. “I doubled the security rotation now that there are much more people on the station.” she continued.

She was referring to the fact that the Nietzscheans, Katay, Bajorans, Cardassians, Romulans, Rehmans, Corsair, and a host of other races had arrived for the confab. Her main duty was to keep his baby, The Insurrection, safe. And she was on point.

Even though he wasn't eating with them, Tyr sat at the table and told them of the new addition to the family. Tamara smiled and clapped like an excited child because her good friend was going to be part of the family.

Xena on the other hand was a bit awed, but professional in her acceptance. Tyr knew Xena would warm up once she met Amanda. The Admiral had a way with people, had to after dealing with them for fifty years.

Tyr looked up at the chronometer and politely excused himself. Unfortunately, like yesterday he would be away for most of the day, so he was leaving them in charge of the home fires. He then left their quarters and headed for the nearest lift.

He took it up to the Promenade and immediately noticed there were a lot more people on the station. He nodded and smiled at fellow Nietzscheans and Katay who obviously arrived only hours earlier.

Tyr stopped and looked down from the Upper Tier of the Promenade into Central Park, and watched a group of approximately 250 Nietzscheans going through a series of Tai Chi exercises in perfect synch. He made note of the leader to ask if he could join the group one of these mornings.

Then he hurried over to the Pepper Pot.