Hours later, after Amanda finally dozed off, Tyr kissed her on her forehead and eased away so he wouldn't disturb her.
“Computer. Restore normal Promethean gravity level.” He ordered as he prepared to leave her quarters.
“Acknowledged. Initiating in 30, 29, 28, . . . .” the Insurrection's female computer voice replied and began counting down. Tyr was out of the door long before she finished.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
When Tyr entered Desi's quarters and found that she too was busy packing. However, unlike Amanda who had been packing for a six week trip, Desi was packing for six months. Desi like Amanda, not only did she have to mindful of her pregnancy but that she would be returning with a newborn.
“I'm trying to finish my packing so I can help Tamara.” Desi explained, as she dropped a pile of folded clothing into a travel case. She too was old school and preferred to carry her own clothing instead of replicating what she needed.
“I will give you both access my personal expense account in case you need something.” Tyr stated.
He thanked The Divine that Bajor was not a backwards, backwater world, so they would be able to purchase items dirtside. Plus they were both entitled to buy a little something special for themselves. Being raised with older sisters. Tyr was well acquainted with them and their shopping trips.
“Thank you, Tyr.” Desi said as she gave him a hug and kiss.
“I don't want you two to go. I also don't relish the fact that I will not witness the birth of our child.” Tyr said into her hair.
“Nor do I, Tyr. I promise I wont make a habit of it.” Desi said, as she smiled up at him.
“As my consorts you both are supposed to have an armed escort. . . . .” Tyr started.
“Tyr, we are both more than capable of holding our own.” Desi protested, as she placed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes.
“I understand, Desdemona. But, I've asked for a contingent of Ceremonial guard to meet you upon your arrival on Bajor, anyway.” Tyr stated.
He knew both women would not hesitate to protect themselves and each other. But, he was also mindful that Tamara had bee kidnapped once. The mere fact she was his First would make her a very tempting target to be kidnapped again, or worse. And no telling what might happen to Desi and her unborn child. . . . . .
“. . . . . . . Also, you know that we will be arriving at Deep Space Ten at approximately 1800 hours tomorrow.” Tyr continued.
“So soon? Why?” Desi asked.
“New Helmsman. . . . . .” Tyr replied.
“Ohhhhh! I've heard about her. Graduated her class with top honors in the Klingon Space Academy.” Desi said. Proving that the Insurrection's Moccasin Telegraph was alive and well.
“I've read her service records and she was equally proficient in Starfleet Academy.” Tyr replied.
“So, what's on the agenda when we arrive?” Desi asked.
”Big diplomatic confab, dinner and dance, which coincides with the Intergalactic Hover Bard Championships.” Tyr replied, with obvious distaste.
“Hummmm. So, which hat will you be wearing Tyr Anasazi? Starfleet Rear Admiral, or Nietzschean Viceroy?” Desi asked, sagely.
“Nietzschean Viceroy. That is why I will need all of my wives to be present.” Tyr replied.
“I would not miss it for the universe.” Desi replied, and smiled.
For she knew this was to be Tyr's official coming out as The Nietzschean Viceroy. By now, the whole quadrant and beyond, knew that Barbarossa was dead, and had passed his crown to one of his sons. Most knew of Tyr's name but didn't know WHO hie actually was. After all, Barbarossa had had 15 sons!
So, the upcoming events were guaranteed to be overrun with intergalactic newshounds of every stripe and color. Something the Intergalactic News Services couldn't do back on Pinnacle. Why? There was a strict media lock down in order to respect the families privacy.
“If it helps, Tyr. Cochise hates these events too.” Desi said. Tyr smiled in response and turned to leave.
“Oh, bye the way, the twins want to see you.” Desi said as Tyr reached the door. Tyr froze in place and turned back to look at Desi. Questing expression on his face.
“I have no clue.” Desi replied with an innocent smile and shrug.
“Women.” Tyr thought and huffed, as he exited her quarters.
* * * * * * * * *
Before proceeding to the Twins quarters, Tyr went to his quarters, got cleaned up, then went to see what the Ping Sisters wanted.
For the last wives on the Tyr Anasazi family totem pole, they were awfully demanding. Not content to wait until Tyr made “his rounds”, they often demanded his presence. Tyr wasn't adverse to obliging but, what would happen once his Starfleet duties resumed in earnest? He made a mental note to apprise them of that fact tonight.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Tyr was both in agony and bliss. He was laying face down on the deck in the Ping Sisters living room, while Hoy Li walked on his back. Li Hoy accompanied her by playing an Andorian mini harp, and singing. Tyr has no idea that she could play so well. The problem was, she couldn't hold a tune in a bucket! Tyr winced as Li belted out something out in Chinese.
“You have to tell her.” Tyr briefly thought to himself, then immediately clamped down on the thought.
Both women were telepathic and were more than capable of picking up his random thoughts. So far, learning and practicing the Mental Katas from Tamara had helped to keep them out of his head. But, for how long?
The evening had started out with a seven course dinner. Then this.
”This might be a long night." Tyr thought. Since he was facing the deck, He did not see the Ping sisters look at and smile at each other.
That was exactly what they were hoping for.
Author's Note: "Are we there yet?" you wonder. "Soon come!" I reply ( Quoting my Old-School West-Indian Mom when ever I asked her that question ). "Soon Come!"
Photo Hat Tip: "TG"
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