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«K'lalatar Prkori K'lalatar Prnak'lirli
(Infinite Diversities in Infinite Combinations)»
by Monica MicioGatta
4th Charter: Live long and prosper
She had been given small quarters on the central bridge, with no view of open space, but it was much more comfortable than the night part of Verne. She took a shower and then put on a clean uniform that had miraculously escaped the burns.
«Come in,» she said, when she heard the bell.
Archer appeared in the doorway, holding a PADD. «Hello,» he said.
She turned, a bit surprised. «Hello.»
«May I come in?»
«Of course, this is your ship.»
Jonathan let the door shut behind him. He raised the PADD. «Phlox informed me.»
T'Mir smiled insecurely.
«It's a bit... hard to digest, I mean... get used to it.» He moved the PADD, as if it served to support the shocking information he had just received. «Certainly it is a... good evidence of what you claim.»
She nodded. «I know. I just told you the truth.»
The captain nodded. «Then I think I should say... welcome back.»
T'Mir smiled and ran to hug him. «Thank you... I've missed you!» She held the hug for a long time. Then she withdrew a step. «Can I take a ride on the bridge?»
He laughed, «Of course. I thought your first destination would be another one.» He held out his arm and she took it. «These are the uniforms of the future of your universe?»
She nodded. «I saved a few clothes... those fucking Xindi have burned almost all my dresses in the attack.»
«I don't think that was their primary intent.» The turbo-lift opened, giving access to the bridge. «I guess I should introduce you,» Archer said, «you already know our tactical officer, Lieutenant Malcolm Reed.»
T'Mir smiled.
«At the helm we have Travis Mayweather.»
«Captain T'Mir,» greeted Travis.
«Oh, just T'Mir. On this ship I'm just a guest.»
«And my science officer, T'Pol.»
T'Mir gave her an almost shy smile, raising her hand in the Vulcan salute. T'Pol just nodded. The young woman lowered her hand and sighed slightly.
«At this moment we haven't Hoshi Sato on the bridge, our communications officer, she has just finished her shift and went to the mess hall.»
T'Mir shifted her gaze from T'Pol to Archer. «I think... I'll do the same. The emergency rations of the Verne were sh... were very bad.»