NOTE: I do not own SMAC/X and/or its characters.
Morning
The suns were up. Morning arrived. The night before was amazing for both of them. Deirdre awoke, unaware of where she was. There was a shuffle next to her.
"Morning," Zakharov yawned.
"So the rumour goes." She quipped.
Zakharov sat up on the side of the bed, trying his best to wake up. "Enjoy yourself?"
There was no reply from Deirdre; he turned to see thumbs up from the mountain of sheets.
"We should do it more often."
This doesn't mean anything. They both knew this, they reminded themselves. They were too old to be exclusive, too old for anything serious.
A beeping noise came from somewhere in the room. Zakharov searched his clothing from him comm. He was sure it was his. Sure enough it was his, and a message was left on it.
"Well, well, well,"
"There's a hole in the ground."
"Close," Zakharov through her the comm. "They've called a meeting."
"A 'meeting' meeting, or just a meeting?" Sure enough, the generic message gave a date, time and venue for the council meeting. "Ugh, I could have better things to do." She hinted.
Zakharov laughed. "It's been a long time since a council meeting." Close to 80+ years. "Maybe Lal has stopped being played by Morgan and wants his revenge."
"Who knows Prokhor, we can only theorise."
He crabbed his scatted clothes, "I better head, I'm expected."
"Afraid no one's fed your fish?" She asked.
"Knowing my luck…"
"Another game soon?" She stretched, a body like a goddess, a face that could sail a ship and was known to be very witty.
He fixed his shirt. "If you're up to it."
"You name the time and place."
She threw back his comm, him catching it with one hand. Then searched for something to wear.
It was quiet in the rover, the two caught up with work before departing.
They made their way to the jet, in sync, in perfect stride
"I guess this is goodbye."
"I'll try and talk before the council meeting."
"Here's me holding my breath."
Zak headed onto the jet. "Ready for departure." Said the automatize systems. The silent engines burst to life.
Lucy approached from behind, "You didn't drive back last night."
"Kathleen?"
"No, you're wearing the same dress from last night."
"Ahh…" The jet vanished.
"Also, Kathleen hasn't check up on you yet. What exactly did you do last night?"
"Extra curriculum activities."
Lucy got the gist, not what she was expecting but it made sense. "Ma'am, your where abouts last night is not why I am here."
"Care to elaborate?"
"Segnir sent me."
"Oh this can't be good.
