Lieutenant Starvek forced a sense of duty and professionalism onto his face
as he set to meet this important ambassador. He turned down the correct
corridor-he had memorized the layout of Callandor as soon as his assignment
had been given-and noticed someone falling in step aside him. Curvy
figure, tan skin, all woman. A Klingon woman. Commander Ma'Heth nodded
sharply.
"Greetings, Lieutenant. I assume you have also been ordered to meet the Envoy?"
"Correct, Sir," he replied quickly, making sure to keep his eyes on her face. Counselor Troi was nothing compared to this woman's figure. He made himself fix his eyes squarely on the ridges in the Klingon woman's head; their heights matched up this way as she was small for a Klingon female.
Realizing Starvek's obvious oggling had become beyond obvious, the commander set her jaw in protest, clenching her teeth loudly enough to create a warning. It was hard to restrain her mind, desperately wanting to lunge into action-attack mode.or was it something else?
"Escorting this woman is to be without surprise and scene. No commotion, no friendly chat, nothing. Is this understood, Lieutenant Starvek?"
He walked a bit more briskly with a defiant hope that her shorter legs could not keep up, but somehow they did. Starvek began to hate the way she tossed her hair aside and gritted her teeth. He realized she hadn't done that in the initial Senior Staff conference. His ire grew as her voice repeated in his head, stressing the diminutive title of his rank.or was it something else?
Ma'Heth considered revealing what she knew about Envoy T'Kel Kelak that Starvek did not. It would be a good test of an officer, she decided, of his integrity, to see if he could withstand the shock of this woman and her heritage. The officers approached the turbolift.
Starvek allowed the door to open and foolishly stood by, allowing his commander to enter first. He exhaled, shaming himself for letting his mother teach him such manners. Ma'Heth smiled secretly, yet almost a growl, wondering how this earth man enticed and repulsed her simultaneously. He followed her in as she took command of the situation by calling the deck. As the computer responded, the pair shared an awkward turbolift moment as people often do. Starvek wondered why turbolifts were no longer manufactured with some cheesy yet occupying music to ease the short yet awkward journeys through the ship.
Ma'Heth led the way as the turbolift halted, straight into Shuttle Bay 1. All was quiet, and no one present with exception of the arriving pair and Envoy Kelak herself. Starvek did all he could not to drop his jaw on the ground. Kelak was a towering amazon of nearly seven feet, and strikingly Romulan, in full gear.
"The Tal Shi'ar honor you with this request and trust that my journey be safe," the woman's contralto voice filled the bay.
The Klingon woman nodded reverently in a way that shocked the lieutenant. "I am First Officer Ma'Heth, but please, call me 'Rin. Please excuse the stupidity of Lieutenant Starvek, in all his glory."
Kelak tightened her face in a rather primitive, snaky smile. "A pleasure, Mr. Starvek. Now, my quarters?"
"Greetings, Lieutenant. I assume you have also been ordered to meet the Envoy?"
"Correct, Sir," he replied quickly, making sure to keep his eyes on her face. Counselor Troi was nothing compared to this woman's figure. He made himself fix his eyes squarely on the ridges in the Klingon woman's head; their heights matched up this way as she was small for a Klingon female.
Realizing Starvek's obvious oggling had become beyond obvious, the commander set her jaw in protest, clenching her teeth loudly enough to create a warning. It was hard to restrain her mind, desperately wanting to lunge into action-attack mode.or was it something else?
"Escorting this woman is to be without surprise and scene. No commotion, no friendly chat, nothing. Is this understood, Lieutenant Starvek?"
He walked a bit more briskly with a defiant hope that her shorter legs could not keep up, but somehow they did. Starvek began to hate the way she tossed her hair aside and gritted her teeth. He realized she hadn't done that in the initial Senior Staff conference. His ire grew as her voice repeated in his head, stressing the diminutive title of his rank.or was it something else?
Ma'Heth considered revealing what she knew about Envoy T'Kel Kelak that Starvek did not. It would be a good test of an officer, she decided, of his integrity, to see if he could withstand the shock of this woman and her heritage. The officers approached the turbolift.
Starvek allowed the door to open and foolishly stood by, allowing his commander to enter first. He exhaled, shaming himself for letting his mother teach him such manners. Ma'Heth smiled secretly, yet almost a growl, wondering how this earth man enticed and repulsed her simultaneously. He followed her in as she took command of the situation by calling the deck. As the computer responded, the pair shared an awkward turbolift moment as people often do. Starvek wondered why turbolifts were no longer manufactured with some cheesy yet occupying music to ease the short yet awkward journeys through the ship.
Ma'Heth led the way as the turbolift halted, straight into Shuttle Bay 1. All was quiet, and no one present with exception of the arriving pair and Envoy Kelak herself. Starvek did all he could not to drop his jaw on the ground. Kelak was a towering amazon of nearly seven feet, and strikingly Romulan, in full gear.
"The Tal Shi'ar honor you with this request and trust that my journey be safe," the woman's contralto voice filled the bay.
The Klingon woman nodded reverently in a way that shocked the lieutenant. "I am First Officer Ma'Heth, but please, call me 'Rin. Please excuse the stupidity of Lieutenant Starvek, in all his glory."
Kelak tightened her face in a rather primitive, snaky smile. "A pleasure, Mr. Starvek. Now, my quarters?"