A/N: As a reminder, this weird version of Star Trek is based on my life, so there's no telling what will happen because life is unpredictable.
Ode to A Starship by Lina Shay
Chapter Seven: A Little More Life
I didn't get up when the computer woke me for my shift. I just went back to sleep. I slept-in to a deliciously late hour. I think the rest did me good, because I actually felt content when I got out of bed. I took some time for myself, reading the words of the Kai. I even indulged in a fiction novel about a girl in a prision camp during the occupation of Bajor. She reluctantly falls in love with a Cardassian prision guard who turned out to be an undercover member of the Bajoran Militia surgically altered to look Cardassian. I was surprised.
I felt guilty about not going to my shift, so I opened a com-link to Andrannon and told her I was planning on going to sickbay. I didn't say that I felt better than ever or that I was only going to sickbay to hang out with Sisma.
Deciding that I had better do something more than lounge around in my pajamas, I took a long sonic shower. I replicated a terran orange for breakfast because that's what I felt like eating. After savoring every bite, I went to sickbay.
B'Liz was standing there with her arms folded in a foreboding way while Sisma attended a patient. Randomly, I punched B'Liz playfully in the arm. B'Liz looked down on me with an eyebrow raised. I put up my fists in a chalanging way. A smirk showed off her yellow, Klingon teeth as she unfolded her arms. I punched her again on the shoulder. She made a slight movement which caused me to jumped back. B'Liz laughed. The two of us fought playfully for a moment. I could tell B'Liz wasn't even trying to put any sort of force behind her punches or I would have been Sisma's next patient.
When Sisma got off duty, we all when back to their quarters. Sisma looked about at the floor, which was covered in feathers.
"You need to clean up your feathers, B'Liz," Sisma told her, and then turned to me. "Did you knwo Klingon's mult?"
"Only when out food gets away from us," B'Liz explained.
"Which seems to happen quite often," Sisma giggled.
"Are you questioning my prowess as a warrior?" B'Liz shot at her warningly.
Before Sisma could answer, B'Liz grabbed a belt sitting nearby and began to whip to at Sisma.
"Don't whip me!" cried Sisma, reaching for her own weapon which happened to be a tricorder.
"What, are you going to scan me to death?" B'Liz laughed.
B'Liz whipped the belt at Sisma, who blocked with the tricorder. Sisma somehow got a hold on the end of the belt. She slapped the tricorder on the belt which made a lovely snapping sound.
"Ooh," Sisma cooed in excitement, slapping the tricorder on the belt a couple more times. "That sounds cool."
"You're going to break that," B'Liz said, pulling the belt out of Sisma's grip.
"You replicated a bird just to chase it around?" I asked, looking at the feathers.
"No," B'Liz looked at me as if I was an idiot. "I returned to Kronos last night for the annual to'baj slaughter. I brought one with me to continue to hunt."
"In our quarters," Sisma rolled her eyes. "Then there's those feet."
I looked where Sisma was indicating. A couple of bird-type feet where tied together with string, painted with pink blood and hung over the doorway.
"I ditest those thing," Sisma muttered.
"The are the trophey of the hunter," B'Liz told her. "It is an honor to have the feet to of the to'baj hung in your home."
"We are now the most honorable house of to'baj," Sisma quipped.
"You dare disgrace this honor?" B'Liz shouted.
"I have mortally offended my roommate," Sisma said sadly. "The only honorable thing to do would be to kill her."
"Don't you mean kill yourself?" B'Liz asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"Nope," Sisma insisted. "I mean kill you. It's the ritual homocide. It's part of my culture"
I was unsure of the situation for a moment. I was sure they would result to blows. Suddenly, B'Liz let out a hearty laugh, and I let out a sigh of relief.
After dinner found B'Liz laying on the floor with a glass of bloodwine in her hand. I was seated in a chair while Sisma was on her bed. Sisma appeared to be very tired. I stood up to get another glass of Altairian brandy when B'Liz grabbed my ankle. I smiled a little and tried to pull out of her grip. B'Liz was persistent. The more I pulled, the tighter she held on. Soon, I ended up on the floor trying to wrestle my leg from her while laughing my head off.
The door's ring-tone sounded. Sisma bid them come in and Jala did. She paused for a moment when she saw me and B'Liz on the floor. She smiled a bit and said, "Ok." B'Liz finally let go of my leg and I got up.
"I should be getting to bed," I told them.
"Fine! Right when I get here," Jala feigned hurt.
I smiled at them and returned to my quarters.