Disclaimer: I have not used any of the Star Trek characters, but the alien species in my story don't belong to me. For that matter, Jala and Sisma don't belong to me either since they are my friends' screen names.

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 Nine: Never Argue with a Hormonal Klingon

"Men should be..." I began as I lay on B'Liz's bed. I tried to think of some cruel punishment to bestow upon them.

"Shot!" B'Liz finished for me.

"No," I muttered. "Put into cages for all of us women to look at and say 'Awh, how cute!'"

"And then shot!" B'Liz said with a smirk.

I looked across the room where she sat working at her computer console. "Don't you want some big, strong warrior to kill a targ for you and give you its heart or something?"

"No," she said in disgust. "I would rather do it myself."

I smiled a little.

"I'm tired," I muttered.

"It's only three o'clock," Sisma told me. "What have you done today? Hard shift in astrometrics?"

I shrugged. "Andrannon made me re-do a report because it wasn't done to her satisfaction. I did some scanning and categorizing. Nothing too strenuous."

"Have been having low energy a lot lately?" Sisma asked as if she was evaluating a patient.

"Story of my life," was my reply.

"Let me see your nails!" Sisma demanded.

I held out a hand to her and she examined the nails thoroughly. "Uhuh. You have a deficiency, probably iron. See how your nail isn't quite smooth."

I had noticed before that my nails weren't very smooth. I thought it was normal.

"What's my nail mean?" B'Liz asked, shoving a disfigured nail at Sisma with pride.

"Looks like you burnt yourself with a phaser a couple months ago," Sisma diagnosed.

"Wrong!" B'Liz shouted, snatching her hand away. "Punched a wall when I got mad at Lt. Raymond."

"You punched a wall?" I asked.

"I should have just punched Lt. Raymond," B'Liz mused. "It would have made me feel better. I don't know why I didn't."

"Because you would have been put on report," I reminded. "And you're smart, despite the fact you're Klingon."

B'Liz growled.

A/N: This is a mega short chapter, but my life in progressing faster than I can write chapters. Therefore, it's going to be a bit jumbled for a while.