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 Thirty-Two: Blessed by the Prophets
"Could you tell B'Liz that I need her?" Sisma requested.
I nodded, putting down the novel I was reading. I went into the bedroom and saw B'Liz sprawled out on the bed.
"B'Liz, Sisma needs you," I told her.
She rolled onto her side, without opening her eyes.
"B'Liz, are you geting up?"
She made a noise. She had heard me, which was my task, so I left her. I went back to where Sisma was cooking.
"She didn't get up," I told her.
"But I need someone to grate the cheese," Sisma muttered.
"I'll do it," I offered.
"Would you?" Sisma asked with a smile.
I just nodded, washed my hands, and got to grating. Sisma continued to stir the other parts of the meal. I was excited about it. Tacos. It was supposedly a popular food on Earth. I ahd heard much about it and wanted to try one.
"Well, dinner's about done," Sisma announced, giving the legumes one last stir. "Will you tell B'Liz that dinner is done?"
I went off instantly to where B'Liz slept. She was exactly how I left her. I had to wonder if all Klingons slept as much as B'Liz did.
"B'Liz dinner's done," I told her.
B'Liz made a noise.
"Are you coming?" I asked.
There was silence for a moment. She let out a "uh-uh." I couldn't believe she was tired enough to miss out on food. When I returned to Sisma, I told her what happened. She shrugged and we sat down to eat. We began to assemble tacos. As soon as out shells were stuffed, Sisma smirked excitedly and said, "On the count of three. One, two, three."
We both bit into our tacos at once. Half of her contents fell onto her plate, and I got beans and salsa all over my face. We looked at each other and busted up laughing. After we were filled, the two of us began to clean everything up.
"I can't believe B'Liz is still asleep," I said. "When did she get to bed last night?"
"Uh," Sisma mused on that. "You know, I'm not sure if she ever did get to bed until this morning. She was called on-duty last night."
"Oh, no wonder," I muttered, feeling bad that I had thought her lazy.
The Wasatch had to stop off at Deep Space 6 for some minor repairs. I took the opportunity to take the second right of my vedek training. This was another minor ceremony. They asked me to wear a short cotton dress to symbolize purity. They showed me a certain dance I had to do to ceremonial music. I felt silly doing the dance. Left hand out. Right knee up. Tilt back head, and then spin it around. Touch your toes. Take off your clothes. Ok, maybe that was later.
Next, they placed a long, heavy robe over my shoulders and showed me into a dark room. I was seated on a rug on the floor. Seven mylars filed into the room, each with a candle. They chanted and circled me. It was quite relaxing actually.
Last was less than comfortable. That was the part where I took off my clothes. I had to lay there while I had oil consecrated by the prophets rubbed all over me. According to the people I talked to, this was supposed to be relaxing. I didn't find it very relaxing.
Last, but not lease, the Vedek of the temple prayed long and hard for me. He came out of the little room after what seemed like forever to give me advice from the prophets. He smiled at me and said, "The prophets say 'be positive.'"
After all the discomfort and craziness, I actually left feeling quite good.
A/N: Forgive any spelling errors and things. I am really trying to pop out these chapters because I have something I really want to get to.