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The hunters had returning. At the lead of the returning hunters was Worf. With his wild hair and beard, ridged forehead, and mek'leth held high above his head, Worf looked like an ancient Klingon warrior returning from battle. Everyone dropped what they were doing and ran to the hunters. The hunters smiled as they were greeted by their friends, dropping the three beasts they had risked their lives to bring back to the settlement.
Jadzia ran to the hunters and greeted Worf. The Klingon smiled as he embraced the lovely Trill in his arms. The two shared a passionate kiss. Jadzia and Worf had been in a relationship for the last two months. The Klingon and Trill had already been attracted to each other before the crash and after they realised they couldn't return to the station, they decided to act on their mutual attraction.
"I'm glad you're back, Worf. I'm even gladder to see those chattel you caught." said Jadzia.
"I too am looking forward to tonight's feast. Those these chattel were no challenge for a warrior. They practically waited for us to be within a meter of them before they started running from us." spoke Worf.
Jadzia looked at the animals the hunters had brought back to the settlement. The Defiant crew had begun to categorise and name the different species on their new home. The creatures Worf and the other hunters had killed looked like a cross between Earth cattle and elk with shaggy coats, short horns and long tails. Because of their appearance to cattle and the chattering sound the creatures made to communicate, the crew had taken to calling the animals chattel.
"If these things are as docile as you say they are then perhaps we could domesticate them? It'd be easier to have domestic animals we could use for food than always having to go out and hunt. I'll bring the option up with Sisko after the feast." suggested Jadzia.
At the mention of the feast, Worf remembered he still had to help the others skin the chattel carcasses. With one more kiss from Jadzia, Worf went to finish his job with the other hunters. Once the chattel had been skinned the meat was taken to the kitchen in prepared for the feast and the hides were taken aside for tanning. The crew would attempt to make clothing with the chattel's fur and hide.
By the time the feast rolled around everyone was in an uproar. In anticipation for the feast, Sisko had allowed several pairs of scissors and razors to be replicated. Everyone was glad to get a real hair cut and shave in after so many moths of having to go without one.
Kira, with her hair freshly cropped and uniform given a quick repair job, sat by an open fire eating her roasted chattel. The meat was tough on the outside but tender on the inside. After getting by on mere rations for three months, having an actual full meal was a luxury. Kira revealed in the meat, savoring every single delectable morsel.
Everywhere throughout the settlement the Defiant crew were enjoying themselves. People were dancing around a fire, feasting on the chattel and simply enjoying themselves.
Jadzia pulled herself away from the celebration. The Trill saw her Bajoran friend sitting by herself. Jadzia sat down beside her friend. Kira smiled at her friend, glad to have the company.
"Enjoying the party?" asked Jadzia.
"It's the most fun I've had since the crash. I just wish Odo was here to enjoy it with us. But you know the Constable. He's not much for parties." spoke Kira.
A sly smirk crossed Jadzia's lips.
"So how are things with you and Odo?" wondered Jadzia.
"Odo and I are fine, just as we've always are." said Kira.
"But things aren't as they've always been, Kira. We're no longer at the station. Everything has changed." reminded Jadzia.
"I know things have changed, Jadzia. We've all had to adapt to being here." stated Kira.
Realising that Kira wasn't getting what she was hinting at, Jadzia decided to change her technique. The Trill looked and saw Bashir sitting by a fire talking to a young woman. The good doctor had cut his hair and shaved his beard.
"Julian seems to be getting friendly with that woman." observed Jadzia.
It took a few moments for Kira to recognise the woman.
"That's Angie Kirby. She's an ensign who transferred aboard the Defiant a week before we crashed." told Kira.
Jadzia already knew who Angie Kirby was (it was not hard to know people when there were only forty-nine of them in one settlement) but she was trying to get Kira to get what she had been hinting at. Sadly it seemed the Bajoran woman was just as oblivious as before. Shaking her head, Jadzia left her friend and went back to dancing. Kira just sat by the fire, quietly praying to the Prophets for the protection and safety for all the crew.
The chattel were a real animal species mentioned in Children of Time. I just made up their description. Sorry if things weren't that exciting this chapter. I'll try to make the future ones more exciting. Tell me if someone seems out of character. Comment if you like the story.