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Allegiances 2 – Incoming call Part 1
by Soghla' Marie St. Helene
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If there was one thing Marie could say of Matlh, he was predictable. It hadn't seemed so at first but she was coming to – understand might not be the best word yet but – she was coming to get some sort of handle on where Matlh was coming from and how he was likely to operate.
In one respect, at least, he followed a pattern. He liked to keep meetings sure. Not that she'd ever met a Klingon who preferred talking when he could be ripping someone's guts out but Matlh was not one to go over things more than once. If you didn't understand, that was your lookout and you'd better make sure you didn't stuff up.
Why am I going over all this? she asked herself.
Marie felt a distinct and familiar tingling beneath the skin below her inside left wrist. A call was coming in. Not on any Klingon channel and certainly not on a Starfleet one. Marie kept a discreet one open which she alone had access to. It came in on a sub-dermal transceiver and had signalled while Tel was speaking. The only problem was that, to respond she had to talk. It would be nice if it responded to brain waves but if such technology was available. Marie St. Helene could not afford it. Not on the pittance Matlh was paying her. Unfortunately, speech was not a viable option in the middle of a meeting of senior officers aboard a Klingon vessel.
She pressed the bit of her skin to reject the call and hoped whoever it was wouldn't just try again. It was then that she started to speculate on just how long this meeting would take. Problem was, she knew they didn't normally take long. She knew that. It was just that they seemed interminable while she was in them. She wanted to be off doing what she did best and that didn't involve....
Oh! What Matlh was saying about the D'deridex was not good. Not good at all. Yes, sure enough, they were going after a Warbird. Matlh was all set to go out in a blaze of glory – taking all the rest of them with him. Sto-vo-kor better be worth it but she didn't fancy spending the rest of eternity being beaten to a pulp by Klingons for their after-dinner entertainment. Still, better that, she supposed, than sitting on some cloud plucking a harp.
by Soghla' Marie St. Helene
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| Title | Incoming call Part 1 | |
| Mission | Allegiances 2 | |
| Author(s) | Soghla' Marie St. Helene | |
| Posted | Tue Feb 08, 2011 @ 11:52am | |
| Location | Conference Room |
In one respect, at least, he followed a pattern. He liked to keep meetings sure. Not that she'd ever met a Klingon who preferred talking when he could be ripping someone's guts out but Matlh was not one to go over things more than once. If you didn't understand, that was your lookout and you'd better make sure you didn't stuff up.
Why am I going over all this? she asked herself.
Marie felt a distinct and familiar tingling beneath the skin below her inside left wrist. A call was coming in. Not on any Klingon channel and certainly not on a Starfleet one. Marie kept a discreet one open which she alone had access to. It came in on a sub-dermal transceiver and had signalled while Tel was speaking. The only problem was that, to respond she had to talk. It would be nice if it responded to brain waves but if such technology was available. Marie St. Helene could not afford it. Not on the pittance Matlh was paying her. Unfortunately, speech was not a viable option in the middle of a meeting of senior officers aboard a Klingon vessel.
She pressed the bit of her skin to reject the call and hoped whoever it was wouldn't just try again. It was then that she started to speculate on just how long this meeting would take. Problem was, she knew they didn't normally take long. She knew that. It was just that they seemed interminable while she was in them. She wanted to be off doing what she did best and that didn't involve....
Oh! What Matlh was saying about the D'deridex was not good. Not good at all. Yes, sure enough, they were going after a Warbird. Matlh was all set to go out in a blaze of glory – taking all the rest of them with him. Sto-vo-kor better be worth it but she didn't fancy spending the rest of eternity being beaten to a pulp by Klingons for their after-dinner entertainment. Still, better that, she supposed, than sitting on some cloud plucking a harp.