Cabin Fever – Bragging rites
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope

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Title   Bragging rites
Mission   Cabin Fever
Author(s)   HoD Ro' Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope
Posted   Fri Sep 18, 2015 @ 5:05am
Location   Moonfleet Station
To Tell's relief the food spread before her was far from Klingon. The meat was roasted, and there were a variety of sweets and drinks. There was even vegetables and fried food.

It was spread on a large banquet table along with a series of plates of different sizes and couches to lie on as you ate. It was almost roman in feel.

Commandant Steele was filling a bowl with a think soup and grabbed large hunk of bread, as he waved Tell forward.

"Eat, eat," he encouraged her. "I am given to understand you people have a phenomenal appetite."

Tell's mouth watered almost to the point of drooling over the feast that met her eyes. Fresh meat and vegetables, fresh bread and fruit. She didn't know where to start. Lately she had started to cook what she wanted herself on the Fhew and arrange it nicely on a plate, just enough without seeming to look like a pig and even going to the extreme lengths of using a napkin. Jakie didn't ask her why, he just accepted it as some form of ritual human thing to be burned later as an offering to whatever deity she chose.

Be one with the Klingon. Tell told herself as she loaded up her plate with her hands as she had seen Ro' at meal times. good job she was hungry.

There were a few other people in the room, most keeping to themselves (probably minor dignitaries in as much as this Pirate Haven would recognize them) or standing in the position of waiters. Steele indicated to a couch and took another facing it.

"So, tell me," he began, conversationally. "How do you like our cooking?"

Tell used a fork to eat with, eating with her fingers was just to messy and as they hadn't seen a Klingon before, what did it matter. Those on the ship could do with learning some table manners anyway.

"mmmm..." she replied waiting to finish what she had in her mouth. "Very good for a human base. Though your chicken is a little dry and could do with a little more seasoning, your pastry has a soggy bottom but apart from that I like the combination of flavours very much."

This seemed to amuse Steele, "I have no doubt you have had many celebratory feasts in your time. Tell me, what would you say is the most memorable banquet you have had? What were you celebrating?"

Tell thought for a moment while savoring some delicious sea food. There had been many occasions on the FHew when they had celebrated something or other. Some were great to remember others best forgotten quickly. Only one stood out above the rest and that was the old Earth custom St Valentines evening she planned for the whole ship to enjoy. She had acquired some decorations from one of the stop overs the FHew had. As per usual the bloody Klingons had taken it to the other extreme and declared St Valentine a Klingon warrior and not the romantic hero all humans took him to be.

"There was one," she answered.

Steele listen in wrapped attention, stopping her only occasionally to ask for clarification. He seemed to enjoy the story immensely.

"I had heard ancestral heroes were important to you culture, as is your concept of honour and military prowess. I believe the FHew has no less than two confirmed kills of Federation Galaxy Class starships? How did you ever manage that?"

Tell took a mouthful of coffee. It wasn't the usual Klingon mud that she had half expected and it tasted good and sweet just how she liked it. The caffine spread through her veins quickly and she drew courage from that.

"We Klingons tell our stories about battle and honour in song." she replied thinking of the songs Jared had made up for them "They are best remembered that way and are passed down through the generations. Such as it is the tradition on the FHew."

"There are no musical instruments here," she told him "Klingons like musical instruments to accompany their battle songs."

Tell hoped she might get away with it there was nothing in the room that looked like she could get a tune out of it.