Track Change
Posted on Wed Sep 14th, 2022 @ 10:39am by
695 words; about a 3 minute read
Mission:
Mission 1: Relaunch
Location: Various Locations - USS Red October
Timeline: 1740Hrs - March 5th, 2398
Lieutenant Ebeyov Archer was sitting at one of the various tables in Lounge Two-Three-Four on the USS Red October. A Nebula class vessel that was heading her way. The ship was carrying a consignment of supplies to Starbase 668 and then it would drop her and three dozen others off at the same time. Many among her little group would be heading off to other assignments but Archer would be heading for the USS New Hampshire-B. A Sovereign-class starship that was heading off on some special mission that she had been briefed about when she had come on board the Red October yesterday morning.
Officially Archer was on leave. She had taken the time to contact and catch up with her small brood of siblings and her mother. It had done her a world of good to talk with them again.
Franklin was on duty and Kalenna had been off duty, at home with her wife and children. Zephyr had been on duty while Jacqueline had not been. Archer smiled as she watched Ashley feeding her youngest. She had also listened while Logan had extolled to Ebeyov at length about his relationship which he was enjoying very much. All in all, Archer was happy for her siblings but she was also somewhat envious of them all as well. They had much that she lacked.
Archer knew that this was an issue she had no idea how to face or overcome. So rather than fight the issue head-on and lose, she decided it was best to simply avoid the concern altogether and not need to consider it.
When most men saw her, they tended to see big and scary. A large and proud Klingon woman who was over the top assertive and demanding. Someone who would take whatever she wanted and nobody could stop her. The big issue for Archer to deal with was the cultural stereotype of Klingons in general and females in particular. It was something that dogged her every moment of every day and while she disliked it. There was little she could really do about it. Her solution was to simply ignore it and focus on her work. Rather than brew on failed relationships or stillborn attempts with men who were either intimidated by her or were downright afraid of her. Most men tended to see a large Klingon woman rather than Archer. it was something she found downright irritating at times. To make matters worse was that she was extremely tall and extreamly large. Because of her mixed genes.
Archer slowly sipped her milkshake. She closed her eyes while she slurped her shake. The Klingon allowed her mind to go blank while she enjoyed the milkshake in her hands. But with one last slurp and swallow. The glass was empty as Archer knew her time here in this room, here and now. It was suddenly concluded and it was time for her to go. Archer gathered her dishes together before moving them to the replicator nearby for recycling. A smile appeared on the Klingon woman's face as she recalled that Logan had sent her a package of about thirty holoprograms, with instructions not to take off the safeties.
Archer sighed. Logan knew that Archer knew better than to violate regulations for something stupid. There was a time and place for violating the regs and the holodeck wasn't it.
"Computer which holodeck is available?" Archer asked aloud.
"Holodecks four and six are presently available." came the unexpected answer from the ship's computer.
"Reserve holodeck four for my use... Book it from eighteen fifteen hours until twenty hundred hours." she grinned before leaving the lounge. The Klingon woman made her way down the hallway towards her destination.
"Let's see what programs you made for me Logan... " Sarilla commented. "I wonder if any of them will be pornographic." she mused as she made a choice to avoid those. "I will jab you with a painstick on maximum if there are any," she added, more to herself than anyone else. The thought of her revenge for slights unseen made her smile, but she decided to put it aside and focus on her main goal at present.