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An Aquatic Second Contact - Part 3
T’Lyn watched Mariner leave. “She didn’t waste time.”
“So?” Tendi asked.
“She wanted to get out of here.”
“That’s true.”
T’Lyn turned back to the screen. “Now, these seas have been heavily settled for centuries…”
Boimler was curious about the planet, but he had to wait until the end of his shift. He was also concerned about the report of the rogue Klingons. “What do you think is going to happen?” he asked Barnes.
“I’m not sure. Hopefully they won’t want to fight with the Che’Ta here,” Barnes responded. She looked at her board. “The probes haven’t found anything yet, but most of them are still moving to their positions.”
Eali Toromi Station
Having changed into a wetsuit uniform, Mariner entered the station. She found an assistant and raft waiting.
“Please step onto the raft,” assistant said.
“Don’t worry. I can swim,” Mariner said as she took out a pair of goggles.
“You don’t need to,” the assistant objected.
“But I want to,” Mariner said as she put on the goggles. She then dived from the airlock into the water.
As soon she had dived into the water, the HUD in the goggles activated, providing Mariner with the route information to the meeting room. Having memorised the information, she deactivated the HUD and started breaststroking through the water, taking breaths every twenty seconds.
It didn’t take long, but it allowed Mariner to take a closer look, so to speak, at the people. She saw that they moved their tail flukes up and down as Matt and Kimolu would and she accidentally got an eyeful of obviously mammalian anatomy as she almost crashed into a short-haired lady as they tried to round the same corner. “Sorry,” she said as they both surfaced.
“That’s OK,” the lady said. “To be expected with visitors. Besides I was preoccupied.”
“Oh?”
“None of your business!” the lady said before submerging and swimming off.
“Of course,” Mariner said. She continued on her way.
“Mariner!” Freeman exclaimed, exasperated at her daughter’s contrary nature, “you didn’t need to swim!”
“I wanted to,” Mariner explained as she clambered onto the platform between the Captain and Ma’ah. “Besides, neither you nor Ransom ordered me not to.”
“Obviously,” Freeman said with a sigh. “In any case I asked you to come here because of what Captain Ma’ah has informed us of.”
“And what is that?” Mariner asked Ma’ah.
Mariner watched the video of Martok’s information twice. That a rogue house would do such a thing didn’t surprise her. But they weren’t going to it now. Not on her watch! “That won’t happen!” she declared.
“Good to hear,” Ma’ah said. “But how could you help?”
“Mariner is capable of thinking outside the box,” Freeman explained.
“Maybe some sort of strategy that you could come up with?” Ma’ah asked.
“Possibly,” Mariner responded. She would have to give it thought.
USS Cerritos
After Mariner had left, Tendi and T’Lyn had continued to go through the available data on the planet.
“In many cultures in the Meraessani Shallows, twins used to be treated as one person,” Tendi read.
“Now, that is intriguing,” T’Lyn responded. “But what does it say about the current situation.”
“Because of that cultural heritage, many pairs of twins still do ‘everything as one’ out of choice.”
“But does it say anything about parental expectations?”
“It doesn’t, but I can certainly imagine that would play a huge role,” Tendi said in slightly nervous tone.
‘There is something there,’ T’Lyn thought. It would probably related to Tendi’s nature as an Orion. She knew one thing, that it wasn’t for her to bring it up. She remembered the disappointment that her parents had shown (briefly) when she had told them that she had been reassigned to Starfleet.
Sh’vhal (Two months earlier)
“Due to my perceived emotional state, I have been reassigned to Starfleet,” she said.
Both her parents showed disappointment before they reasserted their control over their emotions.
“How many times have I said that you need to perfect your control?” her mother asked.
“I have lost count,” T’Lyn said with sarcasm and slight annoyance.
“Like just now?” Her father asked.
“Yes. The whole crew was chastising me.”
“Really?” her mother asked.
“Yes.”
USS Cerritos
“T’Lyn?” Tendi asked.
“A reminiscence,” T’Lyn stated. “Now, is there incidence of the ‘twins as one’ trait elsewhere?”
Tendi looked at her PADD again. “Yes, but the Meraessani Shallows seem to have been a centre of imperialism, and thus may have spread the trait around that way.”
“We will definitely need to look closer,” T’Lyn said.
On the Bridge, it was still quiet, but Boimler was on edge. He was anticipating an alert and an announcement that the rogue Klingons were approaching. He tensed as Barnes noted an alert.
“They could be here,” she said.
“Where?” Shax asked.
“At the L4 point of the next planet out,” Barnes reported.
“Launch another probe,” Shax ordered.
“Aye.”
Eali Toromi Station
Mariner had watched the video from Martok a third time when Shax’s report came in.
“Cerritos to Captain Freeman. A blip that may be the rogue ship has been detected at the L4 point of the next planet out.”
“Understood, keep alert,” Freeman ordered. She looked to Ma’ah and he nodded.
“Share the data with the Che’Ta, Freeman out.”
“Acknowledged, Cerritos out.”
“I shall return to my ship,” Ma’ah announced.
“So?” Tendi asked.
“She wanted to get out of here.”
“That’s true.”
T’Lyn turned back to the screen. “Now, these seas have been heavily settled for centuries…”
Boimler was curious about the planet, but he had to wait until the end of his shift. He was also concerned about the report of the rogue Klingons. “What do you think is going to happen?” he asked Barnes.
“I’m not sure. Hopefully they won’t want to fight with the Che’Ta here,” Barnes responded. She looked at her board. “The probes haven’t found anything yet, but most of them are still moving to their positions.”
Eali Toromi Station
Having changed into a wetsuit uniform, Mariner entered the station. She found an assistant and raft waiting.
“Please step onto the raft,” assistant said.
“Don’t worry. I can swim,” Mariner said as she took out a pair of goggles.
“You don’t need to,” the assistant objected.
“But I want to,” Mariner said as she put on the goggles. She then dived from the airlock into the water.
As soon she had dived into the water, the HUD in the goggles activated, providing Mariner with the route information to the meeting room. Having memorised the information, she deactivated the HUD and started breaststroking through the water, taking breaths every twenty seconds.
It didn’t take long, but it allowed Mariner to take a closer look, so to speak, at the people. She saw that they moved their tail flukes up and down as Matt and Kimolu would and she accidentally got an eyeful of obviously mammalian anatomy as she almost crashed into a short-haired lady as they tried to round the same corner. “Sorry,” she said as they both surfaced.
“That’s OK,” the lady said. “To be expected with visitors. Besides I was preoccupied.”
“Oh?”
“None of your business!” the lady said before submerging and swimming off.
“Of course,” Mariner said. She continued on her way.
“Mariner!” Freeman exclaimed, exasperated at her daughter’s contrary nature, “you didn’t need to swim!”
“I wanted to,” Mariner explained as she clambered onto the platform between the Captain and Ma’ah. “Besides, neither you nor Ransom ordered me not to.”
“Obviously,” Freeman said with a sigh. “In any case I asked you to come here because of what Captain Ma’ah has informed us of.”
“And what is that?” Mariner asked Ma’ah.
Mariner watched the video of Martok’s information twice. That a rogue house would do such a thing didn’t surprise her. But they weren’t going to it now. Not on her watch! “That won’t happen!” she declared.
“Good to hear,” Ma’ah said. “But how could you help?”
“Mariner is capable of thinking outside the box,” Freeman explained.
“Maybe some sort of strategy that you could come up with?” Ma’ah asked.
“Possibly,” Mariner responded. She would have to give it thought.
USS Cerritos
After Mariner had left, Tendi and T’Lyn had continued to go through the available data on the planet.
“In many cultures in the Meraessani Shallows, twins used to be treated as one person,” Tendi read.
“Now, that is intriguing,” T’Lyn responded. “But what does it say about the current situation.”
“Because of that cultural heritage, many pairs of twins still do ‘everything as one’ out of choice.”
“But does it say anything about parental expectations?”
“It doesn’t, but I can certainly imagine that would play a huge role,” Tendi said in slightly nervous tone.
‘There is something there,’ T’Lyn thought. It would probably related to Tendi’s nature as an Orion. She knew one thing, that it wasn’t for her to bring it up. She remembered the disappointment that her parents had shown (briefly) when she had told them that she had been reassigned to Starfleet.
Sh’vhal (Two months earlier)
“Due to my perceived emotional state, I have been reassigned to Starfleet,” she said.
Both her parents showed disappointment before they reasserted their control over their emotions.
“How many times have I said that you need to perfect your control?” her mother asked.
“I have lost count,” T’Lyn said with sarcasm and slight annoyance.
“Like just now?” Her father asked.
“Yes. The whole crew was chastising me.”
“Really?” her mother asked.
“Yes.”
USS Cerritos
“T’Lyn?” Tendi asked.
“A reminiscence,” T’Lyn stated. “Now, is there incidence of the ‘twins as one’ trait elsewhere?”
Tendi looked at her PADD again. “Yes, but the Meraessani Shallows seem to have been a centre of imperialism, and thus may have spread the trait around that way.”
“We will definitely need to look closer,” T’Lyn said.
On the Bridge, it was still quiet, but Boimler was on edge. He was anticipating an alert and an announcement that the rogue Klingons were approaching. He tensed as Barnes noted an alert.
“They could be here,” she said.
“Where?” Shax asked.
“At the L4 point of the next planet out,” Barnes reported.
“Launch another probe,” Shax ordered.
“Aye.”
Eali Toromi Station
Mariner had watched the video from Martok a third time when Shax’s report came in.
“Cerritos to Captain Freeman. A blip that may be the rogue ship has been detected at the L4 point of the next planet out.”
“Understood, keep alert,” Freeman ordered. She looked to Ma’ah and he nodded.
“Share the data with the Che’Ta, Freeman out.”
“Acknowledged, Cerritos out.”
“I shall return to my ship,” Ma’ah announced.