An Important Call

Posted on Saturday 12 December 2020 @ 04:33 by Lieutenant Marbim Rejal

Mission: Homeward
Location: Commander Rejal's quarters
Timeline: MD1 2200
775 words - 1.6 OF Standard Post Measure

After his meeting with Mathias, Miles has been lost in memories. Pulling a small dark bottle from a cupboard, he pours himself a shot of Kanar. His private stock is reddish gold, and has flecks of golden metals floating in it. Downing the first shot, he moves to his comm station. He then pulls out a second bottle covered in dust from behind a piece of art.

***Computer, place a call to Qu'nos. To Stuvaq, Mistress of the House of Antaak***

While the communication lines begin connecting, he uncorks the second bottle and lets it breathe. Settling himself, he unconsciously checks his uniform.

An older, yet still attractive Klingon female appears on the screen. Almost yelling at him in Klingon, she slams her hand into the table in front of her and growls at Miles.

"SPEAK, why do you bother me!"

Lowering his head, Miles begins speaking in Klingon, "Honored Mother, I have something to share with you. But first a toast, I have heard of Father's exploits against the Romulans," he lifts his bottle, shouts "Qapla’" and drains it in one long swig. When he lowers his bottle, The female lowers one as well, it matches his bottle of Kanar.

"Your Father is well, I will tell him you asked after him. We both are proud of you and Jo'el'Tok. You both have brought honor to our House. Now what has you calling me at this late hour?"

Feeling the alcohol from the Bloodwine hit his system, Miles grins, which makes his 'Honored Mother' grin back. "I have met someone. She has agreed to be my mate. She is Mephetian. I have crafted clan beads to weave through her hair. One bears the symbol of our House."

The shock showing on Miles' 'Honored Mothers' face catches him off-guard. "I thought you knew. You've always known what's happening in my life since I joined the House of Antaak, how do you not know this."

"I knew you had met someone on your ship, but I did not know who. The AI on your ship is most disagreeable. This is good. Tell me of the mating ritual, did you hunt together and then feast on your kill?"

Now she smiles at the shock on Miles face. "No Honored Mother. We climbed a tree, sampled food from our worlds, and I asked her to join with me. It may not have been those exact words, but they were close enough to both our peoples' ritual. She accepted."

"Good. You must bring her here when she is heavy with your child. Do not look at me like that, you know it will happen, and you will honor my wishes...do not make me change them to commands."

Loudly gulping, and downing another shot of Kanar, Miles nodded, "Yes mam. I do have one other request. There is an alien sentience. He calls himself The Puppet Master. We have run into this being several times now. He seems hellbent on destroying the Human race, and any other Sentient beings he comes in contact with. Let the other Houses know, he or it is out there. We've already faced him on Borg Cubes he had taken over, and recently on a alient world, where he had convinced the leaders to torture all the members of the Merlin, and a Federation ship from 100 years ago."

Seeing some of the color drain from her face, Miles, nods, "You have already faced him haven't you. If I find anything out on him I will share it with you, and our Great House can decide how best to use that knowledge. I will also tell my grandparents, but they have little influence these days because of me."

Growling Stuvaw K'mPazh't, Mistress of House Antaak states, "You have done nothing young one. Your people, they may be great warriors, but they lack something. Tell your Grandmother, she and I talk from time to time. She will know who to tell. Now, I know you are on Earth, or heading there. If you do not tell your Brother you are there, he will hunt you down. You do remember what happened last time, do you not?"

Miles reaches out and touches the raised scar that runs along the side of his left ribcage, "I was distracted, the Dabo girl was topless, although I'm sure he had something to do with that."

Laughing gravely Stuvaw adds one more thing, "You have my blessing Miles, and I am sure your mother would approve of such a union. Now go. You need your rest. I expect a grandchild soon."

Blushing, Miles ends the call with a muttered, "Yes Mam."