Remember Me

Posted on Sat Jun 10th, 2023 @ 6:50pm by Ensign L'Nari & Lieutenant Feeva Drylo & Lieutenant JG Aimee House of Back & Ensign Dramin

1,999 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Mission 4 - Like a Thunderbolt
Location: JAG office

Aimee was excited for her new posting. While she was still a bit wet behind the ears, she WAS now a Lieutenant, Junior Grade. THAT should be honor and glory upon her house, right?! Her father was still coming around to the fact that Aimee had wanted to be a scientist instead of a warrior. Her mother, to her credit, hadn't said word one against it from jump. Aimee had always been a bit of a "weird" Klingon.

Anyway, right now, she'd heard that someone she knew was here. Well. She didn't KNOW him, but she had met with him once. She had to testify against a former crew mate who had committed a petty crime, and she'd been with him at the time, though she hadn't actually WITNESSED the crime. However, being that they were guests on R&R to a planet that the Federation NEEDED to come over to their side from neutrality for geographical reasons, the fact that he had defaced an important religious building by urinating on it was definitely an affront. And GROSS.

Now, she was off to find Dramin. She headed for the JAG/Intel offices, hoping he was in. The tall-ish Klingon woman tugged on her tunic to make sure it was unwrinkled, and headed out. Soon, she was in that section of the base building, and was knocking on a door.

The door hissed open, revealing the office's sole lanky occupant (for now) - who, judging by the bags under his eyes, had barely gotten enough sleep the night before. For several days on end. Just as how he'd looked back then.

"Hello, how may we be of- wait." Dramin took a second or two to focus on his visitor's face. He recognized her. But that was months ago. "Aimee. You were an ensign then. Your friend was my client, wasn't he." He murmured while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Not that he wasn't secretly glad to see her, or secretly nervously ecstatic that she'd come to seek him out in particular - the question was why, and why him in particular. "How may I assist you?" He asked. She had to have a reason for coming here. Surely.

She settled into a chair, crossing her long legs over each other. "I just came to chat. I haven't fully onboarded yet; my boss is out for lunch or something and I was bored sitting around my quarters," she said. "I recognized your name in the manifest," she said. "What brings you here? Another person pee on a religious relic?" She asked.

"M-Me? Nothing. I was assigned here as a legal presence. In case things do go wrong, of course." Thank goodness the office was empty save him at the moment. Dramin settled down into a chair across from her and blinked the sleep from his eyes. It wouldn't do for him to fall asleep on her, would it? "Starfleet has a rather vested interest in this region, it seems."

"May I get you anything? A drink? Something to eat?" He asked, motioning idly to the office replicator.

She smiled. "Sure, some iced tea would be good," she said. "I see. What does the Federation want with a place like this?" The idea bewildered her-it wasn't exactly Risa. It wasn't even one of the Ice Planets her people used as prisons. "I couldn't imagine," she said, taking the drink when it appeared in front of her. She sipped it. "Anyway. I hope I am not interrupting anything."

"No, no. Not at all. I... don't really have anything to do at the moment." Dramin found himself studying her, albeit a little bit sleepily. He'd always thought that Aimee was a prime example of a Klingon woman, beautiful, strong and on top of that, smart. Very smart. He barely noticed that he'd been staring a bit too long (a second maybe, no longer, or so he'd hoped) until he blinked and had to take a sip of water from a glass nearby. "Your visit was most welcome." He added. "Few people come here to visit me. Us. The office usually only has us in it. Me and my supervisor at the moment - but she called in sick today. Something about food poisoning."

She nodded. "Well. I can go flash someone in the Mess Hall if you'd like something to do," she said, with a smile. "But if you're not busy, maybe come eat a meal with me? We could catch up. I never DID hear what happened to Malcolm," she said. Malcolm had been her date at the time of the "incident", though they had only started seeing each other and weren't at all serious.

The panicked scream of "NO!" that erupted from Dramin's craggy lips upon hearing her first suggestion came out entirely too shrill and panicked for a tall, lanky thing like him. As raunchy as the mental image of well-endowed Aimee baring her chest to some lucky (or unlucky) soul in the mess hall, in full public view, was, he really, really didn't want to have to write the incident report for that.

"I- I mean-" His face felt hot. He was blushing, in fact, pink to his ears. "-please don't flash anyone. Though a meal does sound lovely, I would be most glad to catch up." He sighed and hung his head, hoping he hadn't ruined the prospect of a good dinner with her. "I am nearly at the end of my duty shift, anyhow; we'll have the evening to spend as we like."

She laughed. "I was kidding anyway. I wouldn't do that! I mean. I probably WOULD if a situation warranted it, but I wouldn't do it just for kicks. I have honor, you know," she said. "Alright, dinner it is. Um, should I just hang out in here, or?? Lt. Drylo already let us go for the evening, so I don't have to do anything."

Min glanced around the office. The room was empty of people anyhow save him; the JAG staff were coming in in drips and drabs anyway and he was among the first. "Here will do." He decided. The room was cool, comfortable and best of all, quiet save the soft overhead hum of machinery. "What would you like?" He was already on his feet, heading for the replicator. He could already feel the prospect of a delicious hot bowl of noodle soup calling out to him. Maybe something Kelpien tonight.

"Earth steak, potatoes, and steamed broccoli. I don't care how the potatoes are cooked, just make sure there's a lot of them. A Synthol, too, please," she said. "I heard there is another Klingon on board. I need to go check her out. If I find out my mom called and got me assigned here JUST for that, I swear to the Prophets that I will....I don't know, but it will be drastic!"

"I don't know if your mother has such pull with Starfleet." Dramin remarked as he replicated their dinner, a lovely bowl of noodle soup for him and her steak and potatoes which, he had to admit, looked better than his own dinner! "I'm sure your being here is merely a coincidence. Which isn't to say that I'm not... glad... to see you." He felt his cheeks heat up a bit as he sat down and passed over her dinner and drink.

"Well, uhm. About Malcolm." He swallowed a spoonful of salty, fragrant broth. "He was demoted to ensign and reassigned to Outpost 119. It is a remote installation in deep space; he won't be bothering any other civilizations there."

Aimee laughed. "You seriously underestimate the power of a Klingon mother, then," she said. "But most likely, it IS just coincidence, yes. I was mostly kidding about my mother; she's a lovely woman, but pushes too much." She explained.

"NICEEEE. He was a jerk anyway. I don't know why I even said yes to that date," she said. "Human males are so repulsive, I've found out since. Especially when they want to make out then get all touchy," she said. She DIDN'T say that she usually threatened them with a slow, painful death if they didn't remove their hands from whatever body part they occupied, though. "Sounds like you work too much. What does a random base like THIS need with a JAG, anyway? Seems like a place they put us if we can't get on DS9 or something, or if we're REALLY hated for some reason." She shrugged, but dug into her meat with a ferocity usually reserved for her enemies. Aimee could EAT and took food seriously.

Aimee seemed unusually fierce with her meal to him. The ferocity with which she began slicing her meat apart with a fork and knife reminded him of a predator ripping its freshly caught, struggling prey to ribbons before devouring it morsel by morsel. Maybe she was just hungry, he thought. She had to be just hungry, right? Dramin found himself staring, not just at her hands, but also at her, with a mix of fear and excitement, as if she would at any time jump on him and devour him whole.

Well, at least she didn't make his ganglia squirm. Yet.

"I- I don't think we're hated. Don't say that!" He insisted. "Y-You have your merits as do I! So- so- we're here for a good reason, surely. Even if we don't see it yet."

Aimee simply stared at him for a minute, then laughed again. "Yeah, my merit is that I am a Klingon that fulfills some arbitrary quota," she said, "AND who happens to be one NOT in security or tactical." It was what it was. "What I REALLY meant was why here? Surely your skill are better used on a ship or something where there's a large crew and the chances for criminal behavior are higher." She said. She devoured the meat-some of it was that she was purely hungry, but a small part of it was to show off-aggression in Klingon women was becoming (or at least, that's what she'd been told).

"I- well, I don't know exactly why I'm here, but I can't say I'm entirely unhappy here. So far." He replied softly. She seemed to have gotten a little more aggressive with her food. Was she showing off a little, he wondered. And if so, what for? "How have you found your time here so far?" Following a brief pause he added shyly, "I- I haven't seen much of the station yet. Except the entertainment deck. It seems... interesting. So far."

Aimee glanced up. "I see. Me, neither. Nope, haven't had much time to check anything out; I only arrived yesterday. I spent most of that unpacking and resting; it was a long trip out from Planitia Utopia," she said. She dug into her potatoes, pausing long enough to close her eyes a moment. So good!! "You'll have to show me sometime," she said, smirking a little.

"Well, I'll be glad to." He responded. Why was she smirking? Had she hit upon something mischievous? Maybe, likely not knowing her - but people were always full of surprises. That much he did know. He looked on at her, blinking those large baby blue eyes of his.

"We can go tonight if you wish. A slow walk around the station. My work is almost finished." Oh, Min. If only you knew what you'd just suggested. Poor innocent bean.

She smiled. "That sounds nice," she said, as if that hadn't been her plan the whole time. She put some of the broccoli in her mouth. "Maybe I should change first...Meet you somewhere when we're done here." She said.

"Of course. Send me the location - you know how to reach me, of course." Dramin said with a tired smile. Sure, he may have been exhausted but times like these he didn't mind pushing a bit more.

 

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