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Mreh K'hal

Excalibur Trading Block?

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<div class="title">Excalibur Trading Block?</div>

<div class="author">Lt. J.G. Mreh K'hal</div>

 

<div class="para">Mreh lay sprawled over the bed in his quarters, contemplating the awful day they'd had collectively as a crew. Between losing a fighter squadron to unknown forces and having to rescue their away team on the planet, they'd suffered losses, trauma and psychological upheaval. Because they'd had to return to the planet, the exsanguinating enemies escaped, and it would take a great deal of effort to track them down again. That is if Corizon planned to do so, as the mission to find the Founders was still very much on the table.</div>

<div class="para">All of this coming on the heels of the conflicts with the Scorpiad, Hundred, Dominion, and anyone else who looked crosseyed at the Federation, it continued to be an awful experience for the good guys. It seemed that no matter their mission, their specific location, or the individual circumstances surrounding them, the Gamma Quadrant was far past being a pain in the tail and well on its way to being a cursed place.</div>

<div class="para">Most disturbing to the Caitian helmsman, however, was the way the fighter pilots were killed. Even the Al-Ucard's methodology was something physical, understandable. The almost mystical way those poor flyers died was quite unnerving, and it's impossible to create a defense to a weapon or technique that's unknown. Thankfully knowledge of it was limited to senior staff at the moment, because if the entire crew knew the morale decline would be horrendous. Unfortunately, Mreh doubted that blissed ignorance would last long though, and hoped that if Corizon wasn't planning on how to deal with it, that MVess was.</div>

<div class="para">Thinking of the delectable XO also made Mreh wonder what on Earth had happened when she followed Pilot into the turbolift. She'd come back with her claws flexing and extended; he hadn't seen any blood on them, so he assumed she hadn't used them as much as it looked like she wanted to. It certainly wouldn't be the first time the CMO had annoyed a senior officer, as Mreh had seen the fire flashing in Corizon's eyes at the doctor's behavior. Nor did the Klingon hybrid restrict his annoyances to the top, as Mreh himself had wanted to use his claws when he'd been suffering in sickbay. However good Pilot may be with medicine, his bedside manner, hell his anyside manner, left much to be desired.</div>

<div class="para">As he couldn't count himself an expert at keeping up with the JoNs, yet, he had come to know her well enough to know she certainly wouldn't have left the bridge under Yellow Alert unless the doctor had really put his foot in it, and that she'd certainly have taken at least some temporary measure. He could only hope that when she cooled down, and he imagined that even now she was still simmering, that she wouldn't just let it go. Something had to be done. Mreh himself was in favor of trading Pilot to a Klingon ship for a warrior.</div>

<div class="para">With Victria in security, they could certainly use someone capable of matching her intensity and physical prowess. Not to mention giving her someone to drink from that'd like the attention. Doubting that fantasy would come true, however, he fastened his hopes instead on a more realistic on-record condemnation. Anything that would settle down the medical department would be worthy of hurrahs. He could only thank whatever fates there may be that there's a little sanity in the medical department in Dr. Kas... Zier. Well, being pregnant, maybe a little hormonal sanity, anyway.</div>

<div class="para">Well, whatever happened then and might later, Mreh figured he'd be able to get her to tell him some of it, eventually. Smart enough to let her alone for the off shift hours right after work, he hoped he could wrangle her into breakfast in the morning. Of course, Pilot would only be an afterthought in that conversation. He hadn't been able to spend as much time with her recently, between their separate duties; he was eager to rectify that. Not only eager, but desperate. With the recent troubles on all counts, Mreh figured they both could use a bit of a distraction.</div>

 

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