Drinking Habits of a Shipbound Betazoid

[Pneuma 0]

Dom walked down the corridor to 10-Forward. Never had he been so happy to be off duty. The day had been long an tedious, and especially after the conversation with Anna, Dom needed a drink. He was on duty tomorrow at 0800 and it was currently 1800. Upon entering the large lounge he made his way up to the bar. Synthol, Straight, keep them coming. How he longed for the good stuff from Betazed. The stuff that would not give the illusion of being drunk but actually numb his mind for a while.

 

The sharp liquid splashed over his tongue and tore down his throat leaving the tell tale soft burn of alcohol. Even though it did practically nothing. He sat there sipping at the drink. His mind wondered to the different things he had learned, from the academy, the time spent on the Reaent, and the time on both on Betazed and the colony. How he missed his family, those people that managed to squeeze so much love into a few short months. Another long sip wet his lips and tongue. What he wouldn't do to speak with his mentor one more time in person. He downed the rest of the glass then took another.

 

Another thing was bothering him. Something he hadn't felt since he was back on Earth. He used to because he was one of the few non-humans to grow up there. He was picked on and looked down on for it. It was the only time he had really felt what he did from Anna. The thought made him take another swig. What was the deal with her? Why was she so bent on hating telepaths? Its not his fault he was born to Betazoids. Nor is it his fault that he can read people. A sigh escaped his lips as he took another long sip of his synthol.

 

He drank up 2 more glasses of synthol and made his way to his new quarters. He didn't hardly recognize it. It was set up the same way his old quarters were. It wasn't his though. Everything though his was who he used to be. The unsure fiery kid who was just starting to become aware of his abilities. The same guy who didn't understand what it was to really have a family. To be close to anyone. It was overwhelming for him. He went through several room layouts till he found a new one that he liked. Afterward he started laying out a few items that he brought on board with him. First was the wedding gift for his future wife, whoever that might be. Next he pulled a few bottles of the wine he got from Betazed which he promptly hid. Finally he pulled out something that was truly unique.

 

Before he had left Betazed, The head of the house had pulled him aside. He spoke to Dom which was a unique occurrence, “Dominick you are next in line to be head of this house. You will be responsible for the direction it takes. If it remains a great house or if it falls will depend on you.” The man drew a long beautifully elegant sword and raised it into the air. “This sword,the sword of Vallanice, has been handed down from generation to generation. Before a man takes the seat of head of this house. He must show himself studied with this blade. It is not a weapon but a tool. One must you must learn to use. Train with it Dominick and show yourself to be studied.”

 

It seemed like so long ago. He drew the sword and brought it into a ready stance. He needed to learn a bit about sword play before he would be ready to wield such a delicate blade. With a steady hand he hanged the sword on the wall and looked it over. Such an amazing piece of craftsmanship. Light hit it so beautifully. He was ready for his future wherever it led.