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Nijil tr'Korjata

The Proof is in the Wine (2 of 2)

The Proof is in the Wine (2 of 2)

(A Chirakis/Nijil Joint)

 

Dinner went very well and Nijil could not be more relieved. Surprisingly, the wine drew several comments from both the Captain and Jylliene. Only a fraction of the contents remained. He, himself, was on his fourth glass. At this point he was unsure how many of the others had. They were chatting away on the couch about some new crewmember when Nijil decided to read the bottle more closely.

 

"From the family vineyard of Korjata to your home. Prototype Batch #42. Warning: Possibly High Proof."

 

The real proof was not listed as his father must have been testing batches for the year. He looked at the both of them. Chirakis seemed, well, like Chirakis, but Jylliene looked to be a bit...relaxed.

 

“My compliments to the chef,” said the captain, raising her half-empty wine glass, “and to the vintner. If your father succeeds in replanting the cane he needs to produce such a fine vintage, I’ll be the first to visit.”

 

"It's," the wine interrupted him, "nice of you to say." He looked at her with a glazed expression. "I think this particular batch is stronger than intended." Nijil sat closer to his captain and on the edge of her personal space. "I'd like to thank you for pulling me from the brink of my own despair when I first arrived on Aegis. I would not be here now without you." He placed a hand on her shoulder, then quickly removed it as if electrically shocked. She didn’t seem to mind. Maybe she realized he was drunk.

 

“I pulled you from the brink of your despair?”

 

"My planet was essentially destroyed and I only heard that via the announcement from my Captain. I warned my family of the danger and prepared them best I could, but I did not know their fate until months later." He swallowed hard as he felt his own unsteadiness. "I must've looked like a homeless vagrant when I arrived on this Federation station."

 

“I don’t recall that you looked any different than the rest who had just been through Gre’thor*. But warning of the impending destruction of those on ch’Rihan is my duty, SubCommander. I would not have done otherwise.” She took a generous sip of the wine; it didn’t seem to affect her at all.

 

He considered her for a moment and the lack of effect the wine had on her. "I have another request if you are willing. Eventshhhave, oh my. Events have put some things on hold on the station, namely the bonding between Jylliene and I. Along with other more personal endeavors our plans have been pushed aside. W-would...you," he said pointing, "be willing to officiate our bonding? I ask because you often seem, well, a private person and not...outgoing? I know I'm going to get a reprimand for that comment. Thing is you are close to both of us, as close as a captain can be to her crew." Nijil closed his eyes.

 

The captain regarded him a moment, somewhat bemused. Then her expression turned sincere. Placing aside her glass, she stood and bowed respectfully. “SubCommander, I would be honored to officiate your bonding. Make the arrangements. I will do my best to perform the ceremony to the highest Rihan standards.”

 

As if injected with a fresh source of plasma Nijil shot up and forcefully embraced her. "Khlinæ arhem*!" One does not simply embrace their captain, nor do they hold it for more than a moment. Nijil did both. He let her go immediately, making a feanna* of himself. "I...have had too much to drink."

 

As soon as he released his hold, the captain stepped away. “It is your right to enjoy your family’s vintage, SubCommander. However, if you will excuse me, I have a meeting in ten minutes. I thank you for the excellent dinner, and for the wine. Give my best to Lieutenant Kital. I wish you and your family a peaceful evening.”

 

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Note: Look Who's Coming to Dinner was a Chirakis/Alexis/Jylliene/Nijil Joint

*Gre'thor: Klingon word for hades.

*Khlinæ arhem: Romulan, gratitude from an inferior to a superior.

*feanna: Romulan for fool.

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