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Merina

Things Aren't What They Seem

[Joint Log between a Brute and his beautiful wife]

 

 

Mimi opened the box to see a bracelet with gems and what appeared like little Romulan dilithium crystal chips. “I can't leave quite yet, I have a meeting to attend to at a banquet hall in Drankum's at 1700 hours. But the bracelet is beautiful.”

 

Torate sats up to look at the bracelet she’s found and adored to her wrist. “Put it on... won't hurt au, they are dead crystals, processed them to make them glow like that. The other stones are just stuff that au womens like.” He watched her gaze into the crystals and other flashy gems. Though they weren’t huge, it definitely was an attention getter.

 

She smiled and put the bracelet on.

 

Torate checked the room’s chronometer over the replicator, added another three hours, plus tried to guess how long her meeting would be, but asked “Serious? 1700?” he groaned again. “How long are au locked up?”

 

Mimi thought about if for a bit, “Maybe an hour or two. But I promise, once the meeting is done, I’m yours, like I always have been.”

 

With a rather gruff tone, he gots a little dark, “Ie, mine… but I cannot have au for at LEAST five or six hours!” He sat up and stomped over to the replicator. As he began pressing buttons, more like jamming his finger inconsistently, he created a mess of slop coming out of it. “Just get something to fill my gut out of here.”

 

“Well, I managed to get off duty. Told my staff what to do. All that's left is the meeting. But before and after the meeting I'm yours,” Mimi said as she moved closer to Torate.

 

Torate, “then feed me e'Lev, I’m farmished!”

 

“Ok, ok.” Mimi mumbles to herself, “Farmished, that’s a new one.” Louder so her husband could hear her.

 

He turned away from the replicator to see where she was and to make sure she was going to feed him right away. “Au lloann’nae make au foods in farms… farmished - the act of being hungry for that food! Do au na know au own vocabulary?” His temper was coming to a boil at this point, he only wanted to come grab his wife, take her for a 3 hour cruise and sufficiently make sure she was with his child. He could tell this order of events was clearly not going HIS way.

 

“True for fresh food. But I think the actual word you’re looking for is ‘famished.’”

 

He peered directly at her, as his very stern brow-ridge tightened and looked more pointed and foreboding, then bent down to her level and spoke slowly, “We do NA have a Rihannsu word for au LLoann’nae counter,” and he continued in broken syllables that were reinforced by his firm jaw’s release of each, “What - Ev - Er!”

 

“True.” Her response was clear and sweet. She wasn’t about to take his bait.

 

Torate felt his fury and almost barked a crew-like order at her, but actually held back because of her constant smooth and sweet demeanor; so he just listened to her continued banter while working to slow his breath and temper.

 

“Have you checked in with the CnC?” Mimi went to the kitchen and made something for Torate and something for herself.

 

“I had the Ha’feh contact the Ora when I arrived,” he spouted defensively with disdain, “Do au na think I know the ways of my en…. employs?”

 

“Well you have been gone for a while. I just didn’t know if you remembered or not. You don’t have to get onto me about it,” Mimi stated as she brought the food out and placed it on the table.

 

He plopped his big body down into the chair, a firm framed chair that still creaked slightly with his large frame straining it. He didn’t say another word in response, but just started filling his gut with huge fork-fulls.

 

Mimi was about to sit at the table but paused to brace herself at the edge of the table, due to the fact she felt dizzy, but as quickly as she could she sat down and started eating. She didn’t want him to worry about her.

 

He kept one eye on his wife, the other on the food being shoved into his mouth, but noticed the paused in her gentle way before she finished her descent into the chair. “What does the Daise’Maenek work on lately?” He actually gave thoughts on his wife for a moment, hoping she wasn’t catching whatever diseases she was curing in sickbay.

 

“Oh, I’ve been treating a Pakled crew, as well as a teenage Horta that was almost dead when it arrived. But it’s better now. I guess I’ve been stressing over the Horta, due to it’s condition,” Mimi stated.

 

He just kept filling his trap, but he took in all the information he could extract from her - something that should probably be reported to his other superiors.

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