Bad Weather

Posted on Mon Dec 27th, 2021 @ 1:21am by Captain Rhenora Kaylen & Remal Kajun

Mission: *CD*
Location: Bajor

“ You picked a hell of a storm to visit in '' Patin yelled from the driver's seat as the tractor pulled up alongside the shivering couple.

“ Beggars can’t be choosers it seems” Rhenora replied back without a beat, clambering onto the sled and stowing their bags towards the back against the racks. Without a moment’s notice the tractor set off again, heading deep into the dark frozen wasteland, it’s sole light illuminating the way.

Remal tried to find comfort in the small towed sled. He nudged Rhen, "I hope our child will be happy as an only child. They've literally crawled back up inside me." He joked as he motioned to his tender bits. "First impressions though, she seems rather normal so far, despite living in ice."

“I’m sure we can defrost them” There was a wicked grin on her face as the sled wove its way towards it’s destination. Rhenora hadn’t felt the cold as much, her much faster metabolism like an internal oven stemming from her belly and warming her from the inside out. It countered some of the cold - the jacket playing its part with the rest. Her face however was getting terribly frostbitten as she tried to see where they were going. Periodically she swiped the icicles from her eyelashes so her eyes wouldn’t freeze closed.

After what seemed like an eternity a dimly lit farmhouse emerged out of the inky blackness, the colour brightening as they neared it. It was nearly dawn, the first tinge of colour against the horizon struggling against the howling weather. The tractor lumbered into one of the outbuildings before shutting down, Patin climbing easily from the driver's seat of the tractor and swinging down to examine the half frozen two on the sled. The driving wind had caked snow against their jackets and luggage, giving them a morbid impression.

“ Are we there yet?” Rhenora quipped from beneath the hood of her jacket that was almost frozen solid.

“ You were always the impatient one” Patin announced, reaching forward and pulling them both heartily into a hug. The shed around them protected them from the wind and although cold, it was no longer frigid. “Come! Inside there is warm mead, and comfortable beds. Well.. they’re beds, I hope they’re comfortable. Not many visit these parts so I don’t actually know cos I haven’t actually tried them” Patin carried on as she led the way towards the small farmhouse. To the right of the house in the dim light Rhen could see a herd of large domestic animals, huddled together in the cold, and there was a large dog in a kennel by the back door. Guarding from the comfort of its purpose built house.

Once inside, the warmth enveloped them like a warm hug, Patin assisting in shucking off their large coats and hats, hanging them by the smouldering fire to defrost and dry. The home was modest by all means, small and low slung to the ground, sheltered from the harshest of elements by the grove of trees that surrounded it. Patin was eccentric if her possessions were anything to go by. Things were a little crazy, a little haphazard and spoke of someone used to their own company not the company of others. Not surprising considering what she went through during the occupation. There would be a hunting knife in the middle of the kitchen pots and pans, a phaser by the door on the cabinet, a large axe by the back door by the coats.

Upon entering, he looked around, mostly for a source of warmth, but also for tell-tale signs of the person they were going to be bedding down with. For they were now practically trapped kilometers from the nearest sign of a civilization with an unhinged individual. He moved over to the fireplace and began that act of roasting his nuts by an open fire. All the while he kept his eyes on Patin.

Rhenora meanwhile had enveloped Patin in a hug, standing with her back to the fire to warm herself whilst Remal defrosted his nether regions.

“ You said you had news” Patin said as they broke apart - pouring them both a large glass of warmed mead.

“ We do, well.. We have concerns” Rhenora replied carefully as she took a seat next to Remal, sipping the warmed liquid. “ We believe someone is picking off members of the resistance cells, one at a time, slowly enough not to arouse suspicion,” she explained.

Patin was eyeing Remal, listening but not listening to the warning. She sipped whatever liquid was steaming in her glass. From over the rim she pointed with one finger, “This him? This the guy that finally tied you down?” She asked, making it clear the two of them had not yet met, and that she wasn’t too concerned that people were dying.