Frosty Mornings
Posted on Tue Apr 5th, 2022 @ 4:20am by Captain Rhenora Kaylen & Remal Kajun
Mission:
*CD*
Location: Bajor
The cold mist of the morning air hung like a thick dense blanket outside, enveloping the small house as though an impenetrable shroud. Bundled under blankets and snuggled in Remal’s arms the Bajoran Captain was slowly roused by the whiteness outside the window. As the sun rose the brightness intensified, easily overcoming the flimsy curtains hung over the window.
As she stirred, he could feel the slightest wisps of her hair, like tiny fingers, move ever so gently across his face. Enticed by her proximity, the normal early morning arousal, and her touch he opened his eyes to see she was looking at him with a look more along the lines of a horror-struck victim than a horny young maiden.
Seeing his expression she had a moment of inward reflection. Smoothing her hair down so it was slightly less wild and swiping the remnants of dried drool from her lips she resembled more of a person rather than a horror movie.
Sounds could be heard coming from the kitchen. The clatter of pots and pans accompanied by the smell of something brewing. Patin’s attempt at coffee was something akin to rocket fuel at the best of times but this smelt different.
“She doesn’t think she’s coming back” Rhenora mused as she straightened her appearance as much as possible. “ That’s real coffee, she only drinks that when she thinks it’s a suicide mission”
Having been days without what he would consider as real coffee, his stomach came to life and his tongue woke up. “Is she hopefully optimistic or is it pessimism that drives her?” he asked quietly so that his voice didn’t carry too far.
“I’m not entirely sure, but back in the Resistance, if there was a particularly dangerous mission she would volunteer for it, as though she considered her life expendable.” She answered, not entirely sure she should be revealing her old friends' demons but knowing it may be pertinent for the future of them working together.
He nodded in understanding, “Not surprising from what I’ve witnessed so far about our friend and from what she’s told me. A person who has lost their self-worth often becomes driven to either prove themselves or die trying. At some point in her life, something happened to her which she took as a sign that she had nothing left to offer except her own life.” He frowned.
“ She better not do something stupid and heroic during the next part of our little mission” Rhenora grumbled, recalling Patin’s previous attempts at doing so. The sled ride down the mountain was a perfect example.
"I wouldn't put it past her. She is the type. Perhaps my idea of being a Kaimah would temper her actions by providing her with a greater purpose." He sighed, the early morning mood shifting from possible playful sexy time into a bathroom needing relief time. And the coffee was starting to smell ripe. He shifted, indicating a desire to move, though he desperately wanted to remain there, holding onto his beloved forever.
She noticed his movement and allowed him the space he needed. “ Go, I’ll make sure the coffee’s drinkable and she hasn’t burnt it. Somehow I think it’s been many years since she’s brewed anything that resembles real beans” There was a hint of mirth in her voice as she exited for the kitchen, allowing him privacy.
He moseyed into the restroom and gave it a quick spot check for exotic critters. Once safe, he released his bladder into the recycling composter. He looked out the window at the animal barn buried in the snow and heaved a sigh to know within hours they would be somewhere tropical.
The morning passed quickly. Patin’s enthusiasm was almost nauseating, but at least her coffee was tolerable this time. Their bags were packed without incident. Patin took a few minutes to feed and say goodbye to her animals, which gave an ominous feeling to their mission, like a last goodbye.
Then the long slow tractor and sled ride back into what this place considered civilization. The shuttle hub, for a lack of a better word, was so remote it served only one shuttle every other day on the regular, less during storms. They stepped onto the small shuttle, Remal sitting down next to Rhenora. She nudged him when she noticed Patin looking back out the door at what she was leaving behind.
It was enough for Remal to give the faintest of amused smiles just before Patin turned, plopped down in her seat, placed her feet up on the seat in front of her and pulled out a cigar as if she were just about to light up.
“Good Morning Passengers, this is the direct flight to the northern continent where the weather is a balmy 37 degrees and the humidity is 97 percent. Please ensure all tray tables are in their upright position and your luggage safely stowed under the seat. Please note the emergency exits in the unlikely situation that we may find them necessary, taking note that they may be behind you” The bored note of the transport conductor echoed through the almost empty compartment. “ And for you with your feet on the seats, smoking as always is not permitted”
Rhenora laughed out loud at the comment, waggling her finger at Patin as though she were a naughty child.
“Ah,” she pointed at Rhenora and laughed. “I almost had ya’ Nozzie. Come on, lighten up else this is gonna be a borin’ trip with the lotta ya.”
TBC
