Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2012 21:30:47 GMT -8
Dorian walked with a cup of tea from the kitchen to this desk. True to his word Sig had released him from sickbay to return to his quarters for recovery. The healing powers of one of Starfleet’s finest medical officers had pulled him through a very touchy situation.
The Klingon in him was amplified by his relationship with his wife. But in this case he knew the human needed to be in control of his responses. He had spent his life tempering those Klingon impulses and he intended to continue at least when it came to the command of this ship
He could feel the difference in his breathing and trying to push physically would be unwise at the moment. So he sat at his desk and read all the reports from their recent action. He approved a few of Tyne’s recommendations which he forwarded to Christof. There were a few of his people who deserved commendations but those he had to run through channels. Unfortunately one of them was posthumous. He didn’t remember his promotion of Tyne to first officer nor Julian’s good by but he had been informed of them both when he’d looked into their recent action.
Obviously he’d made the promotion himself and even after a review of his decision he agreed with his original assessment as funny as that sounded. It was almost as if he was judging himself. There had been times in the past when he slowed down long enough to really look at himself that he found flaws in his decision making. But the past was the past and no one could expect a perfect record, least of all him.
Millie’s face rose up in his mind’s eye and he regretted his decision to let her go, one of his many regrets. Yet if he hadn’t would he ever have met Kinin. A half smile crooked his lips as he thought of his beautiful green eyed wife.
Her trim waist was expanding with their child and with luck she would bring his heir into the world before Ahska’s. It would make things easier all around if she did. The note from the Admiral hadn’t exactly commanded it but having an Etimonian noble as his heir on Quo’nos had the potential to get ugly pretty fast. Especially since Etheron himself was now gone.
That piece of news had set him to swearing in very colorful language. He’d both respected and liked the Etomonian ruler. He could only imagine the kind of emotions Ahska would be dealing with in her seclusion. His thoughts went out to her, he couldn’t imagine what she must be going through.
And that brought him around to their recent delivery. A single finger tapped the luminescent shell of the oyster. He still wasn’t quite well and wasn’t quite certain he wanted to open it right away in any case.
He heard something in the other room and his head lifted.
“Kinin?”
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