T'qin & Alexandra

Posted on Thu Jul 21st, 2016 @ 3:03am by T'qin Elliot
Edited on on Thu Aug 4th, 2016 @ 1:23am

Mission: Brave New World
Location: Runnabout Castoria

"Gah!" The child's shouting was a bit bothersome to most of the Runnabout's crew.

Most. Not it's owner. T'qin was almost used to the child's rambling, and screaming. Almost.

"GAHHHHHH!" The child repeated. Since her mother's death, most of her communication was screams. She didn't speak in words.

"Hush, little earthling." T'qin whispered in Vulcan.

The child responded to this surprisingly well for not speaking the language. T'qin rarely got the child to listen when she spoke English. Speaking in Vulcan, however, resulted in a sharp focus of attention on T'qin's face.

"It knows how to shut up." A Tellarite who had booked a trip on her Runnabout muttered.

"Do you" T'qin asked in English, causing frustrated squeals from the child. "You've barely stopped complaining about the child screaming, yet you listen to that nonsense." T'qin added, indicating the Tellarite's media player.

"How dare you! Bacon! is the finest Tellarite Death Metal band that has ever existed." The Tellarite replied, with a frustrated glower.

"GAH!" The child was not having this yelling match. The following screech was enough to cause everyone in the Runnabout to wince, including the pilot.

"Hush." T'qin replied to the child. The child made several grumpy faces at her. "Well? What is it?" She asked. "Out with it."

The child wildly fell on her back.

"If you are tired, sleep." T'qin noted, covering the kid hastily with a blanket.

The child made a weird look at her, before yawning, and closing her eyes.

"Can't you do the Vulcan mind-touch thing to figure out what it wants?" The Tellarite asked, causing the child to open it's eyes, and glare. "Alright. Alright." The Tellarite noted softly.

The child, apparently content, closed it's eyes again.

"Finally." T'qin whispered, exasperated.

"How does something so small make so much noise?" The Tellarite asked.

"We were all infants once. I remember it. I annoyed the hell out of my parents just as much." T'qin said, giving a slight smile to the sight of her sleeping niece. "She is so peaceful once she is asleep."

The Tellarite tilted his head. "I guess." He said, shrugging. "Lieitenant Vol Kalk. Supposed to be a receptionist for the new chief Diplomat of Starbase 332. No idea who Ms. Elliot is."

"Mrs. Elliot. It is a married title. Please. Ambassador Quinn is sufficient." T'qin noted, spreading her hands in the traditional Vulcan manner. "Live long, and prosper, Lieutenant Kalk."

"Really? You?" The Tellarite tilted his head. "You don't look Vulcan."

"It is a deliberate act." T'qin noted, brushing her hair behind an ear. "It puts many people at ease, when they do not see the 'typical Vulcan' look. The humany-bits help. Thanks dad." T'qin added, looking up. "Wherever you are."

"Still have a phobia of contractions." Vol said, dryly.

"Do you have a phobia of ham sandwiches?" T'qin asked.

"A bit." The Tellarite replied, grumpily. "Though I think that's a particularly racist question."

"Just as it is at least half a racist statement to proclaim my proclivity for avoiding using two syllables when it is easier to understand as six is a specifically Vulcan thing." T'qin countered. "I do not do so because I am half Vulcan. I do so because my entire career is based on being clear, concise, and easily understood."

"Well you're certainly very clear on that, but I think six syllables is a bit silly if two will do." Vol said, dryly. "Never met a Vulcan who used shorthand for their notes."

"Vulcans do not take notes. They have efficient memories. I, however, have yet to meet a Tellarite who craved working with Diplomats." T'qin tilted her head. "It is far too polite a job title for their tastes."

"You're secretly pretty tightly wound behind the facade of approachability." The Tellarite noted.

"You." T'qin retorted. "Are deliberately messing with me to elicit a prescribed response."

"I'm looking forward to working with you, ma'am." Vol said, extending a hand for shaking.

Withdrawing a silk glove from her pockets, she hastily slipped her right hand in to it, before shaking Vol's hand. "And you, Lieutenant. I do not think it shall be boring."

"Oh, ma'am. Of that, I can assure you." Vol noted.

"Alright, buckle up, people." The pilot noted. "We're on approach for Starbase 332."

Gently cradling the young child, T'qin took her seat, and waited expectantly.

There was a nearly audible thump noise, shortly thereafter, as the Runnabout landed.

"May I take your bags, ma'am?" Vol asked, once the door began to open.

"You are welcome to try." T'qin replied, watching the Tellarite struggle to heft the bag. "Or you could use the antigravity lift it is sitting upon for good reason."

"What is in THAT?" Vol demanded. "Do you have a dead body in there?"

"Yes. It is my husband." T'qin said with a straight face.

"WHAT?" Vol hastily opened the bag in question to reveal an ornate urn.

"I told you it was my husband." T'qin said, idly, as she hefted the diaper bag, and left the run about. "Do not spill him. I don't think he likes it".

"Was that a joke?" Vol asked.

"And a contraction. Do try and keep up, Vol. Or I shall require a new assistant." T'qin noted, waving a hand over her shoulder, as she left the shuttle bay.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Vol replied, hastily pushing the antigrav cart after her.

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Quinn/T'Qin Elliot
Chief Diplomatic Officer

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Vol Kalk
Diplomatic Aide

Alexandra Elliot
Screamy 1 year old

Captain James Elliot
Ceremonial Urn