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Chapter 8: Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner
“Captain, we’ve arrived at Andoria,” Straala announced.
“Standard orbit,” Korolevna ordered. She turned to look at Taka. “XO, if you’d be so kind to welcome our guest aboard.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Taka said. She rose from the chair and headed to the turbolift.
A sense of pride overcame her. For a moment, she forgot she had been part of the Io Incident and felt like the Cadet Captain she’d been before. Being asked to greet any passengers aboard a starship was a task usually overseen by the Captain, as to make a good impression, of both the crew and the ship in itself. That task now fell to her.
The doors to the turbolift closed around her. This was a chance for her to show that Korolevna’s faith and risk was not done in vain and, potentially, make up for the error in judgement that had been the bar fight. “Deck thirteen.”
She took a deep breath and focused on keeping her antennae still. These were her people, they would see the fear translated on the antennae movements, the anxiety that permeated her. She could not let that happen. Andorians saw it as simple as the people reflected the name and the name needed to be held in good standing, otherwise it would fall into obscurity and oblivion to them.
It was why names like Kumari and Shran would appear in ship names throughout Starfleet and, in Kumari’s case, the Imperial Guard.
The doors opened, but not on deck 13.
“Tanis?” Taka asked surprised as she stepped onto the lift.
“Needing your eyes checked, shenva?” Tanis laughed.
“You changed your uniform.”
Rather than her teal Academy uniform, the Trill now sported the black pants and solid blue of a standard Starfleet officer, complete with a gold pip on her shoulder - signifying the rank of Ensign. She looked stunning, Taka had to admit, and her heart raced at the sight. Tanis’ new uniform accented her blonde hair and the lines of spots on her side even more.
Taka chuckled. “It’s all your fault. You and your radiant beauty.”
“Keep it up, dearest, you’ll-” the turbolift doors opened.
“Yes, I’ll be sure to check in with Doctor T’Pril ASAP, Ensign Lanul,” Taka said, cutting Tanis off.
“Are you two going to be long or can I get on here to the Bridge?” a man wearing the gold of Operations and the pips of a Lieutenant Commander asked. His red hair looked like a fire atop his head and his green eyes levelled themselves at Taka. “Well, Midshipman? I don’t have all day.”
“Sorry, sir, I’m heading that way,” Taka motioned past him. He stepped out of the way and motioned rudely down the hall. She stepped around him. “Thank you, sir.” Tanis followed her out as the man rolled his eyes and stepped into the lift. The doors closed behind him and Taka muttered, “Arrogant shek’to.” Taka stepped through the doors to the transporter room. “Master Chief, any time you’re ready.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the man behind the console replied, his hands darting over it. “It’ll just be a moment. Apparently they’re having an issue with our guest.”
“Issue?” Tanis asked.
“That's all they said,” Master Chief Caldwell replied.
“Maybe they're secretly an Undine,” Tanis chuckled.
Taka shuddered at the thought. Formerly referred to as Species 8472 from Voyager’s logs, the fluidic space natives had infiltrated several high ranking and important positions in many of the interstellar governments. With the disappearance of Chancellor Martok just before the Klingons’ surge in conquering expansion, many believed he was one of them.
Though she couldn't remember his name, the Vulcan Ambassador had been exposed at P’Jem. He'd destroyed several Starfleet vessels before being killed himself. The exposure had been a major reason for Federation and Klingon diplomats attempting to sue for peace.
“I don't believe so,” Caldwell stated. “Our guest is an Aenar.” He glanced at Taka. “Apparently, she doesn't like transporters.”
“Unsurprisingly,” Taka replied.
Many of the Andorian subspecies didn't like the transporters. Though Taka didn't understand it, she also wasn't as uniquely gifted with telepathy as the Aenar and she wasn't connected to the community at large in the same manner. Being ripped away from family on every level in a manner of seconds was definitely not something Taka wanted to experience first hand.
“Okay, I have a lock.”
“Energize.”
The sparkle of the transporter beam appeared on the pad and, a moment later, the pale white features of an Aenar woman appeared. Taka’s eyes widened in surprise, her antennae going rigid like metal. The new arrival seemed to take in her surroundings, quick glances at the walls and even the three officers in the room. Taka knew she couldn't see them; Aenar were blind. Still, the woman seemed to be staring at each of them again.
“Cadet,” the Aenar stopped. “No, still unsure of yourself, but not Cadet. Not quite Ensign either. Midshipman Takala Karizesma zh’An.” She stopped again and a sad look of regret came over her. “My apologies. I shouldn't have read your mind.”
“Accepted, Ambassador,” Taka said, still surprised.
“I admit, I didn't know any Andorians had telepathy,” Tanis said, glancing at her lover.
“Most people don't,” Taka said. “The Aenar were-”
“A myth until 2205, when an Andorian ice cutter came across us.” The pale Aenar stepped off the transporter pad and up to Taka, as though she knew where the Andorian was. “I'm being quite rude, aren't I?” Her attention changed to Tanis. “Ambassadorial Attache Renhana sh’Alala.”
“Midshipman Tanis Lanul, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Attache sh’Alala.”
“Even without the telepathy, I could sense your curiosity,” Renhana smiled.
“Midshipman Lanul is quite curious,” Taka glanced at the woman beside her with a grin on her face.
“As medical officer, I believe that's part of my duty,” Tanis returned the look.
Renhana sighed. “The optimism and joyfulness of youth, I'd forgotten what that feels like. I've been around too many old Ambassadors and politicians, plotting political ploys and schemes, jaded by their time; it's refreshing to feel the surge of youthfulness again.”
“You'll feel a lot of that here.” Taka instinctively motioned Renhana forward, before scolding herself. “Attache, if you would like, Tanis or myself can lead you.”
“No need. Please, lead the way and, if you will, Renha will do fine.”
The three left the transporter room and Taka glanced back to ensure Renha was still following. She'd never met any Aenar, but the stories abounded about their supernatural senses. The clouded eyes ardently stared ahead as the Attache's antennae seemed to focus at Taka.
“If I may,” Taka started.
“You'd like to ask why I would become involved with the Diplomatic Corps.”
Though the finishing of her thought caught her off guard, Taka recovered. “Yes, actually. I haven't seen many Aenar off Andoria.” She paused, then continued, “You're actually the second.”
Tanis shot an inquisitive glance, but said nothing.
“Do you know of the Romulan Cold War?” Renha asked. They entered the turbolift.
“Deck 7,” Taka said. Subconsciously, she looked at Renha. “I know it's a period of time given to the Earth years 2152 through 2155 and ultimately led to the formation of the Coalition of Planets, direct predecessor to the Federation.”
“And in 2156, the Romulan War was declared,” Tanis said, “turning the Cold War hot.”
“Ah, the quick and easy history,” Renha said. She muttered something in Andorii before returning to Federation English. “Aenar, through Romulan coercion, aided in the start of the Romulan War. I wish not to see that happen again.”
The turbolift opened and all three stepped out of it in silence. There was a strange understanding of Renha's motives and yet more questions swirled. She hoped she'd be able to ask later.
“Your quarters, Renha,” Taka said. The door opened with a pneumatic hiss before Renha looked at Taka. It was a little unnerving to her as sightless eyes looked into her.
“Midshipman zh’An, may I request Midshipman Lanul remain for the time being?” Renha asked.
Taka looked at Tanis, who nodded. “Granted.”
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