My brother and Me, we're best of friends.
Upon returning to my quarters on the Shingen, my amazingly cunning feline owner made a break for the door. Even despite the fact that I foiled her escape attempt, she purred for me even as she attempted to trip me again. Dancing around her ankle wrapping movement, I got my bag onto the bed and had managed to shed most of my uniform as I was starting to ponder calling my littlest brother, only to have the comm chirp at me.
When I greeted him by calling him my favorite brother, a truthful statement, he returned the greeting by calling me his favorite sister. I pointed out that I was his only sister, but before I could see why he called, I launched into the reason I'd been pondering calling him. I told him of the stain on the suit I wore on the away mission, we even exchanged commentary on the federation, the fleet, Andorians, and their relationship, as well as mine, to the first two. Kang dropped a couple hints here and there that I should come home for a visit even, and the subject of our mother came up.
The woman drives me absolutely insane, she tells everyone else that she cares about me, that she's worried about how I'm doing, what I'm doing, and that she wants to be involved in my life. However, the moment she even opens her mouth in a manner that I might possibly hear it? All I hear about is what I've done wrong, how I should fix it, and why can't I be more Klingon like my two little brothers! The last time there was a civil conversation to be had with her while she was in my presence, Travis was involved. If there'd been more time, I might have eventually repaired my relationship with her, given his help, as she liked him. I have to say that the potential to repair my relationship with my mother is probably the least of concerns I had over his loss, but it would have been a nice bonus.
We shot the shit about the vagaries of the mission that I could talk about, mostly the dynamics of the team, and what little rumor and gossip had spread about what of the raid on the THA base could make it to the public. My budding "Admiral's Pet" position that Johnson seems interested in foisting upon me came up. When I explained that I wasn't above milking benefits of such a position as long as the favors expected of me in turn didn't require anything of me I wasn't interested in doing anyways, Kang seemed to understand.
I don't understand how I could have failed to mention to Spiegel about Kang, but have told Kang all about Spiegel. I suspect that Spiegel may have had a hand in this, as he seemed to be violently opposed to talking about my family given the way he met Kaith. At any rate, I've now informed Kang that I was going to have to introduce him and Spiegel. Now it's just a matter of getting the two in the same sector at once. We'll see when that'll happen.
In better news, Zia and Kang have finally decided to take the plunge and have kids. The whole genetic mess that my brothers and I got due to our parents, it usually requires some medical fussing to make us viable to breed with anyone. This has been a blessing for me, as it makes one night stands, flings, and torrid love affairs easier to handle, since there's literally a snow ball's chance in hell that an unwanted child can result. Zia and Kang weren't in any rush, they wanted to enjoy their marriage a bit before bring children into the picture. I look forward to having a niece or nephew to spoil and use as a tool to torture my favorite brother. I've already threatened dangerous art supplies, weaponry, and any number of other vagaries that would require a locking art gallery to be added to their house so that it would be otherwise child safe. I am a wicked person, and being an aunt is going to be fun.
I am curious what new toys my brother's going to send me now that he knows Admiral Johnson has interest in using me for violent bits of special projects. He's still working on the personal clocking device, he's been at that for a few years now. I'll bet Spiegel could get his hands on some of the info gathered from the Dominion after the war, and what he could pick from that would likely finally set Kang in the right direction. That would be a fun toy to have, even though I'm sure federation scientists likely are on the cusp of mass producing the damn thing for fleet use. I'm sure anything I can get under the table from Spiegel and Kang would work better, have more fun features, and still look sexy when not in active use.
I really need to teach the damn cat that my legs are not scratching posts though. She climbs into my lap at the worst times, always when I've just returned from a long day and want nothing more than to be out of my damn uniform. I should find which box I left that squirt gun in, her majesty could use some water based reminders of who's in charge.