Does the Death Kitten have a soft spot?
Lt. Tov glasch Mor is going to be a father soon. I'm still meeting and getting to know all my crewmates, but Tov seems a good guy.
The first time I encountered him, I was stuck under the ass end of some system, I think flight control because it had a bit of a hick-up in its hum, and suddenly I hear someone listing off a bunch of things I'd done wrong. I listened and considered each thing mentioned before rolling out from under the console I was at, and looked up to be staring at a Tellarite of a slighter build than I'd seen on the race before. As I stood up, and looked down at the guy, I pointed out exactly why I was correct in about half of the cases he'd listed off, and made a point to ignore his rank pips on his collar as I challenged his ability to critique my work, knowing his people enjoy a good verbal spar. Insults and commentary of the same nature have continued to sling across engineering between he and I since that day.
Today he announced his wife is carrying their first litter. He nearly crushed Noelle when she hugged him. I elected to stick to a handshake and a promise of awesome booze when the shift was over. The invitation was extended to the rest of the engineering crew present at the time. I had some bottles of Brandy and Jack tucked away that I thought would be suitable, as the names would represent both genders (if in an earth way). In the excitement, I forgot that Diz had demanded the privilege of attempting to teach me what to do with a knife, other than cut my food.
When she called to find out where I was, I invited her to join, unsure if she would or not. She surprised me and not only showed up, but she brought what was left of that Romulan Ale she almost smashed on Lieutenant Commander th'Shan's table in the mess last week. She never hit me as one who liked kids or even cared one way or another if anyone else ever had any, but when she showed up, she caught Tov in such a hug that his eyes almost bugged out like Noelle's had earlier from his hug.
When the impromptu celebration ended, and people wandered off to do whatever it was they'd originally planned for after their shifts, Diz drug me back to her quarters. The grin on her face as she did this should have scared me, and now that she's had to patch me up with her regenerator she keeps on hand, I can see why I should have been scared. I do think I've picked up some skills, and her commentary and noises she made during and after the session indicate I did better than expected. I may be bruised in places I didn't know I had, but it's kind of an ego stroke to do better than Diz expects in the area of combat.
She wants me to practice on my own, and we'll practice together at least once more before the mission. I still like phasers better, technology is my friend and a knife is as technologically advanced as, well, it isn't.