Encounter at Kitimour

Intro. 5-10%.

 Prompt. It has been about 2 and a half earth days since Mircea (male, main character of the novel, then aged circa 12-16 years old, dark hair, dark eyes, regular build, cool geeky genius attire, no eyeglasses ) has managed to leave Vulcan space and has been traveling at warp through the vastness of space, in his home Latinakea galaxy. The unusual transport ship (which in fact was a small private Borean freighter) he had stolen from Vulcan clearly belonged to no Vulcanian, since it seemed somewhat more sophisticated and advanced. With some luck he managed to open up a Vulcan interface console (probably a feature for when such ships were sold to Vulcanians Mircea thought), however it was not upgraded with the English language the Vulcans had integrated into their Cultural Heritage Archives during Mircea's short stay there.. and clearly did not have anything to do with his native Romanian either.

He had managed to bypass the Vulcan border net outposts by following up on his gut instinct of maintaining radio silence and traveling at low warp, despite the increasingly menacing demands of the Vulkan border outpost net to identify. He correctly gambled that, given how he had heard some species mock the Vulkans for their formalisms and typicariasms and particularly for their demand all vessels flying in Vulkan space mandatorily tuned in to the government operated subspace chanel of 212.5 mK particularly for kosmic trafic control, that under the circumstances, the Vulkans will not care to send an intercept warship.. especially as he was leaving the Vulcan Space not entering it.

Right after he had again adjusted his course to enter a star system called K't Mour - or so the symbols on the star chart said (which were NOT in Vulcan.. Vulkanian he did manage to pick up quite a bit in reading and conversationally during his very brief tour at the Vulcan Academy of Sciences for children), Mircea realized he had no chance to conclude this happening in any favorable way. He was most likely going to die very soon.. most likely being shut down (blown up actually he corrected himself) of the sky (space actually), if not by the Vulcans by some other strange alien race, perhaps even more powerful than the mighty Chodack which had initially came to Earth to make first contact with him.. and to whom, by blood, his beloved Anca belonged (she was Chodack by race).

Ever since his encounter in the Cave in l/2 park his life took a turn for the weird, painful and dangerous. He thinks he was astronomically lucky to escape Allanor the last time to reach Vulcan.. but that this time he had did it. There was no way he could make it out alive.. much less to saftey.. what was safety anyway?? After seeing how powerful and technologically advanced the Chodack were.. where would actually be safe? What would that be like?

Pondering the situation, he decided that in fact dying was not the worst part. He never belived in the superstitions of any of his relatives or friends from the rural mountainous community of Novaci back on Terra about religion nor afterlife. Although he found the atmosphere concerning Orthodox Christianity in rurality (la țară) as being warm and cozy in practice (especially with the gifts on Christmas for children!), he always had considered that bullshit just childish confabulations of old people unable to cope with the fact they would soon die.. a weakness ruthless rules have used throughout the lifetime of the French Empire to keep the slaves in line.. 

However now, once again thinking that he has probably only hours to live.. or maybe days.. but definitely not weeks.. he remembered his father's proverb "Once you step back on the ground from the airplane, you become an atheist again"..

However, he had more pressing matters. After some self reflection he realized that it was not actually being dead he feared (seamed actually more like a blissful resting quiet non existence).. but rather dying it self.. and the pain associated.. The encounter with the Chodack goons in the caves of l/2 Park as he had called the Chodack Hyde Park, which he had since realized it was still on Allanor, had made Mircea more fearful of being tortured to death or worse.. the Chodack leader, he remembered saying to him, that no Chodack had died in over 1 billion years, in fact much more.. and as if his mere 100 years life expectancy, as he remembered grandfather Brăiloiu revealing to him when he was like 2.5 years old weren't enough to suffer long enough to be terrifyingly frightful..

However he took refuge and confidence in his ultimate mortality.. and.. deciding it was both inevitable (which in fact will turn out not to be the case) and imminent, his moods quickly swang back into the careless confidence of a man who knows he is about to die soon and doesn't care much about it.

Just a few minutes, maybe half hour before reaching Kitimour (so he instructed the on board computer to display name K't Mour.. a reference to the English language cologvialism for cat.. kitty), Mircea had finished programming the self destruct batch command and he was confident enough it MIGHT work.

It involved using the ships technical service override access key from the Vulcanian shipyard to prime up the Warp engine with the ERP drive inducers dry and disconnected from the field modulators, and then to vent the dry plasma from the reaction chamber as if in an "oil change" cleanup mode, resulting in an unmediated, naked matter anti matter reaction of the entire fuel in the chamber - a massive explosion 💥.. he had never tried it with engines on end to end, but he had tested it by components.. a practice the Russian Soviet scientists had explained to him as to how they did "know" the ICMB rockets were actually supposed to work when the Chodack intervened.

He even recorded a broad long range broadcast message to be sent out on 212.5 subspace channel.. the Vulcan high command emergency broadcast "frequency" which was reserved for governmental use and which all ships travelling in Vulcan space were supposed to be technically required to tune into for navigation and identification purposes - space traffic control. 

It was naturally a farewell goodbye message to the love of his life, to the girl whom he loved as if all the others didn't exist, for his former Chodack girlfriend, Anca.

It was an audio recording which read: "Anca, if you are hearing this I am long dead. I love you more than I can express in words. Don't cry for me. Rebuild your life and forget about me. It was good while it lasted. More than I could ever have hoped for.".

He was just listening on playback to his self recorded message.. built into the sequence of steps which was supposed to lead to self destruct of his vessel. He liked the sound of it.. in fact.. he liked the Power and feelings of being able to transmit his own voice and life throughout all the galaxy and in many places like the Vulcan Space where people being required to listen to it, that he jiggled. His thoughts however quickly even turned into the hope that one day he might even.. maybe maybe.. form a huge space alliance and be able to rescue Anca herself from her turned evil Star Mason father.

This fantasy energized him so, that he was just thinking about starting the good old habit of taking Captain's Log entries recordings.. just like old Ocean ships captains on planet Earth did, as he had learned from his favorite Jules Verne books he was reading already starting at a very young age. 

However not before long, with a chance to even finish that thought he entered the K't Mour system.

In fact K't Mour was apparently an important military space outpost orbiting a a large greenish-yellow planet in the Beta Reticuli sector. And it was under attack.

Build up. 25%.

- "Romulan War bird call off your attack."

- "Romulan War bird, this is the United Federation of Planets Ship .. (aahh..) Enterprise!.. Stand down!"

The above words Mircea caught himself uttering almost without thought.. he broadcasted them on the 212.5 Vulcan subspace frequency as an almost instinctive reaction to the site he witnessed as he was arriving at Kitimour (K't Mour as per his ships guidance). 

The angle of approach to the system took him directly heads on to the Western side (to the right of the arrow pointing to the local sun) of Kitimour b. A giant, desolate N class world, which may have been livable for a short duration, save not for the terrible storms and giant waves which were periodically washing almost its entire surface, as well as it's mincing thunderstorms (NB: similar to the world encountered in TNG 01x04 Last Outpost of the T'Kon).

In orbit around Kitimour there was a peacefully orbiting Military Outpost quite large and apparently non lightly armed either.. which to Mircea was clearly the "home side of things" for this system. It will later turn out that it was in fact Klingon. There were apparently no ships supporting it - a fact which made Mircea instantly think that this outputs and its people were the victim of a terrible ambush.. with whatever ships either away or already destroyed.. a fact not far from the truth indeed.

While Mircea never linked a bully.. and neither did he like at all violence and forceful imposition of one's will on another in principle.. his superego analyzing what he was doing, and whispering to him a memory of his own thought just moments before "there are much worse things than dying in this Kosmos..", he was still at a loss to understand the sudden power rush and confidence he was feeling as he was ordering the two unknown spaceships attacking Kitimour Outpust to stand down. The name Romulan he had chosen as reminiscent of the Roman Empire on his home planet Terra (meaning Earth), which to him had always been a stereotype of the unjust, of the oppressor, of the aggressor, of the slave taker and, ultimately, of the looser of a forgone era burried in the depth of Terran history - apparently never to resurface again after the Planetary Accords of Bucharest of his year 1996 which set forth for a New United Nations giving joint and equal governance of the his planet both to the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and to the United States of America.

However, his mind was not set on reflection nor on introspection. Perhaps his acceptance of his own imminent mortality, combined with the power rush of the prior message he had prepared to be sent into the eternity of subspace to his Anca, had emboldened Mircea greatly at the time. We has determined to make his farewell stance something for the World to remember him by.. perhaps as a compliment Pup to the beauty of his Chodack love also.

- "Romulan War bird at 33.4 0 7, Romulan Warbird, I repeat, call of your attack! Your actions are an act of aggression against the United Federation of Planets."

- "Romulan War bird.. this is your final warning. Stand down or prepare to be destroyed!"

The two attacking ships seamed quite unphased by his message... maybe they were calling his bluff.. or maybe!.. maybe there were not "tunning in" to the Vulcan emergency cosmic traffic control frequency.. Or perhaps they were too preocupied with a complicated tactical situation in their fight against the Kitimour Outpost. They appeared overly preoccupied with receiving no damage at all from the Outpost's weapons.. who seamed to be shooting dark.. as if the ships were cloaked!!.  The Outpost on the other hand was taking quite a beating.. no doubt it had shields and stuff.. since it was being almost constantly fired upon yet it held steady.. albite with apparent difficulty.

- "That's it!", Mircea realized. He then ordered the ships computer to take the vessel and position it in the direct line of fire between the two ships and the Outpost.

- "Please specify which ship's line of fire and the relative position on that line".. the Borean freighter's computer replied.. was it in Vulkan or in English?.. it seamed like a mixture of both to Mircea.

- "The Warship at 33.4 0 7.. the closest one.. position us at 33% from the Outpost.. ... no wait.. negative on that [Mircea corrected himself, getting a vague idea].. position us in the line of fire of the other Warship.. also at 33% but via collision course with the nearest one", Mircea ordered the computer.. "And just do it! Fill in any details arbitrarily but do it now!" Mircea concluded.

It is worth noting that being a private freighter ship, Mircea's stolen vessel had no armaments. In fact Mircea had asked the computer before in his prior chats about weapons and such, however even without that.. the design of the ship was clearly for a small crew on a leisure trip through some of the more peaceful parts of the Latinakea Galaxy.. or so did Mircea think. However one thing was certain.. there were no weapon systems Mircea could use.

As the ship was executing Mircea's instructions, he was once again feeling confident and energized.. as if ready to make a dignifying and meaningful last stance as a farewell gesture to this world.

The first "Romulan" ship backed off a bit long before Mircea's freighter approached it.. so THEY DID SEE HIM!.. given the backoff and Mircea's instructions, the freighter was apparently hunting down this closest Warbird, the one at 33.4 0 7 coordinates initially. Not surprisingly, it momentarily shifted focus from the Outpost to this unusual surprising threat.

The freighter maneuvering easier and being much smaller, the larger Warbird at 33.4 0 7 was having some difficulty executing the backing up maneuver and almost fell into the line of fire of the second Warbird whilst trying to break off from the collision course with the freighter... which second Warbird (the one which was to be destroyed) momentarily ceased fire on the Outpost. 

Nevertheless, the Warbird did successfully back off and no accident had occurred, as Mircea had remotely hoped.

That's it.. he was out of ideas. Nothing had happened apparently. His mini-plan had failed.

- "Incoming phs dssx... re.. shields.. " the ships computer tried to war before the sound of a large explosion, somewhere below him and to his back.. probably in the Warp nacel's support pylon or in Engineering section had made such a loud bang noise that both terrified Mircea and made the computer's update ineligible to him. Obviously the "Romulan" Warbirds have taken notice of his actions and were calling his bluff apparently..

- "Break off maneuver. Head for the planet atmosphere at step angle.. prepare to bounce on lower ionosphere..!!.." . 

The ships computer executed marvelously, although as Mircea realized even at the moment.. it understood him correctly even though he had said ionosphere instead of troposphere.. how did the computer even know these terms and speak English at this time??

The two Romulan ships were indeed giving chase, apparently leaving their engagement with the outpost behind..

- "Shields u.."

- "Shields have been automatically raised as per precotiono.." the computer begun to reply before a new phaser fire hit the ship..

- "Entering planetary atmosphere.. Warning!.. Planet is not suitable for landing.."

Mircea was just about to instruct his computer to initiate the self-destruct sequence he had programmed, just to make sure he got to send his message to Anca in time.. when events started to unfold faster around him.

- "Warbird Zetha 33 407 disabled and signaling for distress. Do you wish to answer??"..

Mircea, still a boy at the time.. managed to hang on rather tight to his surrounding bridge utensils like command chair and input console.. but was indeed begining to wonder if the ship had a seatbelt.. as if that mattered when one was going to be obliterated out of the sky..

- "Aff.. "

- "Helm control lost".. "tii tiiii tii tiii... tii tiiii tii tiiii..."

Mircea yelled: "Computer what the hell is going on!!!! Activate view screen, open channels..!!"

Computer with the calm synthesized neutral female voice it always had explained: "Distressed Warbird received damaged from fire from Planetery Platform at 404-11387.5.. " 

- "What?!" Mircea exclaimed to himself not wanting to interrupt the computer.

- "Helm control restored. Completing bounce maneuver..."

- "New Romulan Warship entering area.."

- "What?!!!" Mircea exclaimed once again, this time thinking.. he had done it.. he had intervened in someone's war.. this was the biggest prostie (a romanian term for when a child does something like accidentally setting the house on fire or breaking all windows with gas explosion)

- "Helm control.." the computer replied.

- "Helm control restored.."

- "Computer display tactical situation and surrounding ships now!!!" Mircea yelled.

- "Stabilize ship into orbit!"..

At this point a large piece of debree - unbeknownst to Mircea from the collision between the two Romulan warships.. the one originally NOT at 33.4 0 7 and the new Warbird apparently, which was still clocked and which did not correctly anticipate the intentions of 33407 as Mircea's freighter (or what was left of it) was exiting the planetary atmosphere and had collided with 33407.. just as both ships were now apparently receiving direct fire from the Klingon Planetary Platform built in one of the elevated portions of the K't Mour.. just as the Kitimour Outpost itself and the other warbird (or warbirds?..) fell on to the far side of the planet due to its rotation, and apparently did not part take in "the fight" with Mircea's unarmed freighter (which was in fact just like a luxury shuttle from a Borean mothership, belonging to a private individual who happened to be visiting Vulkan when Mircea stole it).

- ".."

- "Helm control.. helm control restored.."

- "Intruder alert.. We are being borded.. Intruder alert!"

- "Computer initiate batch file Self Destruct 000.  Send out recorded Message Mircea0034 now!!!"

- "Batch command initiated.. Message sent."

- "Helm control lost".. "tii tiiii tii tiii... tii tiiii tii tiiii..."

At this point Mircea proceeded to quickly try to hid behind a pylon.. a structural support element joining two elements of the ship, ending in bulkheads. And just not a moment too soon..

Two extremely ugly and scary looking creatures.. similar to what would today count as Worf-like Klingons but with Romulan traits.. appeared and were apparently speaking in their very pointy language.. 

- "Hash arr'ahat.. hasshh huii.."

- " Ara.."

That's it.. he was worse than dead.. he had done it.. and they had come for him.. He somehow did find himself strangely noticing the relative calm that was settling in.. even though as he was paralized to death with terror as he was observing the creatures occupying the brigde and trying to operate the console..

They haven't noticed him yet apparently.. but they sure will for sure when they turn back...

So Mircea, overwhelmed with terror.. just wanting to get away from the Romulan boarding party, with no particular plan in mind, tried to run from behind the pylon to move it its other side... at this point he was noticed.

"Aya, ak ara... Uyuilii.. Yugus.."

And Mircea was apparently hit with a beam of some sort.. it hit him in the lower back, right hand side.. so he yeeeeldd.. in Romanian:

"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuu...!!! Scuze scuze...!!! Nu am vrut sa intervin in razboiul vostru... aaaaa.... Nu am vrut sa distrug navele voa..."

At this point he noticed the two Romulan officers staring perplexly at him from above.. wondering, Mircea thought, why he was not killed by the disruptor fire. They seamed less scary upclose.. although Mircea had never seen anything this fierce and terrorlike.. if devils from religion existed, this is probably what they would look like..

This moment of silence induced an overall feeling of perplexity. So Mircea took his chances once more, out of desperation to try to run away.. where to, he did not know.. his small backback which he had on since Vulkan was still on his back.

The Romulan officers obviously yelled some injuraturi at each other and quickly and with military efficiency gave chase, one jumping over a horizontal pylon to block his forward path.. the other jumping on him from behind.. Mircea reflexively ducked and moved right (after changing his mind from left) and the two much larger officers found themselves in each others line of fire, with one of them raising up from the floor where he had fallen, missing Mircea.

At this point, Mircea gave up.. he raised his hands up in what was on Terra an universal sign of surrender. He didn't know if it worked here also, as the two yelled ineligibly and jumped on him, rolling down on the bridge's floor as they were both grabbing Mircea's hand..

"Ojkiu.. uku uruk." one of the Romulans said.. obviously to a comm link with base, clearly signifying that "the occupant was caught" or words to such effect.

He was just noticing 3 more Romulans arriving on the bridge, as he was held by the left hand and his backback by one of the first two Romulans.

Mircea was terrified.. clearly these were a military race and he had intervened against them in a war!!.. and apparently he had even destroyed one or several of their ships??..

Before any chance for further contemplation of his upcoming horrific fate, the gentle blue lighted whirpool of the transporter beam and the pixelated blue stary sparkles of transporter space gave him an extra glimpse of how advanced other races where in this Universe.. and only in this galaxy where humans, not 1 year before the Chodack had made contact with him personally, had wondered if there existed or not any life beyond planet Terra.

Main Course. 30%.

- "What have you bought me?? What is this??" the Romulan female Commander yelled towards Mircea, obviously addressing the accompanying subordinate male military officer.

She was just a tad taller than Mircea.. at least in this light.. (the Romulans where rather short [stunned] as a peoples.. a genetic trait of their which probably allowed their very distant ancestors to survive some cataclysmic event on their home world). 

She had beautiful blue-green slightly slim eyes, a very fit body and, very noticeable even behind the uniform.. rather reactive and well defined, round, rather large boobs. Her military uniform was apparently some metal pieces fashion, with a dark-silvery tone, which made her look overall green to Mircea. Her face was beautiful yet obviously extremely angry.. this made her look even more sexy to him.. he did bear some Klingon-like traits, with some deep wrinkles horizontally circular on her forehead and crested nose.. the nose Mircea couldn't help but remark: her nose was a bit up-pointy, just like Anca's.

- "What is Anca!? Who are you??"

- "Heey... I understoood you!!..." Mircea exclaimed!!.. "How c.." he tried to follow up, when he was hit with a large hand slap over the right cheek and face by the young Romulan Commandrece.  

- "Shut up!! You are a prisoner of the Romulan Empire." she shouted at him again.

Mircea at this point couldn't help but feel extremely sexually aroused.. in fact so arroused that, he had a strong and hard erection which he feared could be visible through the shapes of his Vulcan attire. Mircea was always into BDSM.. and particularly into spanking.. all on the dominant side. He had many phantasies and dreams about this.. many yet involving his Anca.. however, save the sole handjob ("я магучиь массажь..") he had received from her while vacationing on Earth between his 2nd and 3rd grade.. he was technically still a virgin.

He was rather quickly beginning to wonder and realize that these people.. these races where telepaths.. and that the sexy female Romulan commander was able to read his mind.. hmm.. really..

- "You will be interrogated then killed.", he heard as if her voice clearly resounding in his mind, if but a thought of his own.. still partly wondering if he was indeed hearing her telepathically or simply just projecting his own thoughts of what he would rather his sexy captor had said, when he instinctively replied:

- "Hmm.. I wonder if you will be interrogating me yourself.. ... ", to which Mircea got nothing more than a glance from the Commander.

- "mm.. could you spank me before death then yourself perhaps.." Mircea started phantasysing aloud in his mind, although he was fully Dominant BDSM side, this prospect very much excited him.  

At this point the Commander was preparing to slap him again, when Mircea's sudden expression changed:

- "The ship!!!!"

- "Get your men away from the ship!!!", Mircea exclaimed in English..

Apparently they were both starting to look after each other's interests: the Romulan commander was trying to keep Mircea alive after.. the encounter, and Mircea was already trying to secure her interests in protecting "her men", her army. This fact fortunately escaped unnoticed at the time by neither of them.

- "Why? Self-destruct.. ?..", the Commander exclaimed in the presence of what was now 3 more obviously senior officers from her ship besides the one who had captured Mircea..

- "Ay uhu.. uk uy ahra.." she started ordering loudly to some communicator thing no doubt attached on her left forearm, but very orderly and clearly with the calm authority of a military leader, accustomed to limit situations.. 

- "Aya khan.. ni aya uhu.. aya freitgher ship.."... The response came obviously from a boarding party still on Mircea's ship, as the Romulan commander clearly opened a window hatch to view the surrounding space Mircea had thought.. showing both his somewhat damaged freighter and a very big by comparison Romulan ship keeping it at bay with some sort of a blue lighted- tractor beam of some sort. Or so it seamed.  

And then, just as Mircea was thinking that his batch file had failed.. that not even the message to Anca was sent perhaps.. although..

.. A big flash of light and a large Baang were heard... Mircea instinctively walked away a bit from the grip of capturing Romulan who was as well in disbelief watching the viewscreen projection on the circular sidewalls of the what was obviously a connecting passage from the transporter room to the other parts of the ship, just as well as Mircea..: The matter-antimatter explosion caused by venting dry plasma into the reaction chamber, while it may have taken a bit longer than Mircea had thought to build up, had fractured the hall of the Big Romulan ship, vaporizing entirely its lower upper and mid portions (however, amazingly not triggering any secondary detonations on its own Warp engines), causing both pieces to loose altitude control however and starting to irrecuperably fall towards the planet K't Mour b.

- "The needless loss of life...", Mircea honestly reflected aloud as his hands touched the viewscreen as if a window leaving an impression of his now cold sweat he had gotten from the frightening experience of being taken captive by the Romulans.

At this point the Romulan Commandresse grabbed him with her left arm taking his left hand off the view screen and slapped him on the face again twice.. once from right to left and again from left to right.. 

- "I am sorr..." Mircea tried to appologize himself for not telling the Commander sooner about the self-destruct mechanism he had set on..  

However, these rather motherly yet very sexually arrousing slaps hinted of a rather pleasurable final moments future of his, before the inevitable torture to death as part of his interrogation and subsequent punishment.. at least so he thought, and once again, if but a bit pessimistic, Mircea was rather right.

- "Shut up. Just shut up." Mircea kept hearing the Romulan Commandresse shouting in his mind.. or was he just being intuitive into what she was thinking.. ...

As she exchanged a few more verbal words with other Romulan officers onboard, she switched from her left to her right hand in holding Mircea.. who at this time was rather.. confortable and hopeful in holding hands with her as if.. with a lover.. he wondered though.. "would having sex fun with this chick.. be cheating on Anca?..".. "neah.. she must have long forgotten me by now.. " .. "anyways, even if not.. she would probably not have anything against it before my death.." 

- "in fact.. this Anca is obviously very sexually mature and open minded.. maybe she would even be proud of you".. 

- "Heeey... I heared that!!!", Mircea couldn't help himself exclaiming.

To which the other 3-4 accompanying Romulan officers stopped chatting to each other briefly.. then continued on a lower voice level..

The Romulan Commander than authoritatively issued some commands to them.. "that's it.. we're going to her room now!!.." Mircea couldn't but anticipate in joy.. the joy of a teenage boy, if but almost still a virgin, and about to get not only sex.. but quality sex and BDSM the way... well.. almost all the way he wanted it.. with the sexy military ruler of a distant civilization.. wow!.. 

.. which.. was about to happen shortly indeed (yes!), but if as a few more formalities..

During the walk, Mircea understood a few things.. probably through the mediation of his new Romulan girl friend.. 

"I have instructed them that you are my personal slave captive.."

"And I will interrogate you myself directly.. [at first].. since you obviously trust me better"

"They think you are a child and the actual parents might have been killed in the explosion"

- "No they weren't.. and I am rather big for my age", Mircea again caught himself loudly exclaiming.

- "Shut up, Terran scump! You are my prisoner! You don't speak except when I allow it.."

Already much less terrified of being tortured to death, and more concerned his time "getting interrogated" alone with the Romulan Commander might be postponed or not happen.. Mircea shut up. She was indeed strangely sexy both submissive and dominant in her military attire but more importantly with her authoritive and yet warm attitude (terms to which Mircea got himself acquainted from the Terran internet shortly after his encounter with Anca). He was starting to think again that she can hear his thoughts and that maybe.. again.. "shut up!". "Ok, good." (this time only mentally). 

"I wonder if she likes me also.." Mircea couldn't help but think to himself..

This caused yet another one of those intermittent breaks in the rhythm and pace of the movement along the ships corridors.

"You probably wonder if this Anca likes you also not.."

"Actually yeah.. I hope she.. wait a minute.. also ?.."..

- "Aya, toon!! Aya hurr uruk tuuun, ala!!!" an interviening senior commander from her ship who met them on the corridor exclaimed.

This time Mircea understood him: "More Zferian [Klingon] ships are approaching.. "

- "Ayahur, uruk, ara clocking field" ... "they found a way to detect us through our clocking field"

Mircea was starting to understand these alien Romulans telepathically (in fact this was called mental communication on their world - not everyone was naturally capable of it).

At this point the Romulan Commandresses stopped to once again slap Mircea twice.. this time scolding him

- "Do you have any idea what you have done??"

- "I am sorry for ending your war!!", Mircea was emphatically denaturating the issue... 

"They detected the gravitational interactions caused by your ships with the planet's athmosphere.." he continued to wonder mentally..  "You know.. "

- "Shut up!!" he was interrupted once again.

- "You are my personal prisoner.. I will now take you to my quarters to interrogate you. Do you understand?"

- "Yes, I understand. Do with me as you please..", 

"i am yours" Mircea wanted to follow before he was violently taken by the hand further down the corridor.

- "Signal withdrawal..  We're heading back to .. [no, not Romulus, but] Tarrah Noor! I will deal Terra.. Federation scum myself right now.. What he knows I will know soon enough." the Romulan Commandresse ordered to her second - the new Romulan officer whom they had encountered on their way on the corridors.

"So I was right.. that WAS an ambush.. this was to have been a civil war, wasn't it.."..

To which Mircea quickly realized and shut himself up just as well.. mental talk also.

"At least I appologize for the lost life on your ships..", Mircea uttered mentally.

"One ship.. You will appologize in bed.", came the rather clear by now reply.

"Do I get to spank you too?.."

As they were about to enter what was apparently the Romulan Commander's quarters, Mircea couldn't help but notice how the other Romulan officers on the way where beginning to display an increasingly dignifing and rather respectful attitude towards him.. .. maybe some can understand дущны (mental speak) he wondered..

As they got into her quarters he was slightly surprised that none of the men left behind to mind the ships other business, questioned her decision: also none laughed nor had any impulse to feel sarcasm or hillarianism.. nor apparently jealousy.. this was clearly a military ship staffed with military men.. and she was in Command. 

Resolution. 20%.

- "Take off all your clothes!"

"I could say the same to you", Mircea was thinking дущный as he was happily obliging. However, he needn't have, since the Romulan Commandresse was already doing just that.

- "Mircea, I want you to grap the handles of this chair and hold on as tight as you can.."

Mircea was surprised at how hard and stingy her hand slaps where on his buttocks, yet he was already fully errect and these slaps only proceeded to - amazingly - aggravate the matter. 

"You are too weak on me" Mircea teased involuntarily дущный, as he was getting his wish of getting spanked by the sexy Romulan Commander while interrogating him.

"Oh, yeah.. you want to show me or what" the душны reply came..

"Oh, and how I would.. do you have a belt?".. дущный Mircea continued, as however the slaps from the handspanking he was ongoingly receiving started to sting and became increasingly hard to bare.

He was still hesitant and.. his naturally shy.. to actually believe or take to mental words of the Commandresse as an open invitation to switch roles..

It was only when she grabbed his left year and slapped him on the face again once.. then as she was preparing again.. with her body and boobs in full view of Mircea's sight.. 

Mircea overwhelmed by the elizative effect no longer carred about his saftey at all, so he grabbed the Romulan Comandresse by her boobs, squishing and squizing on them hard.. obviously causing a very clear redshift reaction to her cheacks and even a surprising "aahhrg.." sound.. sounding slightly angered at him being so impertinent and yet exciting her so.

He than said

- "Where is your belt.. I need a leather belt.."

- "You need a very hard spanking for loosing the war to a Terran child.."

"Perhaps that will do" she replied дущны, pointing mentally to a piece of her uniform-wear which did indeed have the consistency of a leather belt, if rather heavy and with some metal inserts at that.

Mircea, unbelievingly to himself that this was actually happening to him, uninterested to ponder his general situation more deeply at this time, proceeded to strap belt the female Commander with all his strength.. to which she stood amazingly still and seamed to rather enjoy it, albite clearly hurting with each stroke...

Well.. beyond that.. sufficient to say that the two had sex several times over the next 4-5 hours, with little to no intermezzo left for talking neither verbally nor mentally, nor for any additional kind of.. "interrogation". Expect perhaps the occasional spanking with various pretexts and mindsets and various improvised tools and attires..

After like 6 hours of.. such interrogation, Mircea and the Romulan Commandresse where both naked in her bed.. at this point getting slightly covered with a romulan blanket (one for both of them).. as for some reason the Celsius temperature of the air (Mircea only now realized he could naturally breathe the atmosphere on the ship) was beginning to slightly drop.

At this point there was as sudden.. no, not even ring.. but mild knock on the door of the Commander.. Earth like fashion.. 

- "Get away, how dare you disturb me!", the Comandresse shouted in Romulan..

- "No, let him.. he won't bother us.."

A brief moment of pause followed..

"Let him see us like this otherwis.."

- "Very well, proceed, what do you want?"

The quarter's doors then opened and the Romulan second officer stood at the door without entering, with a dignified and yet relaxed military attitude, inspiring the confidence and authority to which Mircea got accustomed when coming from the Romulans. This second officer was also young.. although clearly not as young as Mircea himself.

- "My Pretor, I wanted to report that we will randevous with the K'lar [a ship] no sooner than 12 hours. No one should disturb you by then."

"I told you he was friendly."

- "Very well, understood. I have interrogated the human so far he is harmless. Give proper instructions to all the ship's crew that he is to not be harmed."

- "Already given, my Pretor."

- "Good."

A slight pause.

- "Anything else?.."

- "No my Pretor. Thank  you.".. at only which point the Romulan Commandresse realized it was the first time her second in command had seen her without clothes.

The quarter's doors closing behind him, the Romulan Commandresse turned back to Mircea:

- "Did you hear.. we have at least another 12 hours.."

- "Yes.. Let's talk also shall we.. and you are right.. let's talk verbally.. its better at this time", Mircea replied.. although he was beginning to feel very sleepy. 

In fact.. the Commandresse by her left arm to bring her back to a horizontal position in bed, and get her face to his level, and then he asked:

- "What's your name?" //It was the first time the two concerned each other with learning this formality.

- "Tal.."

- "Did you just read my mind thinking you were taller than me and said that like some sort of secret cover word?"

- "Yes"

- "Yes?"

- "Yes."

- "Interesting.. then, as I read your mind apparently.. I am Yar.. [from again (sex)] to you..", Mircea continued.

- "Let these then be our secret appellatives.. and let us form a secret service.. the Tal şi Yar.. an intergalactic elite underground secret service which..", Mircea proposed..

- "You ARE a child aren't you.. how old are you??"

- "I think I am 14 years old.. I was 12 when I left Allanor.. and with all the time passing I think I should be like 14 by now?"

- "I thought you were Terran.. what is Allanor.. and what..."

- "Yeah.. I don't know what 14 year means in your time.. but..."

- "OMG! You are thiiiis... young???", the Romulan Commander couldn't help exclaim after reading Mircea's thoughts in advance to realize that the time they had spent together accounted for about 1/1000th of an earth year.

- "Hey!! You are not that ol.."

- "And you live to only 100??? I don't understand.. you are mortal??"

- "..that old yourself.. "

- "How old do you think I am?"

- "Well, I would have said 22-24.. but you are Commander.. so probably like.. 26-28?"..

- ".."

- "Mircea, I am 1.5 million of your Earth years old.." ".." ".. and your Anca.."

- "Yes, about Anca I suspected also.. she is probably also about 1-2 million years old.. she is Chodack she can shapeshift.."

- "But you are not Chodack!.. ?", she questioned with a slight concern that Mircea might have been playing her pretending to be this short lived Terran thing.

- "No. I am human. My home planet is Terra.."

"where is that?"

- "I don't know how to show you.. Its far from Allanor, it's in the same Galaxy.."

- "Galaxy.." "of course we are all in the same galaxy.."

- "was it close to the core?"

- "No! That part I remember.. Earth was to the.."

- "..to the periphery of course.. where the large mass of star systems lie and which can be anywhere.."

- "I am not lying to you Tal!!"

- "Ok, I belive you, I appologize.. you do realize that.. [as a Romulan Commander I must also ensure the safety of.. she didn't get to say nor think]"

Mircea responded by gently kissing her lower lip, saying:

- "I don't care what you do to me.. not now, not ever. You before me cannot mistake. I love you."

- "Did you hear my.."

- "No. I just realized from context what you were talking about.. I am .."

- "Yes, smart.. clearly.. "

- "Mircea, do you realize what you have done here at K't Mour?"

- "So you do know my name.."

- "Yes, I heard it once in your mind.. did i pronounce it right?"

- "Almost.. it is with an accent on the i.. mIRcha.. rather than mircheA."

- "mirCHa, miRchA.."

- "Never mi.."

- "Yeah yeah.." "I am Sol."

- "Sol?? Like Sun? Is that another secret nickname for public?"

- "Like year. No. It's my name. Don't you tr.."

- "I trust you unconditionally whatever happens, whatever you do to me.."

- "Shut up, Mircea.."

- "You keep saying that.."

- "And what is Anca btw?"

- "She is like you but she is Chodack.."

- "Like me.. "

- "I will not answer that.. I want you both. I will not say whom first.."

- "Of course you want Anca, Mircea.. she is your T'1"..

- "The one?.." "I so glad you are ok with me loving someone else besides you Tal.. Sol.." "Yeah.. In public let's keep it Sol and Mircea.. and just between Us We Know we are Tal şi Yar".

- ".." "Yes, Mircea.. you're falling asleep...".

- "I love you.."

- "And you are falling asleep.." "I will still need to interrogate you.."

- "Mmm... - Interrogate yes.. good.. later.."

- "You are a spoiled child you know that.."

- "I will spank you harder next time, Yar.."..

- "Of course you will.."

- "Mmm..."

- "Does your species.."

- "Yes."

- "No, no that.." "that I know of course.."

- "1 million years yes.."

- "1 and a half million years.."

At which point Mircea well.. kindoff fell asleep fully slightly hugging the Romulan Commandresse Sol with her head just about right around her boobs and trying to kiss her neck as he fell asleep.. he was indeed very tired after all that had happened over the past few days.. or who knows how long it had been since he had left Vulcan.. or Allanor for that part.. or even Earth coming to think back further.

For a few brief moments he has felt both content, satisfied, loved and free to love. And, above all.. secure enough and comfortable to sleep well.. and even snore if he wanted.

So, only a few Earth days after having left Vulcan (Ni'Var by her vulcan official name), less than 2 years after leaving Allanor and less than 6 years after leaving Earth, Mircea fell asleap in the Romulan Commander's quarters, holding her tightly in his arms so as if not to loose her or have anything bad happen to her or pull them apart. 

What I dreamt of during those brief but fruitful 5 and a half hours I do not remember.

Finale. 10%.

- "Te-ai trezit puiule?"

- "Don't call me that.."

- "(gigling) You're right.. at your age your not even a chickling.. if I'm a chick.."

- "Ok, ok, I get the idea.."

- "Mircea, we have some serious stuff to do.."

- "I understand.. I know.. I hear you дущный.. I dreamt it also.. I have ended your war in fact, haven't I?? You were ambushing that outpost in a civil war.. using the clocking technology.."

- "Yeah.. which you gave away to the Klingons.."

- "I actua.."

- "Why do you even call us Klingons?.."

- "I called you Romulans!"

- "Don't lie to me, Mircea.. you know very we.."

- "Because your klingerly things kingle.. your armor in uniform reminds me of this sound.. of klinging metal.." "So you Romulans and Klingons are the same??"

- "What is Romulan? ahh.. I understand.. yess. more or less.. we draw ourselves from the same peoples.. starting on Kh'ronos.. the planet of the Beginning of Time Running [of our evolution]."

- "So it's a racial dispute?"

- "No. In fact we are racial spread throughout.."

- "Like us on Earth.. Terra.."

- "Don't interrupt me, this is..

- "Yes, important for me.. please go on"

- "So the enemy faction.. your Klingons actually oppressed the Romulans (all of Us) with their weakness for many sol's now.. they had killed my father also.. and our faction now wanted to restore justice and take control of the entire Romulan space.."

- "Hmm.."

- "Yeah.."

- "No. Space is vast.. I understand that now wars between you are waged [.. in slow motion due to the distances between star systems and your stealth capabilities]"

- "Who are these Chodacks you keep thinking about? How come we never heard of them??.. You think in your mind that all of us Romulans as you call me and Klingons together would not be a match for them.. for not a single ship of theirs ??..."

 - "Before you think it further.. i don't know their technology at all.. I am .."

 - "Yes.. human.. from planet Terra.. they expanded into your Star system.. now I understand.." "You were a gift for the Chodack's leader daughter and later on he turned on you and your kind humans for how you lived.."

 - "I was just starting to think that.. it doesn't mean this is what actually happened.. however.. not.."

- "Not all Chodak are alike.. yeah.. you need to tell me all about how you got off this Allanor Planet and about Vulkan.. what is this planet [unbeknownst that it was in fact Ni'Var - known to the Romuloklingonians]"

 - "I don't know that either how to explain.. they took me there I think.. to be safe.."

 - "Yes, I understood your mind.. So you named it Vulkan because it had a large Vulkan showing from its main city?"

 - "Yes, exactly."

 - "And you ran away from there stealing this ship we destroyed.."

 - "Which I sadly self-destr.."

 - "Which we destroyed in combat, Mircea.. remember this part! It is important for your survival.. Here on my ship, in my fleet I can protect you.. but elsewhere when we reach back.."

 - "Whatever happens to me, Sol.. you cannot blame yourself.. I am happy to have met you and for everything if but with what [.. has already happened between us.]"

 - "Shut up Mircea or I'll spank you again.. no.. later!.. Now lets focus on getting you to survive debriefing at HQ.. I'll do what I can.. I believe you.. I know you are truthful.. but command won't I think.. they.. no Mircea!.. command are not idiots.. they are.. huh!.. be serious would you!!.. ?"

 - "I am trying to be serios, Yar.. Sol! Yeah.. I do listen carefully to what you are saying"

With that remark, Mircea decided to get out of bed, start to put some clothes on.. and Sol followed suit and started doing the same.. she was still unbelievably sexy even after 6 hours of sex stuffs and all.. and yet the seriousness of her situation inspired Mircea to become serious for at least a while.. and who knows.. maybe he would even get a chance at several other nights together.. (NB: In outerspace the alternance day-night does not occur as on a planet, becoming largely meaningless).

A voice interrupted the chatter on the ship's comm system:

- "Pretor, the Kl'ar has signaled it is unable to reach the randez-vous coordinates.. "

- "What??"

- "Commander, the Shin'Altur is entering sensor range.. they demand intercept in the name of the Empire"

"Shut up, Mircea!"

- "Signal them we are welcoming their.. shut upp Mircea!!.. and cha.."

- "Understood Commander.."

- "No, well, yess.. and signal 104.."

- "Yes, Commander.."

Mircea silently tries to shut up with his ideas and advices, including mentally, realizing the mortal danger in which his new lover is.

- "Mircea get dressed and.. ah.. you are already dressed.. follow me on the bridge and SHUT UP.. in fact.. just play along.. yeah.. you understand correctly.. both our lives are at stake.."

- "You have no plan, Sol.. huh..".. and, in his childish arrogance Mircea once again thought to himself.. I'll think of something.. "So we need to stall until 104 becomes 401 clear.. and we get backup ourselves.."

- "Yes."

Bounce back (10%).

- "We have the Shin'Altur on screen, Commander.." (Bridge officer on board the Romulan Warbird)

- "Traitorous kaylorian warbird, stand down and prepare to be borded!" (Klarr)

Klarr was as ugly and frightingly looking as the other two Romuloklingons who had first apprehended Mircea while still onboard the Borean freighter.

"They know. Can we go to cloake?" (Sol)

"Shut up, Mircea" (Sol)

"Commander, given the stance.. I think.." (2nd officer)

"Yeah.. they probably know about the cloke also.. hmm.. and stop calling me that.." (Sol)

"Yes, Pretor." (2nd officer)

"Shut up, Mircea.. really, this is not the time" (Sol)

- "Open a channel to them", (Sol said without a definite plan in mind.. trying perhaps to play the side of an insulted party maybe..)

- "WHAT IS THAT???" (Klarr)

- "What?" (Sol)

- "What is that!????" (Klarr)

- "I am her prisoner, Klarr.. don't even think about it." (Mircea)

- "What is that??" (Klarr)

- "I am her Terran prisoner Klarr.. do you understand? (to Klarr)".. "Does this communicator send дущньй messages?.. (to Sol)" (Mircea, said, trying to defuse the situation a psychological trick.. creating an apparent confusion to which both sides are working to fix, thus eliminating and blocking part of the initial hostility and aggression.. which Mircea did subconsciously at that.. without anything planned forthand.. which is perhaps one of the reasons it worked so well)

- "What is that???" ... "Where did you find that???" (Klarr)

- "He destroyed the Kitmour Outpost, " Sol tried to improvise, getting some freudian slip instead..

- "What is that???" "What are you talking about.. YOU attacked the Kitmour Outpost and it is very well alive and well.. The fleet repealed your attack and now you are fleeing.."

- Sol shut up momentarily not knowing what to say, like a scolded schoolgirl caught doing a prostie. Mircea looked at her and found her submissively extremely sexy in this posture.. And then! He got an idea.. if he found her this way.. no doubt Klarr must have as well...

- "Klarr, I am not from this world. I am Terran. Listen to me.."

- "WHAAT IS THAAT???".. "HOW COME I UNDERSTAND IT??.."

Mircea forced himself to shut up, in order to allow Commander Sol her reply.. however she remaind silent.. both not knowing what to say, and apparently starting to trust Mircea's emerging approach to resolving the situation.. normally, they would have long been either borded or blasted out of the skies by the War Dreadknot..

- "Klarr.. listen.. we were all dishonest.. you also. You know very well Kitimour was lucky.. and I was its luck.. The outpost survived thanks to me, it was not.." (Mircea)

- "What lies are you spreading Terran.. the fleet got a distress and intercep.." .. "hmm.." (Klarr)

- "Klarr.. it's not about that.. fine.. you destroyed the outpost.. in fact no!... we destroyed it! Klarr.. Sol and me did it.. We admit, we are guilty.." (Mircea)

- "Sol, WHAT IS THAT????????" "Where did you find that think???" (Klarr)

- "Yes, Klarr.. I can hear you дущный too.. yess.. me and Sol do know each other.. rather well already.. although it has passed less than a day.."

- "A day?" (Klarr)

- "As you very well would like to have known her too!!.." (Mircea)

- "Terran scum!!! What lies are  you spreading..!!! We Kronians are honorable warriors!.. We would never resort to rape.. Prepa.." (Klarr)

 - "Klarr.. if you kill us here and now.. " (Mircea)

- "Your excuses a.."

- "Klarr, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN!!. " "Do you know me, Klingon??" "Have you.. (Klarr)

- "Klingon.. what is that?.." (Klarr)

- "That's how he calls our species, Consul.. because of our.." (Sol)

- ".. uniforms?!.. Is that.." (Klarr)

- "SHUT UP!!. THe both of you. I am no child. Stop acting like a child yourself Klarr.. I have no weapons here to oppose you.. so honorable are you that you would not listen to a disemp.." (Mircea)

- "Oh, spare me the manipulative speech.. typical of the klerians.. al.." (Klarr)

- "We have.." (Sol)

- "Sol, shut up.!" "Klarr, shut up!!." (Mircea)

A moment of silence had ensued.. with Mircea as well as all officers onboard both ships holding silent, many in awe of what was transpiring.

- "K'lar.. Klarr.. Kurrnn.. whatever.. Klar!, we clearly have the same interests here.. " (Mircea)

- "oo..." (Klarr)

- "To save Sol" (Mircea)

- "You still insi.."

- "At least that is my interest, Klarr. My absolute interest (which cause a number of heads on the bridge to turn to Mircea, including Sol's). And I have no stake in your war.. in fact I have just ended it. IN THE NAME of the United Federation of Planets. I or.. Klarr.. I ask you to take a step before history. You obviously like Sol as a women.. as a.."

- "I don't care about Sol.. she is just like any .. .. enemy officer to me.. albite attractive that can be seen by all.."

- "To all you mean"..

- "To all, I appologize, my bad, Terran"..

- "Klarr, .."

- "FEDERATION?.." "YOU ARE THE FEDERATION?!!?!?!.."

- "He is not from our world, Kurnn.. leave him go in peace.. (which caused yet another number of heads to turn Sol this time..)"

- "You DID save K't Mour outpost.. Kitimour.. that's what you called it.. so it WAS YOU.. they just reported from the Planet Surface.. You ARE her prisoner.."

- "I told you, Klarr.."

- "Kurrn."

- "Kurn."

Another moment of brief global slience transpased.

- "Kurn, .."

- "So you are asking me that all is forgotten now?.. as if.."

Mircea, speculating the disposition and taking upon the offered strawbone piece:

- "All forgiven, Kurrn.. not forgotten.. forgiven.. and, besides that.. we are will.."

- "Hmm.. Forgiven.. There is no need to offer your sexual services to me, Sol.. I am not such a person. "

Another silence..

- "Kurn,.."

- "I am thinking.. A rebellion against the High Council, which I represent, cannot simpl.."

- "Kurn,..."

- "What?"

- "Let's leave the big words and deals aside then for a moment.. the logical course of action is for me and Sol to transport ourselves aboard your vessal for talks!"

- "I told you terran, I require no bribe.. fine.. all is forgotten.. forgiven I meant, sorry. OHHH, you ARROGANT TERRAN.. you made me appologize when in fact.."

As the audience on all ships, as several more have entered the sector from both sides have all remained mute and somewhat stunned. As "Klingon" honor dictated.. the Words of  Consul are binding on the entirety of the High Council.. so on all Romuloklingons alike.. That's it.. the Rebellion was not only over and somewhat defeated.. but FORGIVEN?.. Yeah.. so the Terran - Mircea, did in fact put an end to the civil Romulokilingon war - as he had, without himself believing, claimed just less than 48 hours earlier, when first taken captive onboard the T'Klar: Sol's ship.

- "Kurn,.."

Kurn gave them a raised eyebrow and listened silently..

- "Kurn, in the name.. wait: in the name of myself, of Sol, and of the United Federation of Planets, I thank you for ending the Romuloklingonian civil war. It is always the mark of wise man he who ends wars without even firing one shot.." (Mircea said, while starting to get excited that well.. this MIGHT actually work.. and, in fact.. he had also ended this war.. also without [himself] firing any single shot..).

- "Where are you from Terran?"

- "I am from a planet called Terra" (Mircea).. to which the audience on all ships laughted, but quickly slienced at a sign with the tip of the eyebrow by Kurnn (his name was Kurrnn, not Klarr as Mircea had more or less deliberately nicknamed him).

- "But wait.. there's more.. I was prisoner.. well.. my enemies are the Chodack.." (Mircea)

- "The Chodack? Wha.."

- "Yes, they kiddnapped my T'1.. in fact [keeping her prisoner just I meant]"

- "T'1?.. So you did meet Sol rather closely already.. that's why you love her.."

- "I loved her even before then, Klingon" (Mircea)

- "Gentlemen, Mircea, Kurrnn.." (Sol)

Mircea shuts up..

- "What are you talking about Sol.. for what its worth, Mircea saved you all.."

- "Kurrnn, like I said.. I am HER prisoner.. don't even think of it.. BUT.. we do need to talk! All three of us.. about the might Chodack and not only!"

- "Talk, yes.." (Kurrnn, pensative)

- "For this reason we invite you on board our ship, the.. .. "

- "..the Ti'Klar..." (laughter from all the others..)

- "your T'2 ship.."

- "My T'2s ship.. Kurrnn!"

- "Very well human.. as gratitude for the honorable intervention of the United Federation of Planets in the Kitimour.. incident.. we grant full amnesty and forgive all the actions and persons of the Rebellion.."

A moment of cold freezing silence emerged.

- "Keay Sar, mark the time in the log and broad cast this as Consular Commandment #1 / Sol 5793.23" (Klarr)

- "Yes, Sir."

The moment of freezing silence prolonged itself.. so this was it.. they were all forgiven and could go in peace to their homeworld?.. All the other Kronians who are scheduled to fight and most likely die in such encounters.. spared?..

- "Provided of course such Rebels do not conti.." (Klarr)

- "I cannot speak for every Rebel ship or.. Commander.. Praetor you might encounter but.. " (Mircea)

- "Yeah yeah.. you speak as a wise man and clearly have already gotten quite to know our ways, Terran.. the Rebellion is forgiven unconditionally.. but those who carry on fighting will be eliminated like boarscum shit.." (Klarr)

- "How old are you son? You seam rather young for  your age?" (Again laughters cut short by Klarr)

- "Yeah, about that, Kurrnn.. you won't belie.."

- "Oh, what the the hell.. you can call me Klarr just as well.. today we are all Kronians.." "You are welcome to come on board my ship, Sol.. " ".. as guests of course.." "..and.."

- "I'll make sure to come for su.." (Mircea)

- "Shut up, human! Weren't you her prisoner?" (Klarr)

- "Kurrnn!" (Sol)

- "Lovely kids.. huh.." (Klarr)

- "Kids who made peace, Klarr.. Kurrnn.." (Mircea)

- "ihmm.. peace.. yeah.." (Klarr).

Outro (5%).

(the three do travel to Klar's (Kurrnn's) ship and do have a private trio chat)

(Kurn (Klar) admits his attraction to Sol, but insists that nothing will happen with her, "while you kids still are busy yourselves")

(Mircea speaks of the Chodaks and of his reasons for leaving Vulkan)

(Mircea and Sol return to the Ti'Klar and then the two navies split) 

(secretly, Mircea, proposed Sol and Klarr that the three of them formed a secret alliance on the model of the Tal şi Yar, but was declined by Klarr, saying his allegiance was to the High Council on Khronos)

(meditative bit: "There is something terribly wrong with this World, Sol.. I am.. We are.. abnormally lucky.. this is not by chance.. something is terribly wrong with existance.. and its very bad.. but somehow it good.. I have a feeling it will all end up well in the end")

(closure: Mircea is offered a tailor made Romulan outfit but insists "for safety reasons" that he appeared externally as "Terran" and non-aligned).

|<-- Done as of 2025-Feb-25@01:42 Bucharest time (00:42@2025-Feb-25 MSK).