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A commission done for me by s2ka
Scene takes place in my AU Star Trek New Start verse
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1/2/2259
Saratoga Lounge
8:00 PM

Z'Rol sat in the Lounge with several of her friends. After months of being refitted the Saratoga was now underway for its newest mission. They would be arriving at the Hymer Cloud tomorrow and everyone had been busy in preparation. She and others from Beta shift were now taking a break and catching up.

She smiled. It was always good to go back home to Tkara, but from the time she had been a child she had longed for the stars and being back on the Saratoga again was a thrill.

It was also good to see her shipboard friends again, who sat with her now.

She had often thought that Lieutenant Justin Ballard from the Physics Department would have made a worthy Tkarite. He was calm and practical but extremely cunning with a love for planning and implementing complex schemes.

Lieutenant Mark Tracker from Engineering was a sly hearted scoundrel who was adept at getting in and out of trouble.

Biomedical researcher and medical technician, Lieutenant Geoffery Flanders was keen witted and possessed of a wicked sense of humor.

And then of course there was Lieutenant Keisha Powell from Operations. Calm, self assured, determined and ambitious, she was good to have as a friend, dangerous to have as an enemy.

And while the men were Z’Rol’s friends and occasional bed-partners, Powell leaned more toward being a rival. But rivalry was good, it helped keep one sharp and over the years their rivalry, although it had often looked like it might harden into outright enmity, somehow never quite did. That fact and their slight amusement over it, kept them in each other's circle.

The five of them were in the middle of laughing over a story that Flanders was telling about some of his exploits in his native Belgium, when two newcomers entered the lounge and approached them. As soon as Z'Rol saw them her amused expression instantly vanished and she motioned for the others to be silent.

Her amethyst eyes took in the newcomers. They were Crewmen Tuskaro Alyen and Shylea L'Naym, two of the new crewmembers that had arrived on the Saratoga only the day before. They both hailed from Nlia, located, only a few light years from Tkara and were a Bonded couple. She knew right away why they were here.

Gracefully rising to her feet, she moved to stand directly in front of them. At six feet she towered over the two Nlians who both looked nervous but determined. They completely ignored everyone else in the room and focused solely on Z'Rol.

At length L'Naym, spoke. "Greetings, Daughter of Tkara," her voice was low and solemn.

Z'Rol nodded and spoke equally solemnly. "Greetings, Daughter and Son of Nlia." Her gaze took them both in. "You are two who walk together?" she asked.

"Yes." L’Naym squeezed her lifemate’s hand. "He is my heart and he is mine."

Alyen, spoke for the first time. "She is the air I breathe and I am hers."

Both Nlians paused and the air was now tense with waiting.

Z’Rrol nodded, her expression still solemn. "May your walk together be long and may none come between you." She paused then made an ancient gesture that signified the giving of a promise.
"You have my word that I will not."

Her expression grew even more solemn as her eyes met L'Naym's. "Upon him shall no hand be laid…..."save yours."

Both Nlians let out the breaths they had obviously been holding. "You have our thanks, Daughter of Tkara, "L'Naym said softy as she made the gesture of the receiving of a promise.

The couple both nodded one last time and then quietly turned and left.

Z'Rol returned to her seat and to her staring friends.

"What was that all about?" Tracker asked.

"Its tradition," Z'Rol answered. "The Announcement and Acknowledgment. It's been performed from the time that our two species first came in contact two hundred years ago. Whenever a Bonded Nlian couple encounter a Tkarite who they know they'll be spending any length of time around, they 'announce' or introduce themselves.

“If the Tkarite in question is female the female Nlian announces. If male the male announces.
They introduce themself and their lifemate and make known their claim to them. The Tkarite must then acknowledge the claim and agree to abide by it before there can be any further interaction between them."

She nodded toward the door that the Nlians had exited. "No doubt those two began preparing for this the moment they learned that a Tkarite would be serving on the same ship as them. I expected it from the moment I learned that we were getting two Nlian crewmembers."

Flanders gave an amused chuckle. "So basically she was telling you; ‘He’s mine, hands off.' And you were promising to stay away from him."

The grim look the she turned on him cut his laughter short. "That is exactly what we were doing, Geoffrey. And I assure you that it is no laughing matter. If I hadn't acknowledged her claim they would have requested a transfer rather than stay on this ship. And I would have faced severe consequences from my own people."

She once again glanced at the doors. "For Nlians the preservation of their Mating Bonds is literally a matter of life and death."

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Crewman Tuskaro Alyen (Medical) Age 23

Crewman Shylea L'Naym (Science) Age 23

Lieutenant Droi Z'Rol (Communications) Age 26

Lieutenant Justin Ballard (Science) Age 28

Lieutenant Geoffrey Flanders (Medical) Age 27

Lieutenant Mark Tracker (Engineering) Age 27

Lieutenant-Keisha-Powell (Operations) Age 26

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Description

A commission done for me by s2ka
Scene takes place in my AU Star Trek New Start verse
www.deviantart.com/seekhim/gal…

******************************************
1/2/2259
Saratoga Lounge
8:00 PM

Z'Rol sat in the Lounge with several of her friends. After months of being refitted the Saratoga was now underway for its newest mission. They would be arriving at the Hymer Cloud tomorrow and everyone had been busy in preparation. She and others from Beta shift were now taking a break and catching up.

She smiled. It was always good to go back home to Tkara, but from the time she had been a child she had longed for the stars and being back on the Saratoga again was a thrill.

It was also good to see her shipboard friends again, who sat with her now.

She had often thought that Lieutenant Justin Ballard from the Physics Department would have made a worthy Tkarite. He was calm and practical but extremely cunning with a love for planning and implementing complex schemes.

Lieutenant Mark Tracker from Engineering was a sly hearted scoundrel who was adept at getting in and out of trouble.

Biomedical researcher and medical technician, Lieutenant Geoffery Flanders was keen witted and possessed of a wicked sense of humor.

And then of course there was Lieutenant Keisha Powell from Operations. Calm, self assured, determined and ambitious, she was good to have as a friend, dangerous to have as an enemy.

And while the men were Z’Rol’s friends and occasional bed-partners, Powell leaned more toward being a rival. But rivalry was good, it helped keep one sharp and over the years their rivalry, although it had often looked like it might harden into outright enmity, somehow never quite did. That fact and their slight amusement over it, kept them in each other's circle.

The five of them were in the middle of laughing over a story that Flanders was telling about some of his exploits in his native Belgium, when two newcomers entered the lounge and approached them. As soon as Z'Rol saw them her amused expression instantly vanished and she motioned for the others to be silent.

Her amethyst eyes took in the newcomers. They were Crewmen Tuskaro Alyen and Shylea L'Naym, two of the new crewmembers that had arrived on the Saratoga only the day before. They both hailed from Nlia, located, only a few light years from Tkara and were a Bonded couple. She knew right away why they were here.

Gracefully rising to her feet, she moved to stand directly in front of them. At six feet she towered over the two Nlians who both looked nervous but determined. They completely ignored everyone else in the room and focused solely on Z'Rol.

At length L'Naym, spoke. "Greetings, Daughter of Tkara," her voice was low and solemn.

Z'Rol nodded and spoke equally solemnly. "Greetings, Daughter and Son of Nlia." Her gaze took them both in. "You are two who walk together?" she asked.

"Yes." L’Naym squeezed her lifemate’s hand. "He is my heart and he is mine."

Alyen, spoke for the first time. "She is the air I breathe and I am hers."

Both Nlians paused and the air was now tense with waiting.

Z’Rrol nodded, her expression still solemn. "May your walk together be long and may none come between you." She paused then made an ancient gesture that signified the giving of a promise.
"You have my word that I will not."

Her expression grew even more solemn as her eyes met L'Naym's. "Upon him shall no hand be laid…..."save yours."

Both Nlians let out the breaths they had obviously been holding. "You have our thanks, Daughter of Tkara, "L'Naym said softy as she made the gesture of the receiving of a promise.

The couple both nodded one last time and then quietly turned and left.

Z'Rol returned to her seat and to her staring friends.

"What was that all about?" Tracker asked.

"Its tradition," Z'Rol answered. "The Announcement and Acknowledgment. It's been performed from the time that our two species first came in contact two hundred years ago. Whenever a Bonded Nlian couple encounter a Tkarite who they know they'll be spending any length of time around, they 'announce' or introduce themselves.

“If the Tkarite in question is female the female Nlian announces. If male the male announces.
They introduce themself and their lifemate and make known their claim to them. The Tkarite must then acknowledge the claim and agree to abide by it before there can be any further interaction between them."

She nodded toward the door that the Nlians had exited. "No doubt those two began preparing for this the moment they learned that a Tkarite would be serving on the same ship as them. I expected it from the moment I learned that we were getting two Nlian crewmembers."

Flanders gave an amused chuckle. "So basically she was telling you; ‘He’s mine, hands off.' And you were promising to stay away from him."

The grim look the she turned on him cut his laughter short. "That is exactly what we were doing, Geoffrey. And I assure you that it is no laughing matter. If I hadn't acknowledged her claim they would have requested a transfer rather than stay on this ship. And I would have faced severe consequences from my own people."

She once again glanced at the doors. "For Nlians the preservation of their Mating Bonds is literally a matter of life and death."

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Crewman Tuskaro Alyen (Medical) Age 23

Crewman Shylea L'Naym (Science) Age 23

Lieutenant Droi Z'Rol (Communications) Age 26

Lieutenant Justin Ballard (Science) Age 28

Lieutenant Geoffrey Flanders (Medical) Age 27

Lieutenant Mark Tracker (Engineering) Age 27

Lieutenant-Keisha-Powell (Operations) Age 26

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