CPO Makkor & Lt. Samira Neathler - A gift

[Samira Neathler]

(( Samira's Quarters - USS Gorkon ))

Carefully Samira placed the Beta Veldonna Medal in the middle of the shelf and the Dopterian combat knife, she had taken from Ghant's assaulter back on Betazed, to the right of it. She took a step back looking at the wall of shelves, returned to the shelf and moved the combat knife a few centimeters to the right and at another angle. There that fitted much better, the brooch in the middle of the two weapons. She paled somewhat when something hit her. Just like her Skarbek counterpart, she was collecting weapons, souvenirs, more precisely blades that had been used against her. The ushaan-tor from the female Andorian on the Njörðr and now... 

Suddenly she felt the edge of the window couch against the calves of her legs and slowly she sat down, she had more in common with her counterpart than she originally had thought. She let it sink in for a while before she stood up. She had other things to do and the next moment Samira walked out of her quarters and ended up in the security office, the small room in the back, she had claimed as her own office, a pile of PADDs already waiting for her. Extra work being the downside of taking a few days leave. It just meant more things to catch up with when returning.

(( Security Office - USS Gorkon ))

She was barely seated when the chyme rang and the doors already opened. She grinned only one person would walk in straight away and yes indeed, Chief Petty Officer Makkor walked in, carrying a black box with air holes in it and she could see the tips and points from green leaves sticking out of a few of those holes. The Klingon walked straight to her desk and put the box down, and Samira somehow got the impression he was somewhat relieved as he quickly took a step back. It was only now, she noticed several cuts and small lacerations on his dark hands. She raised an eyebrow as she looked up at him.

Makkor: Glad you're back sir. He's all yours now! ::He reached towards his back pocket and pulled out a PADD, stretching his arm, Samira doing the same thing accepting the PADD with a bit of a frown.:: And these are the instructions. 

Neathler: Instructions?

Makkor: Of what, how and when to feed this oversized tribble.

Neathler: The what?

Confusion spread across Samira's face before she activated the PADD and quickly skimmed through the text. Only having read half of it, she looked up.

Neathler: This is a joke right?

Makkor: It most certainly is not. You hardly left when someone named Warren arrived and wanted to give this... this thing, to you personally. He couldn't wait for your return so he made sure I took care of it. There's a note of this Warren on that PADD too.

Samira shook her head and exhaled slowly, this was not how she envisioned her return.  She nodded towards Makkor's hands.

Neathler: Got in a fight did you?

Makkor: That thing has claws... sir.

Neathler: Why don't you report to Sickbay mister Makkor, you don't want those cuts to get infected. ::The grumbling answer Makkor gave her, made her smile, somehow she knew him too well.:: Sit down mister Makkor.

From the small cabinet underneath her desk, she pulled out a medkit and took the dermal regenerator, walking over to the Klingon who was now sitting on the edge of her desk, as if the seats on his side of the desk weren't good enough for him. She knew he didn't like to give the doctors an explanation on how he obtained cuts, especially not when they were caused during a sparring contest, so it wasn't the first time she used the regenerator to heal some of the smaller injuries he sustained. She only spoke up when she was done.

Neathler: If it doesn't heal properly, it's sickbay for you. 

Makkor grumbled some more and got off the desk.

Makkor: If that is all sir?

Samira just nodded to him and he was already halfway through the doors when she voiced her thanks to the Klingon. Taking a deep breath Samira pulled the box closer to her, the door on the small side towards her and she looked through the grid, a silvergrey ball of fur, closed eyes, round fluffy ears and a tiny furred hand grasping a twig with green leaves was all she saw. The chest of the, what she thought, rather young animal rising softly as it breathed, unaware of its current location.

Shaking her head Samira sat down behind her desk, grabbing the PADD Makkor had left her and read through the messages thoroughly now. Ten minutes later, she leaned back in the chair. Why on Earth her brother Marlon thought she was the perfect person to have this pet, one he couldn't take care off, was beyond her. She stared at the box, as if it would disappear if she looked long enough at it. Yet it didn't, and it was only after she heard a noise coming from inside that she stood up, stretched her legs, picked up the box, not having a clue what she was going to do with the beast as she left the office.

Chief Petty Officer Makkor

Security Officer

USS Gorkon

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Poor Koala (To be named Ko)

Oversized Tribble

USS Gorkon

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Lieutenant Samira Neathler

Assistant Chief of Security&Tactical

USS Gorkon

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