[Backsim] Tri’lea Polgonz: Righteous Fury

[Lt. JG Kivik]

((Daintree Crew Lounge))

Everything was so… infuriating. Tri’lea felt as if this moment were the culmination of years of frustration. What had begun with grief at the loss of her mother had quickly spiraled into one hurdle after another – and each time the bar seemed to get higher. Each leap she made, a little closer to falling flat.

Kivik: =/\= Not to worry, we’re working on something to help get things back to normal. We might just need some more time. =/\=

And now, stranded aboard this shuttle with this… exasperating and provocative man had pushed her into outright recklessness. She wasn’t ready to risk it all – her title, her engagement, her self-respect – for some handsome oversexed techboy with a… with a goofy… accent!!!

Ukinix: ::under his breath:: Oh, #$%@%@ #$^* @%@ #$@!@% into yesterday.

Tri’lea took a last deep drink of her wine as Wil whispered expletives into his hands.

Ukinix: ::Head still in hands:: =/\= Alright.  Thank you, Lieutenants, you’re doing an amazing job as always.  Just um… the quicker the better, yeah? =/\=

Wong: =/\= Response =/\=

Kivik: =/\= Is there anything we can do to make your continued stay aboard the Daintree more comfortable? =/\=

oO Yes. Beam me into space. Oo

Tri’lea stood, rigid with righteous fury, and stormed across the room – setting her glass of wine in the replicator. She needed to escape.

Polgonz: Recycle.

With that, she walked out of the room and down the hall to her quarters. Slipping through the door, she shut it behind her and leaned back against it, holding a hand to her head to try and drown out her own thoughts. It didn’t help – she could still hear his muffled voice through the door.

Ukinix: =/\= Um – Just keep us posted.  And hurry. I mean, don’t rush the treatment too much, we want to get it right.  But also, quick sticks.  But not too much.  But don’t hang around either, some haste is good.  Ukinix out. =/\=

She pushed herself away from the door and tip-toed across the room… as if he wouldn’t know she were in there. She collapsed on her bed and sat against the wall, tucking her feet up.

Why did things have to be so complicated? Arranged Marriages were supposed to make things simpler not more… tumultuous. She could scarcely believe that he would have the gall to knock on her door – yet he did. A light, rapping, knock, followed by a moment’s pause.

Ukinix: Well at least they broke the sexual tension, right?

She scoffed… but knew he was right. There was tension. She had sensed it the moment they’d first met in the Outpost’s Terminal – and she had stoked it. First, she had told herself it was purely a bit of fun. Teasing the poor befuddled Starfleet Commander. Then, she had told herself it was a tactic – helping to get him on her side and be less of a thorn. Now… What excuse did she have now?

It wasn’t their symbiotic guests. It was her pushing back against the constraints of her mother’s rigid will. She wanted to make her own decisions – even if some of them were mistakes. Repercussions be damned… Tri’lea was a Daughter Ascendant of the Twentieth House of Betazed and she was free.

Polgonz: Enter.

END

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Tri'lea Doyoxo Polgonz (she/her)

Daughter Ascendant,

Twentieth House of Betazed

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