[Backsim] Cross ship JP - Lt Meidra Sirin & Lt Ikaia Wong - Hungover on Vulcan, Part 6
Meidra Sirin
((Twenty one hours earlier - S'th'gee Clan Household, Grand Oasis, outskirts of Chi-ree, Xial, Vulcan))
Meidra and Ikaia made their way to the large doors leading to T’Mihn’s domain. The stillness of the cool Vulcan night was only interrupted by the chirping of nightbirds and the drunken conversation between friends.
Sirin: Now, you don’t say anything unless you are asked a question. And even ::hiccups:: even then - don’t reveal too much. T’Mihn is an old viper, she might look fangless, but she can still attack if you let your guard down.
Ikaia was very tipsy at this point. Attempting to out drink a Vulcan guard was a terrible idea. He wasn’t even sure HOW he came to that idea. He couldn’t even remember who won. Ikaia waved his hand. He had enough liquid courage in his system that he really had no sense of the danger he was in. His stance was wobbly and unsteady. He was clearly inebriated.
Wong: Ha nah…. I got this. I… I can do this. She’s probably actually not… not that bad….
The counselor shook her head, making her a bit dizzy. She knew that letting this poor innocent boy anywhere near the matriarch without protection was unacceptable. Alieth could not be here to watch over him, so Meidra would do so in her stead.
Sirin: I know you always want to see the best in people. ::beat:: Just follow my lead and don’t say too much. And...keep that hologram handy, we may find a… ::hiccup:: use for it.
Ikaia briefly attempted to think back to the hologram he had programmed back at the cantina. He did it more as a joke than to do anything serious. It had managed to give him a laugh.
Wong: Whaaat? The Flying Head? Pfff…. It’s hilarious. I… I dunno who the man’s head belongs to, though. Just some…. Uh… random officer I think…. Why do we need it….?
Sirin: I do not know. But all things can be used as a weapon if needed.
Further explanation was halted by the opening of the doors. There were no guards around, which instantly put Meidra on alert. If T’Mihn did not deem them a threat, she was up to something horrible.
T’Vel: We welcome you to our home.
The walk to T’Minh’s lair was mostly silent, broken up only by a wayward giggle from Meidra. She hated this place and didn’t feel like she’d ever be welcomed there, but it wasn’t going to hurt her as it had as a child. As she passed the ceremonial lirpa, she had a stray impulse to pull it off the wall and challenge the lady of the house to a duel.
Moments after they entered the room, T’Mihn did as well. Her expression seemed different somehow, like she was almost - content. This could not be good.
Sirin: T’sai T’Mihn, this one who comes to you is honoured by your presence.
T’Mihn stared at the two intruders in her home. She struggled to maintain her composure that Meidra had brought a Klingon spy into their sanctuary. Didn’t the little fool realize that Klingons could not be trusted? Even now, in the years after the Klingons had fought against the Federation, there were spies trying to weasel their way into secrets they had no business knowing. She could hear Sern speak to her and he was telling her that she must destroy Meidra and this - boy - before harm fell upon her house.
This was T’Mihn? She didn’t seem so scary to Ikaia. She looked downright pleasant! Maybe this was blown so out of proportion? Well… he had to think. Somehow. He needed to make a good first impression.
oO Okay, Brain. It’s first impression time! What…. What do we go with….?Oo
Wong: Haaaloooohaaaaaa!
That was definitely NOT subtle at all! In fact, that was quite loud and enthusiastic.
Meidra pinched the bridge of her nose, wondering how Alieth managed to avoid this situation. She decided to transport them to her cousin’s secured garage and borrow the yellow demon Alieth seemed to treasure. If they were going to survive this evening, they were going to need fast transportation that could not be traced like a transporter log.
Sirin: Ikaia...no.
T’Mihn: Welcome my children. This one before you is honored by your presence. ::motions to ornate chairs:: Come, sit. We have refreshments to replenish you from your long journey. Where is Alieth? I specifically requested her presence.
The old woman smiled placidly at these interlopers. How dare Meidra bring this - nirak into her home? A Klingon spy presented as possible kin. She took a cleansing breath, remembering the poison in her ring. Fussing over an ancient teapot, she shook the dust into the three mugs. They would all perish together if she could not get them to confess their treacherous behavior.
Sirin: On board her ship. The ship she’s on. Not on top of it, um…she’s in the ship. ::frowns:: Why isn’t she here? You should have invited her.
T’Mihn nodded. Obviously the Klingon infidel had gotten her drunk to learn clan secrets. It would be kind to kill her.
T’Vel entered with refreshments and slid a note to Meidra while T’Mihn’s back was turned.
T'Mihn: Perhaps next time.
Ikaia looked at the seats being offered. He wobbled his way over to it and sat down with a flop. Meidra quickly scanned the note and frowned.
Wong: Ah… tha… thank you. ::A glance at Sirin:: Seeeeee? Anyone who off…. Offers tea is a good person!
Sirin: Your standards are rather low. ::hiccups::
T'Mihn: Drink the tea, it is most pleasant.
Ikaia picked up a cup that was offered to him. He took a drink of the tea and a stupid smile crossed his face.
Wong: Woooow! This is good stuff…. It's got a kick to it….! Thaaanks….
Sirin: Drop that. ::slaps cup out of his hand::
T’Mihn: Perhaps you can inform me who I serve tea to this evening.
Wong: Oh… sorry….. My… my name is Ikaia Wong and I'm a goodest medical offi… officer and Physician Assistant. I'm a total cinnamon roooll…. A goodest boy! ::Hic!:: Oh, Meidra… your hiccups are contagious … maybe it's a new disease. We…. ::Hic!:: We should call it…. Wong-Sirin Syndrome…
That was FAR from being a good introduction!
T’Mihn: This is supposed to be Alieth’s replacement for Sern?
Sirin: Nen lhomek i skavdu tsifuzin. (You are tending a plant that is dead)
T'Mihn: Sern died only to be forgotten.
Ikaia curiously tilted his head. He really wasn’t sure what a “sern” was. Was this the Vulcan word for friend? Or something else? He kinda wished he spoke fluent Vulcan.
Wong: Ah…. what’s…. ::Hic!:: What’s a “sern?”
Sirin: He was T’Mihn’s grandson….and Alieth’s chosen bond mate.
T’Mihn: They were nothing to each other.
Ikaia was trying really hard to track on to what was being said. But it was like grasping at water. He was coming up with nothing. Meidra sighed, she was forgetting something important, but couldn’t remember what it was. Stupid chocolate martinis, she knew she should have stuck to Klingon blood wine once she’d started.
Wong: Wait whaaaat? Can you… you explain that to me again? I’m… ::Hic!:: supposed to be what...?
Meidra was getting some weird vibes off the old girl, and focused her energies on trying to read T’Mihn’s emotions. All she was getting was static. Something was wrong with the matriarch, besides the usual skulduggery and sense of superiority. She would have to be extra diligent in protecting Alieth’s innocent cinnamon roll of a friend.
Sirin: I’m not sure if anyone knows the answer to that question.
She slowly waved a hand in front of her face, struggling to recall if she should be seeing seven fingers on one hand. Shaking her head, she tried to focus on the crazy Vulcan lady who was calmly losing her mind. She knew she had to protect Alieth and this silly Klingon from T’Mihn.
T’Mihn: You are the one Alieth has chosen for her bond mate. Drink your tea.
It finally clicked inside of Ikaia’s alcohol-addled mind. This was NOT what he was expecting at all!
Wong: But… But Alieth is my friend. She’s cool and amazing and... awesome and so smart and she’s got… ::Hic!:: … she’s got this smile that I call the…. The Mona Lisa smile….. She doesn’t think I …. ::Hic!:: … notice it. But I do…. Best friend…. ever….
Sirin: She is a jewel that shines brightly ::hiccup:: in a sea of stars.
T’Mihn: The tea is getting cold ::pours Wong some more, fretting at the tea that has spilled onto the floor::
Ikaia couldn’t help but to giggle.
Wong: I…. I like everyone in this room. You’re all….. You’re all…. Fantastic.
Sirin: You should drink some water.
T’Mihn: You should drink some tea. I shall get you more.
Lieutenant JG Ikaia Wong
Physician Assistant
USS Veritas
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