Star Trek: Starbase 777

To Lieutenant Allan Allen and Lieutenant Eshen K’Tann, Starbase 777 Hi! This is a very random message so it be kind of weird, but I wanted to send it anyway. Around this time last year you guys (I should probably be calling you sirs now, so you sirs?) were part of a raid on a Section 31 base. During it you met me. I was one of the guards, the one who kept kicking your transporter buffer thing and then helped you by throwing a grenade at the other Section 31 agents. Then we met on the station when all of the agents got broken out of the brig, and we got a bike with three seats and rode it all the way to engineering. I remember we had to jam it into the turbolift diagonally because it wouldn’t fit right with the big wheels and three seats. I still have the jacket with the spikes on the shoulders. I wanted to send this message to say thank you to you both. I had left home at sixteen because I was bored of school, but I just ended up getting recruited by Section 31 instead of doing anything cool. I was trapped there: I didn’t like what I was doing for them but there was nothing I could do about it. There was no way of escaping so I was just stuck. Section 31 have a thing where they indoctrinate you and make it seem like the bad things they do is for the safety of the Federation, so I thought that maybe I was doing the right thing. But when the raid happened, you made me see things right. x_divider

20:52

You guys/sirs didn’t see me as a bad guy. You gave me the chance to explain myself. You didn’t beam me straight to the brig. Instead you let me redeem myself too, and let me help fight back against Section 31. Then when we were on the station and everyone got broken out you didn’t straight up arrest me. You saw that I wasn’t going to be a threat and you treated me with kindness instead of seeing me as just another one of the bad guys. Both times I was doing something bad and working with bad people, but you gave me a chance anyway. You made me see that I didn’t have to be one of the bad guys any more: I could be myself instead. You guys are the reason my life got turned around. I had to go through court stuff and do community service and rehabilitation, and I’d say that was boring but it helped me to get back on track. I got to see my mam again, and I got to tell her how sorry I was for leaving home and for all of the stupid things that I had done. Then when I was doing community service I saw that doing even small things could help people, and it was helping me make up for the bad stuff that I had done. I worked out that I wanted to keep helping people, and keep making up for the bad stuff. I decided that I wanted to be like you guys. x_divider

20:52

It took some convincing but Starfleet likes helping rehabilitate people and to give them second chances. A couple of months ago I started out as a cadet at the Technical Academy on Mars. I would have gone to the normal academy but I don’t think I deserve to be an officer without making up for things first, and also I think my brain would explode if I had to do four years of learning. The Technical Academy is good though. It’s intense! It keeps me busy. I’ve joined to learn Operations things, and I think that maybe I want to be an engineer. I thought about going for that fancy Diplomatic Corps but I don’t think I’m good enough with words, but in Engineering I can learn how to build things and fix things and work on epic machines. I could work on a whole warp core one day. I’m already learning more discipline here. I’m learning to do things the Starfleet way instead of the Section 31 way, and that’s all because of you. So! Thank you, sirs, for the chance that you gave me. For being kind to me, and for treating me like a dumb teenager who had done dumb things instead of as a villain. I’m going to work hard and prove that I’m not one, and that I can be a good person who helps others, and that I can be a good Starfleet officer like you. Maybe one day we’ll meet again somewhere and I can show you the new and better me, too. You rock, sirs! See you out there one day and thank you again for like, everything! From, Cadet Derek Munro.

To Cadet Derek Munro DEREK HOLY SHIT ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

13:17

To Cadet Derek Munro Sorry, pressed send too early. But holy shit, dude, really, not weird at all, literally so great to hear from you! I'll literally never fucking forget when we rode that bike, man, that was literally soooo crazy and yeah, nah dude, you're literally such like.. you had good vibes, for real, like... being yourself is kinda just like... letting your own vibes come out, you know? Kinda crazy Starfleet likes to do that wild shit huh? But hey, I wouldn't be here if they didn't either, different situation on my end, but.. same prince libel on theirs. Principal? Principle? Whatever it is. Anywaaayys yeah they made me do the normal academy but y'know, given the choice, I think the technical academy's absolutely underrated, and hey, hey, listen, maybe you don't think you're good with words but... the message you just sent kinda tells me otherwise! Like, I mean, I'm not the best judge of that obviously, and well... I might be a little bit biased, and of course, you should do whatever you end up liking best, but... building and fixing epic machines is like, the best Starfleet job there is, and as someone who's worked on a whole warp core... you've fucking got this made, Derek. And like, I know I'm trying to play it so so cool right now and I don't have like a ton a ton of words, but your message like, actually made me cry, like, in a good way, and um... I'm really, really, fucking proud of you. Please don't ever ever hesitate to reach out for literally anything, whether it's an engineering question or just someone to talk to or to like play video games with or vouching for you to anyone to say hey, they're the coolest person I know, literally anything else, I'm totally here for you, okay? When we do eventually all meet up again please bring the jacket too, we gotta take some sweet group photos! oh and YOU rock too Derek, and don't you ever fucking forget it

From, Allan.

>>>To @Cpt. Mephistopheles Mo, I hope I got the formatting on this right! I am sending this message to inquire about the cats you advertised in the chatroom! Just wanted to check if there were any still available! Respectfully, Ensign Eiffel

Lieutenant Allan, Are you home at present? I’m not sure why I’m asking: I know you are. I asked the Computer first. The reason I ask is that I’m outside – as in, at your door – but I don’t want to disturb the Captain if he’s there. I realise in hindsight that I could also ask the Computer about the Captain’s whereabouts, but I’ve already typed this message so I might as well send it. In hindsight I also should have asked you if you were free first instead of showing up unannounced, but I’m here now, so if you are free then perhaps you would like to let me in? Alternatively, please feel free to tell me to bugger off. -Giles.

Allan had currently been occupied with other things. Other things including the most random of activities, some of which perhaps shouldn't be detailed out in such a post, but most of them quite simple in nature. What he was doing in this very present moment was something that was very simple to him, personally: building a miniscule version of a warp core, fully functional, within a tiny little chamber that would prevent anything harmful from escaping it. So how was he actually building it, you ask? With little tiny robot arms that he was controlling from his PADD. However, his robot-arm-controlling was interrupted by a message notification, and just as he was about to swipe it away for the next five minutes, he realized who it was: Giles!? Holy shit... he opened the notification immediately, a smile coming to his face as he actually read all of the words, laughing as he read the bit about knowing he was actually there but asking anyways. He simply reacted to the message with a heart emoji and then set the PADD down, opening the quarters doors after slipping on a red sweater (he'd taken it off while working, but he now had the full fit of the red sweater and Starfleet Shorts). "Yooo, of course you can come in, dude! Here, uhh-" if Giles did indeed follow him inside the room, he'd immediately notice that Allan stopped about 2 feet from the door, waiting until the man behind him also walked inside because there was a little baby gate blocking off the doorway from the rest of the living room, leaving some space for people to come inside. divider

02:48

"Sorry, this is sort of just to keep the uh," he took one of the culprits the gate was built for, a small black-and-white kitten that was currently mewing near the gate door, into his hand to hold it away while he opened the gate door for them both and then shut it again before some unseen kitten could run through it. "The little Bandititos out, have you seen them? They're pretty cute," he held up the one in his hands for Giles to look at closer, "You can hold 'im if you want, just be careful, yeah?"

The Trill had expected a "what the hell are you doing 1. on the station and 2. at my door" from the Lieutenant, but he should have known better. The word choice of "dude" and the elongated "yoooo" felt incredibly familiar, harkening back to a certain reply to a certain message last year. It was strange to think that the raid on the Section 31 base had taken place over a year ago now. Out of all of the things that he had done for Starfleet Intelligence he had to admit that co-ordinating the raid was easily one of the top highlights. Things had changed significantly since then; him leaving the station, the nearly-complete phase-out of his role at Intelligence... But at least he was here now, back on Starbase 777 (somewhere that felt more like home than his own accommodation on Earth did), and being given the opportunity to catch up with friends. Picking up on Allan’s sense of caution while entering, Giles was curious as to exactly what had warranted such a thing. After following behind Allan while making sure he wasn’t going to get in the way of anything, he gave a quick sweep of the quarters, squinting as he did so. What was the deal with the baby gate, he wondered… Until he picked up on the sound of mewing, and followed Allan’s own gaze down to the floor. Oh. That kitten was so small. So small that it almost concerned him – how could something so small exist? – but then he remembered that creatures far smaller were out there. Had he ever seen kittens before? In this lifetime or another? He couldn’t remember. But it didn’t matter. These one was certainly the most precious of them all. x_divider

23:02

After side-stepping through the gate as neatly as he could (while on the lookout to make sure another kitten didn’t try to escape), he looked to the one that Allan was holding up. “’Pretty cute,’ Lieutenant Allen? Look at it, it’s precious.... And so small. I’d uhm, better not hold him-“ unsteady hands didn’t equal the most careful, “- but honestly, I think that kitten might be in the running for the most adorable thing I’ve seen this year.” Dagis’s new puppy was also up there on that list. It was difficult competition indeed. “How old is it – or they? Are there more of them?”

Yeah, Allan was never the sort of person to ask questions right off the bat. The protocol was to do whatever, have fun, ask questions later, unless said questions were something direly important, which asking as to why Giles was here was not. The point was that he was here at all, and that was something Allan would remain entirely grateful for right now. He continued to hold the baby kitten in his hands as Giles stared down at it, watching it squirm in his hands as if it desperately wanted to run about, but eventually it calmed and laid its little head down against Allan's palm. "Precious, yeah, man, there's not enough words in every language to describe them," he laughed, tilting his head to the side. "Better ... better not? C'monnn, I mean, unless you're allergic or something, but I mean, fuck dude, if you're allergic, we might as well go somewhere else, they're uh, kinda everywhere," he looked around the room and indeed there seemed to be a Banditito or two in different corners of the living area of the quarters, and while there were surely some others in the spare bedroom they essentially dedicated to the kittens' and their mother's enjoyment, one could also spot two kittens off to the side playfully batting at eachother and then getting distracted with some sort of plush toy. "66," Allan said after a second of thought to Giles's question, "September 23, and today is the 28 of Novem- yeah, that'd be about 66 days old, 2ish months, really, damn, and yeah, there's more..." he blinked as he looked at the now calm kitten in his palm, and held it out to Giles again, "you're sure? If you're scared she'll run, I can like uh, guard your hands kinda, like, spot you," he said, sort of attempting to gesture what he meant by that, moving one of his hands perpendicular to his other so it former a sort of wall or corner for the Banditito. "I dunno if that uh.. makes any sense?"

He could have protested. He really considered protesting, given that he was significantly terrified of dropping the kitten – heaven forbid how he would have responded if someone had tried to get him to hold an actual child – but… How could you say no to them? How could you say no to the most precious fuzzy little face? They were adorable. He reckoned that one of these little animals would be enough to make even the most stoic Section 31 officers cave. The fact that there was more than just one of them could have brought down multiple of them at once. He gave a quick look around the room so he could pick out the others, trying to take note of where they were so none of them ended up getting underfoot… But given how fast this one had been squirming about, he figured that keeping track of them all may be somewhat of a futile endeavour. “There are sixty-six of them?” He asked and could only blink incredulously – it wasn’t as if he was an expert on animals (there were so many of them from so many different worlds,) but sixty-six kittens from one cat seemed uhm… Disproportionate, in his mathematical wisdom. It was then that he realised that Allan wasn’t talking about the first part of his question – it was about about how old they were. “Oh, that makes more sense. I was concerned, there. And I…” He started at the kitten in Allan’s hands again for a moment longer before he made his decision. “Oh, go on then,” he replied and very very gingerly took the kitten in both hands. The Trill proceeded to stand there as still as a statue, holding this small cat as if it were actually the most priceless and fragile thing in the universe and that the slightest movement might break it. His voice lowered to a whisper (even though seconds ago they had been talking normally), just in case. “Look, Lieutenant Allan. I’m holding it.” An obvious statement, if any.

Allan laughed loudly when Giles had asked if there were sixty-six kittens. God, what a fucking nightmare that would be. I mean, it wasn't like he didn't love these kittens very dearly, but sixty-six of them... especially all in their quarters, would be... impossible, actually, and terrifyingly so. Sixty-six Bandititos though would most certainly be enough to take down the most fierce of enemies. Any of them. "No, oh, man... sixty-six of these.." he continued laughing, stopping while wiping a little tear from his eyes (listen, laughing, seeing a friend for the first time in a long time, and holding a baby kitten all made for tears - good ones, but tears nonetheless) when Giles looked at the kitten in his hands again. After giving the other a smile that practically read off as 'come on, you know you want to', he seemed ecstatic when Giles did decide to hold the kitten in both his hands. Despite the fact that his friend seemed to be holding her just fine, Allan did as he'd said he'd do, holding his hands slightly below and to the side of Giles's just in case the kitten did decide to scatter. "You are!" He nodded, his voice at a quieter tone than normal, though not quite a whisper. "One of the first people outside of the Captain, myself, and the vet to hold a Banditita, truly amazing, really," he chuckled and tilted his head to look at the kitten, and then back at Giles. If he looked at the kitten closer, he would also begin to notice that the black pattern on the black-and-white cat made it appear like she had a little eyepatch on.

A Secret Santa gift arrived for Allan: Allan’s gift was a really rather small box wrapped in brown natural paper with a pattern of illustrated outlines of symbols typically associated with winter spread across it, including snowflakes and evergreen trees. The box was so small it actually fit in the palm of your hand, but within that box was a microstorage card and a tightly folded letter. The letter read: “Lt. Allan Allen. I believe it is standard for a ‘Secret Santa’ to attempt to guess what their recipient would like to receive based on what information they either currently know or can find about them. As such, I chose to theme your gift around your specialisation within Engineering. The micorstorage card contains a digital download for a book covering the history of Vulcan computer sciences, including coding methods and the evolution of our computers. I hope you will find it agreeable.”

In response, he almost jumped at Allan’s laugh, startled… But then as the humour of his statement set in, he couldn’t help but chuckle too. It really had been a downright stupid question. There had been a time where he would have been horrified at asking something so painfully daft. But here, he was well aware that Allan wasn’t laughing at him, it genuinely was just amusing – and so he laughed as well. It didn’t take him long to quieten down though, given how he didn’t want to scare the cat. There was a moment of him simply staring at the kitten held in both hands in awe, and then he snapped out of it and looked back to Allan and speaking normally this time – although perhaps still a little quieter than normal, just in case he startled the kitten. For now he had a good hold on it at least. “Why, it’s an honour, then,” he replied while giving a smile, although eyebrows had raised in surprise at what Allan had said. He’d have expected masses to flock to see animals this cute – although perhaps Allan had kept it on the down-low, given that they were so young. Again, he didn’t know enough about cats to know what was the appropriate age for them to be fawned over and held and whatnot. “Now, becoming the godfather?” The word pitched up into a question at the end, unsure of what the term for the guardian of kittens should be. “Of a bunch of kittens aside – you really must get me up to date with everything that I’ve missed. You’re the ACEO, you have ‘Lieutenant’ written on your door, minus the ‘Junior Grade’ – and you’re sharing quarters with the station commander?” He gave a short laugh and shook his head. “I can’t believe I’ve missed all of this.”

"An honor I'm glad to give to none other than yourself," Allan replied with a smile and a head tilt, genuinely glad that his friend could be one of the first people to hold one of the kittens - they were definitely keeping it a closed circle for now due to just how many people would probably be willing to see them, especially since they were the station commander's, that ought to have had some bearing on their popularity... "This one ah, specifically is a Banditita, but um - well, we haven't actually named any of them yet, yeah? So right now they're Bandititos and Bandititas, 'cause uh, yeah, well - like, they're Bandit's kittens, and they're tiny, so.." He tilted his head when Giles said 'godfather'. "Wait, the godfather of... the Bandititos? I think that's the Captain, since, you know, Bandit's ... or does that make him the grandfather..." he blinked, choosing not to think about the realm of possibilities and instead kept his eyes on the kitten his friend was holding. "Oh! Yeah, so like, ya know, I had already kinda been doing like, ACEO stuff on the downlow, right? Like, all this organizational shit, being Alizati's little helper guy, you know, uh, not exactly like that, but you know what I mean, right? And uhhh, yeah, then after that I got a promotion I think like, a few weeks ago? Something like that? The Furberus gave me the pip, it was great, dude, oh my God, and oh yeah, the station commander's a great kisser, soooo..." He stopped talking and laughed a little nervously, shaking his head. "Nahh, nah, it was like, more than that, like, I mean - we're dating, but also, like, I dunno, he didn't have anyone else in his quarters sooo... natural choice, really."

He couldn't quite understand all of what Lieutenant Allen said but he made a good attempt remain attentive either way. Despite the explanation that the nickname was due to them being Bandit's kittens, the Banditito/Banditita joke flew totally past his head. With Standard being spoken throughout all of the Federation (never mind just Earth), it meant that his knowledge on other Earth languages was very limited. As such, the gender rules and further suffixes which formed the joke was unfortunately unknown to him. What was equally beyond him was the mention of the 'Furberus'. He would have presumed that it was the name of whoever had conducted Lieutenant Allan’s promotion, but names didn’t typically have ‘the’ at the start. A rank or title that he hadn’t heard of before, then? He was curious, but he figured that there were better things to discuss. “It sounds as though I’ve missed a fair bit,” he mused in response to what the Lieutenant - not-Junior-Grade, and ACEO of all things too! - had said. An eyebrow had been raised at the talk of the station commander’s kissing abilities, but that was all. “- And that I’m not as in the know as I should be, for an Intelligence officer. We practically pride ourselves on collecting ship or starbase gossip.” The Trill spoke with an amused tone there, but it wasn’t completely a lie. Some were like neighbours at one another’s fence, gossiping away. “But either way, it’s also a lot to congratulate you on. I’m glad that your hard work is being recognised. You certainly deserve the promotion, and I’m sure that you’ll be an asset to Engineering in the position of ACEO.” From where he had stood, idly shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he continued to carefully hold the kitten in his hands, he looked back to Allan for a moment. He fixed the ACEO with a smile - one that actually conveyed a dash of pride towards his friend. “They’d be silly if they didn't give you the job."

"Yeah! But hey, hey, now that you're back, like, we can start doing things aga- I mean - like, you know, the spa day I promised, and like - wait, did I ever ask if you liked Kal-toh? That's what the Furberus," who was still on the mind to the engineer, "was like, originally for - still is? But like they're going to help out Alizati's little sister so like, that's cool, but they'll be so deaaarly missed, so even if you don't know how to play, it's worth trying to play a game against them! Just to do it, you know? Like yeaaah okay you're an intelligence officer and supposed to known gossip or whatever but you're an intelligence officer 'cause you're like... intelligent," he said with a straight face for only a few seconds before he started laughing. "Nah, nah, I know like - I mean, fuck, you are hella intelligent but like, I know there's more... to it than that. Obviously." Lest he forget that intel was what he was originally offered before he insisted on going into engineering instead. When the other complimented him the grin on his face softened, before he heard that last little bit and looked at his friend again and that smile he was giving him and fuck, why was it always the smallest of things that made him blush nowadays? Someone could tell him the raunchiest suggestion on earth and he'd take it so casually, and yet he could hardly take a compliment in regards to his actual qualities as a person, especially relating to his work, without acting like he'd never received one. "Please," was the first word that came out of his mouth as he laughed a little, shaking his head a little before he looked at the kitten again and then back to Giles, "no, really, thank you, but I - I mean, what are you doing now? Obviously back here to kick ass again, yeah?" He said with a little smirk, and he looked at the little antique coffee machine Mo had. "Do you like coffee, by the way...?"

”You know, I don’t actually know who the ‘Furberus’ is…” He confessed, feeling a little daft given that Allan spoke of this person so highly. “But I do enjoy kal-toh. Perhaps I ought to meet… Whoever they are? And no coffee – but thank you for the offer.” He had listened intently while Allan talked, quite happy to let him go on enthusiastically. Giles’ opting to talk about the kal-toh first was almost a calculated measure; focus on the good things so they would hopefully loop back to that when he had to turn the conversation disappointing instead. Allan’s talk about how they could start doing things again now that he was back left him with a sinking feeling that he really didn’t like. How he wished that he could stay here and do activities with Allan, play kal-toh with this ‘Fubrerus,’ ‘kick ass’ as well, perhaps… But it was already pre-determined that his time on the station was going to be short. They might have enough time for a spa day, but he predicted that was about it. “I… I’m afraid I won’t be aboard the station for very long, actually.” The Trill used the kitten still held in both hands as an excuse to look away. Arms growing tired from holding them so tensely in the same position, he very slowly and carefully manoeuvred the kitten so it could sit in the crook of his arms if he folded them instead; a similar way to where you might place a baby's head while holding it. “I’m uhm – not back to ‘kick ass again,’ unfortunately. I’m playing field docent for the Symbiosis Commission. There’s a candidate aboard who’s in the last stages of the initiate programme, so I’m here to observe them and then let the Commission know what I think.” It was something that he hadn’t done in lifetimes and also something that he’d much rather not be doing, but if it got Ruhko back into the Commission’s good books then so be it. “It’s unlikely that it’ll take very long… But we might have time for a spa day at the very least.”

"Ohhhhhhh!" Allan said this as if he had made the most profound realization, laughing as he looked back at Giles, rolling his eyes. "God, I'm like - I should have explained that, yeah? I'm so sorry, yeah, so the Furberus is like, a little uh, technically they're Alizati's pet, they have three heads, Bir, Ikki, and Yuch, but they're like... suuuper good at Kal-toh. Like, crazy good, because that's sort of their purpose. I've helped Alizati with some improvements to them over the years, and - oh wait! I have pictures, hold on..." he then walked over to the couch where he'd left his PADD, gesturing for his friend to follow if he so wished, and picked up his PADD, abandoning the programme he'd been using to control the tiny robot arms building the tiny warp core on the coffee table. "You should absolutely play with them, they'd have a lot of fun! Every game helps them build their algorithm," he said with a very proud grin as he then turned his PADD around to show Giles the Furberus images, some of them complete with the bowties and top hats. "Ehhh, doing a top secret observation mission is pretty kick-ass, if you ask me," the engineer just assumed that 'observe them' meant secretly for some reason, "just like... you know when people write essays, and they put more words in there to like, make the pages longer? Totally never done that, but like, you know what I mean, you could totally do that with this, right? But like hey, even if it's just a spa day, I'm suuuper glad to have you back, dude," he looked back up from his PADD and smiled at Giles, not too much unlike an excited puppy. Or kitten, maybe? "Like, spa day, and then like - you know, a Kal-toh game with the Furberus wouldn't take too long, surely you could fit that in somewhere, right?"

The Trill followed behind Allan – it wasn’t as if the sofa was far, but his gaze was continually case downwards just in case some other kitten attempted to scurry underfoot. The existing kitten that he was holding (did it have a name?) remained cautiously placed in the crook of his folded arms. He looked between it, the floor, it, the floor – how Allan kept tabs on these kittens, Giles had no idea. He had only been here for all of ten minutes and he was already finding it tiring. He had worked out that the Furberus couldn’t be an organic living pet, given that pets didn’t generally have the purpose of being good at specific games, nor could they be improved… And then there was the mention of algorithms. Nope, definitely not a normal pet. Somehow he had remained focussed on that instead of the mention of ‘three heads’ so when Allan flipped the PADD to display the pictures, Giles was caught completely off guard. “Oh,” he started, giving a strained smile that even he couldn’t stop from looking forced. “Wow. That… Really is something!” He wasn’t going to insult something that Allan had worked on (nor what was reportedly the pet of the CEO,) but what the ever-loving fuck was that? “That’s… A very interesting pet!” x_divider

14:57

“I uhm… Yes, perhaps I should meet them. Maybe.” Staring at the screen for a moment too long, trying to work out exactly what he was looking at, it took conscious effort to tear his gaze away. Did the bowties and top hats negate the creepy-factor? He didn’t think so. “As for the rest – it’s not a ‘top secret observation mission,’ doing that would probably be counted as stalking… It’s more like you shadow someone to see how they work and interact with others, to make sure that they seem suitable to be a host and won’t… You know, turn into the next Trill dictator starting out on a three-hundred year long reign or something. The Commission are punctual, they want reviews done within specific timeframes…” Despite the statement he gave a short shrug and a reassuring smile. Being back aboard was an opportunity that he wasn't going to waste. “But I’ll be certain to find the time, regardless."

Usually, the strategy for Allan was to shuffle his feet on the floor, that way he wouldn't step on any kittens and also the kittens would be able to hear him coming better. Very effective. But so was looking down at the floor itself! When he sat down on the couch and showed Giles the Furberus pics, he tried to keep a simple smile on his face when his friend very obviously forced one, a reaction he was definitely used to receiving when he showed others the Furberus, and as a result, he started laughing, shaking his head as he shut the screen off on the PADD so Giles no longer had to look at it. "Aw, dude, you don't-" some more laughter, "you don't gotta pretend it doesn't scare the shit outta you, it's okay, I.. I also reacted like that when I first met them, don't worry, and - hey, I can meet them with you if it makes you more comfortable. Or you don't have to meet them at all! Totally up to you, but they really are one of the best Kal-toh players on the station," he put the PADD back onto the coffee table and turned to face Giles again as he listened to him talk about how the shadowing actually worked. "Ohhh, yeah... have there... have there been Trill dictators with a three-hundred year long reign before..?" He asked, after all, it seemed like an awfully specific scenario, and... he also was absolute shit about anything that wasn't fairly recent or Earth history, and even then, his knowledge was pretty spotty on those if they weren't things he had heard a lot of from people. divider

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"Welllll, specific timeframe it is, we can work with it, fuck yeah, just like, I dunno, we can uh, compare our calendars and shit? Like.." he turned on his PADD screen and quickly clicked away from the image of the Furberus still on screen to go to his calendar. "I'm pretty open, honestly! Like, part of being ACEO is I'm hella busy, but it also means I can be a little more flexible with my schedule 'cause I can also move around - well, after I ask 'em, 'cause it'd be kinda rude to just move someone else for personal shit, but like, I can move other people's schedules, so like, that's convienient."

The Trill could only blink when Allan laughed, temporarily confused… But then the explanation cleared things up. It would appear that even his Intelligence training couldn’t keep the emotions on his face from being plainly readable when it came to that… Furberus, whatever it was. “Oh, thank God,” he said to Allan’s reassurance about pretending… And then he couldn’t help but laugh too, giving a slow shake of his head. “I’m sorry – I don’t want to sound rude, I know that’s someone’s pet and that you’ve worked on its programming… But – it’s the necks. Why are they so long? Why does it even have three heads? Did Lieutenant Commander tr’Kota design it?” If so, then he had some serious questions for the CEO… Namely: what the fuck. Or perhaps, why the fuck. With less swearing should the conversation actually happen instead of just being in his head, of course. “I’ll… Consider it for now.” Having stopped so he could squint at Allan’s PADD screen and scrutinise the pictures of the Furberus, he realised that he was stood there just… Looming over Allan who had sat down. He hadn’t exactly been invited but he wasn’t going to stand there awkwardly, and so he opted to take a seat beside Allan in the far corner of the sofa. He had a thing for preferring to be right in the corner. He did so slowly, carefully. Was it to make sure that he wouldn’t jostle the kitten still curled in the crook of his arm? Was it to minimise the risk of him somehow breaking multiple bones as he did so? The answer was both. x_divider

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“As for Trill dictators, I don’t think anyone’s hit three-hundred years… But you’d be surprised. I don’t know much of it, but apparently in the Mirror Universe, it’s common practice for a host to basically only be a host. The symbiont is the person who holds the identity, so each new host just carries on from the last instead of being counted as a whole new person. You can keep business running for an indefinite amount of time.” Of course, he wasn’t sure how much of that was true. The majority of interactions between this universe and the mirror one were brief; details were still limited. He peered over to Allan’s PADD screen as he talked, not looking at the details but just the parts of the calendar that were marked as busy. Surely they’d be able to find some time. “Long-lived species can do it too. An El-Aurian can be a prolific criminal for hundreds of years, provided that they don’t get caught.”

Allan simply shook his head when Giles apologized. "Nah, nah, you don't gotta be sorry, don't worry about it, really! Like, obviously yeah, it's Alizati's pet and yeaaah, I did some of the programming but like, I can still admit the effect it has on people, and the effect is it scares the shit out of people," he laughed again, "and yeahhh, he did design it! Honestly, the inner workings are pretty cool, but obviously- you know, that's me saying that as an engineer, disregarding the... outward appearance." He kept an eye on the kitten as Giles sat down, not that he was worried, but - okay, well he was a little worried but he would be like that with anyone. And would probably be more worried if certain friends of his were holding it - like Rai, for example. If anything, the kitten seemed to be quite comfortable - curling more into the crook of his arm and seeming to have fallen asleep. "Huh... I didn't know shit about that, honestly. The only thing I know about the mirror universe is who was hottest over there and apparently, it's most people," he shrugged, "but like, there's also a high likelihood of getting killed? So you know, 5/10, 5 points for the hot people, -5 for the chance of death, maybe -1 for the possibility of a 300 year reigning Trill dictator?" He tilted his PADD up a little to make it easier for Giles to see the calendar, mentally noting in his head what he could possibly move around if Giles for some reason had none of that time available. "That's true, yeah! Like, a criminal from the Prolific, that's an ocean, right? But hey, the thing is like, being caught, yeah? So like, a dictator would be pretty noticeable," what a very smart and intelligent observation, Allan, "oh! Speaking of not getting caught, check this shit out..." divider

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And then Allan proceeded to do three things for the next few minutes, half-hours, or even hours: showed Giles what he thought was a very unique application of his time a.k.a. the mini nearly functional warp core on his coffee table, in general talked with his friend about a whole other myriad of topics and actually planned the spa day, and, of course, most importantly - had a wonderful time catching up with someone who meant a lot to him, which - at the end of the day, made everything up here in the middle of space a lot more worth it.

A message arrived to Allan’s PADD and/or console.

Lieutenant Allen, Why is it that recently when I hear anything from Intelligence, 777 comes up – and sometimes even your name does, too? It would appear that the division has taken a liking to your starbase and now you’re trusted with doing things for them. I heard about the terrasphere (well, somewhat. I heard rumours and did a little digging that I shouldn’t have been digging through. No one’s going to find out that I went digging, unless you go about telling them. Should I set this message to self-destruct a couple of minutes after you’ve opened it?) Anyway – I heard that you were the recipient of a Karagite Order of Heroism. I wanted to offer my congratulations – but also add that I heard that things weren’t exactly easy on that mission, and that you may have been hurt. I hope that you’re recovering well from whatever happened there, be it physical or mental. I truly wish that these missions were safer. I’m aware that it’s in the job description of a Starfleet officer and all that, throwing yourself head-first into danger to ensure other people’s safety, but still – it worries me. I wouldn’t want to see you hurt. Unfortunately, I’m away from the station now, but if you want to talk about anything that happened (be it for some emotional reassurance or simply to complain) then please feel free to message me any time. That goes for anything, actually, not just in relation to that mission. I’m going to be notoriously bored from now on, and I’ll miss the station’s gossip. Please do keep in touch, and I’ll do the same. Yours, Giles.

After getting embarrassingly lost in all the corridors of the station, Sakchai finally found Allan's quarters. All of his troubles would have been solved had he just looked up ACEO Allan Allen, but alas he was here literally shifting through every Allan on the station. Sakchai was thankful he didn't have much to do that week. He was still trying to skillfully ghost his Romulan family who had been trying to get in touch with him about some wedding. Sakchai was a social creature, but around friends, not random strangers who were apparently somehow also part of his family. Well, anyway, Sakchai rang the buzzer on the door and stood back. He wore the most boring of outfits, some gray sweatpants and an orange t-shirt, the same one he wore in capture the flag, with orange team's logo on it.

Allan answered the door in a pair of black shorts and a tshirt, also a quite "boring" outfit if one were to call casual boring. Casual was comfortable. Casual was cool! At least to Allan. He let the door open, holding back two cats from escaping through it while the third - the mother of the two - remained a bit farther back. "Sakchai! Hey, hey, sorry, I know this is like, our second time meeting? But come on in, um - want anything to drink?"

"Kiba,” Sakchai waved his hand as he gave the casual Cardassian greeting. The full term was the mouthful 'Kiba'avzayn', but no one had time to say that so just 'Kiba' was usually fine and understood so the UT didn't need to translate it. "Yeah our second meeting, and sure I'll take whatever you have, I'm not picky," He said as he looked to see two terran cats at Allan's feet. Upon further inspection he saw there was a third cat in the room, how cute! Sakchai thought cats were much cuter than voles, he didn't know why some Cardassians wanted to domesticate them when humans had much cuter and similar sized animals.

"Well, I've got just about everything in the universe," Allan laughed, walking over to the replicator and slapping it (affectionately). As he walked over there, the two cats followed him over, while the third went and sat down on one of the couches as if it was hers. And to be fair, it was. "Don't mind the cats by the way, ah, that's just Bandit and her Bandititos, well - they have names, too, um, Pirate and Zo, 'cause of their patterns and all, just like their mom, but... oh, if you're allergic, though, I can put them into the other room for a bit?" He asked, replicating a chocolate milk for himself.

Sakchai's eyes widened at the replicator slap before bursting out laughing. He had never seen anyone SLAP the replicator for no reason. He stepped into the room carefully so he wouldn't accidentally hit a cat. Sakchai was a tall and lorge guy after all. It was his Cardassian mother's genes if anyone could believe that. "Ban... ditos? Ohh cute names," Sakchai responded. "I am not aware of any allergies and I feel fine now so I think if allergies were a problem I'd feel it by now? Aside from like, Mol'Rihan, I haven't really been outside of Cardassian space," Sakchai stated with a soft smile. "Can.. Can I pet them? Is that appropriate? My ex sister in law had a neiirrh that stabbed me when I tried to pet it. Nasty little thing. It's a Romulan bird of prey that according to her, hated Cardassians because we smelled or something. I don't think we smell any more than any other species."

Allan laughed when Sakchai did - he usually found laughter contagious, and this was no exception. "Bandititos! The mom," he gestured to where Bandit had laid down on the couch, "is named Bandit, so adding an -ito, it means, ah, tiny Bandits, basically, even though they're not so tiny anymore." Cats really grew up so fast, he'd found out! "You know," he said as he took the chocolate milk and then looked at the replicator again, "I thought you were saying you were allergic to Mol'Rihan for a second there. So you want me to just randomize a drink here..? And yeah, you can pet them, just be careful with Pirate, he gets scared a little easily," he explained, and then started to lean against the wall. "That sucks that your ex sister in law let their neiirrh stab you, that-" the gears in his head turned for a moment, his jaw dropping a little as he realized, "ohh, that bitch.. okay, yeah, I.. see how that happened. Fuck, dude, I'm sorry."

"Oh I see. Is it like the terran snack Dorito? So the mother is Dor? Dor is the mother of all these spiced terran crisps?" Sakchai asked, thinking he was being really insightful there connecting the logic. He knelt down and stretched out his two-fingered hand so he could pet Pirate. He made sure to move slowly so he wouldn't frighten him. "Random is fine, and honestly, I do feel like I'm allergic to Mol'Rihan," Sakchai joked. "Yeah, yeah, I think you know her, Valleka t'Rylov. Dastardly woman. She hated yamok sauce, always talked shit about Cardassians. I don't know, I feel like bringing up The Occupation is a pretty low blow especially considering Reman slavery was a lot more recent," Sakchai scowled and shook his head, He didn't have any good things to say about Valleka and Sakchai was the type to always speak his mind. "So... What did she do to you?"

"I-" Allan couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter when Sakchai asked about the terran chip brand from yeaaaars ago, watching as the other pet Pirate, who had a distinct pattern of a black fur 'eyepatch' which gave him his name. Meanwhile, Zo, who appeared to have a heart pattern on both her nose and her chest, ran on over to headbump Sakchai's hand, clearly also wanting pets. "Nah, I don't... I mean, I dunno the origin of the chip name, but like, you're kinda right? 'Dorado' isn't really a noun, it's more of an adjective, unless they meant the fish? But it's not a very fish-y chip, so I kinda doubt that. But yeah, they added -ito to the end of it, but the made it a contraction, I guess? I dunno," he shrugged, and then hit a button on the replicator to replicate a random drink. It decided to replicate a Paloma, which was a cocktail made with tequila, lime juice, and grapefruit-flavored soda. Upon seeing it replicate, Allan made another one for himself, despite the tart taste greatly contrasting his chocolate milk - it was alright, he'd just drink one before the other. "Hated yamok sauce?" He rolled his eyes, although he bit his tongue to not say anything when Sakchai mentioned the Occupation, sort of disagreeing with the logic there. Yeah, Valleka saying shit about the Occupation was pretty shitty, but he wasn't sure that... well, he wasn't going to really start saying anything about it when the topic at hand was Valleka and her crimes. "So uh, I guess what didn't she do," he handed Sakchai the drink and sat down on the couch next to Bandit. divider

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"I mean, the first time I met her, she said some crazy 'joke' about being a Tal Shiar agent. Like, deadass, just walked in and said 'oh, yeah, my guard is here because I'm an undercover Tal Shiar agent'. Should've recorded that shit. She literally kept it up for so long, too? And then like, immediately after that, she said some crazy spacist shit about Remans, like, right off the bat. It was really fucking weird, considering none of us in the room were Reman and she just said that shit. And I was like, hey, that's spacist as fuck, and she goes 'oh, there's no Remans here, so I can say whatever I want'. No fucking cap." He rolled his eyes, this whole time being very animated with the way he talked with his gestures, clearly more and more upset as he recalled the memory. "And only then after we keep calling her out and tell her she can't have booty shorts if she's spacist does she go 'oh, actually I'm not a Tal Shiar agent and I'm a senator and I am very pro Reman and love Remans, my fiance is Reman, and I work with a lot of Reman senators' and all that fucking bullshit. And then she also tried to claim it was a 'cultural misunderstanding' and tried to fucking say that it was tooootally normal to call Remans dirty on Mol'Rihan as if, like, I didn't know that was total bullshit. And it was a whole fucking thing."

There was enough attention to go around! Sakchai extended his other hand so now he could DOUBLE PET the two cats that were both vying for his affections. He was happy to give such affections too, it wasn't often that animals liked him, especially not cute ones. He got some attention from voles in the past, but they were mostly intersted in him because at the time, he had food in his hand. "Oh I see, so it is not a child of Dor?" The logic was intriguing and a little confusing, however Sakchai was going to roll with it. Sakchai stopped petting the cats so he could stand up and take the drink from Allan and join him on the sofa. The taste of the drink made him think it was a soft drink of some sort? But then the bite of the alchohol (or synthahol, he wasn't sure) hit him and he realised it was a cocktail. Not bad. Sakchai was a typical Cardassian who enjoyed adult beverages in moderation. "Oh, yikes, but I can see her doing that. She'd say those words straight to my face too," Sakchai grimaced when he thought back to his dozens of conversations with her. "She was pretty abrasive towards everyone in the house, I can't think of anyone she was actually nice to," Now that Sakchai thought about it, the Rylov estate was a pretty horrible place to live. It was one of the reasons he hated Mol'Rihan so much when he first moved there. divider

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The rolled eyes and animated gestures added to Allan's character and Sakchai couldn't help but be amused. "Just for shorts?" Sakchai raised his eyebrow ridges, the little spoon-shaped ridge on his forehead wrinkling along with the expression. "I was a little upset because me and Doha, Valleka's sister and my wife, wanted to start a family. We didn't because our house was not condusive to raising a child, it is honestly something I regret. Even if Doha's fate was the same, I would have liked to have fulfilled that goal of ours," Sakchai sipped his cocktail and sighed. "Do you know what Valleka is doing now? I have been purposfully avoiding Mol'Rihan."

The very young cats very much enjoyed the double pets, so much so that they hopped onto the couch to join their mother after Sakchai sat down, causing Bandit to do a big stretch before getting up and moving to go sip some water near the replicator. "Nah, -ito just means like, tiny, not child," he said, taking a small sip of the Paloma. "Holy fuck, she would? Damn, we.." he frowned, the fact that she wasn't nice to anyone? He supposed it made sense, considering she killed her father and sister, but like... still... "Yeah, literally, she came over to get a pair of shorts. And it devolved into claiming to be Tal Shiar and being spacist. Fucking ridiculous, I'm glad Rennie cut that shit off," he said before listening to Sakchai explain more about Doha and himself, leaning his elbow against the top of the sofa as Zo and Pirate curled up next to Sakchai for more pets but also to curl up and start to sleep. "Man, I'm... sorry, really, I can't... well, she's a fucking senator, actually," he said, but the more he thought about it, especially in light of what Sakchai had just said, "not for long, though, right? I mean, fuck, she did so much - there's ought to be a way to get her kicked out for all this shit."

"Oh I see, tiny..." Sakchai nodded in acknowledgement, making sure to add this to his list of xenolinguistic knowledge. He didn't know when he'd need it, maybe he'd be in a situation where knowing the meaning of 'ito' could save a life.. or his life? Who knew. "Yeah, she is pretty well known within our family to be manipulative and mean. The frustrating thing is she's actually well liked publicly. She puts on a good image to others," Sakchai sighed as he sipped his drink. "... Rennie?" Sakchai didn't recognise the name, he was no one in the Rylov or Valdore house as far as he knew. "Was this Rennie person also from the Rylov house?" Sakchai asked for clarification as he was unsure what 'cut that shit off' meant. He assumed that 'Rennie' was another one of Valleka's unfortunate associates. He reached down to alternate between petting Pirate and Zo, using his five-fingered hand whilst his two fingered one held his glass. Very skillfully too, he could really hold a whole glass with just two fingers, no thumb. "She's starting to lose favour with the public. I don't really know if we can do anything, we're aliens," Sakchai shrugged and shook his head. "Well, I am half Romulan, but to Romulans I just look Cardassian. Which I guess is ok, but unless you looked at my ears or my unusually angled ridges around my eyes I don't think anyone would know. I feel like we'd need like... a fully Romulan representative or something, who knew the legal and political system."

"A good image to others. Yeah, she kind of did a piss-poor job at that talking to two ensigns she'd just met, but.." it was sort of pointless to keep thinking about how much it sucked, but fuck, it was kind of ridiculous, wasn't it? "Renakir Solait ir-Biscae tr'Torre'vnau. He was engaged to her, some political arrangement, but I sort of went up to his door after that incident, never having met the guy, and said hey, man, this bitch is spacist. And we're uh, actually quite close now, strangely enough." "Starting? Well," he laughed, looking over at Sakchai with a sly grin, "we can speed up the process, my friend. Who gives a fuck about us being aliens? We're trying to get her to lose favor with people who hate spacism, so they won't be spacist themselves, ya know? Especially if you're half Romulan, and - I mean, I've got a lot of Reman friends, they're Romulan by every right as well," he said, taking out his PADD to bring up Valleka's government page or whatever she had. "I know how to get the attention of people. Trust. I mean, I got the attention of the entire universe when I was a kid, this can't be that much harder, right?"

Sakchai's eyes widened as Allan laid down the very long Romulan name. Sakchai was half Romulan and spoke Rihannsu decently well, but even he couldn't wrap his tongue around half of the names he heard. "Umm.. Holy shit, that name," He said with a laugh as if he also didn't have a double-- well triple name in his case. Sakchai was just a nickname, he had a normal Cardassian and Romulan name, "Quite close now? Oh," Sakchai stopped petting the cats for a moment so he could lift his glass with both hands to sip. "mm... I mean we need some Romulan influence. I know D'Tan is pretty open about stuff, but if Romulans like anything, it's politics and debates... With other Romulans," Sakchail lifted his two-fingered hand and opened and closed his fist. Not sure what the gesture was supposed to mean, but it was cute to see his lil hand flex. "Entire universe? Damn, what did you do? Don't tell me you also exploded a star, my dad's friends did that... 'allegedly'," Sakchai said, making 'air quotes' with his fingers.

"Quite a name, isn't it?" Allan smiled, nodding when Sakchai asked about them being quite close to confirm that information. After drinking the rest of his drink (and now being able to move on to his chocolate milk), he got up to refill the cats' food bowls before he forgot - which, of course, caused the cats to all follow behind him up from off the couch. "We need... Sakchai," he said, placing his glass down to look at the man with a slight furrow of his eyebrows, a little confused, "Romulan influence, yes, I'm in agreement - any Romulan citizen would do, no?" He watched the hand motion, and sat back down as the kitties ate their food, sitting next to Sakchai, in the gap that was between the two men before. "Summer of 2404, hacked Starfleet. Huge thing. Got me here," he was pretty good at giving the super brief summary at this point.

"And I thought just being S'Tcaevra Brekorr was a mouthful," Sakchai laughed more, finding it amusing that there were others in the same position as him with the long names. He shifted his weight on the sofa so the cats could bounce up when Allan went to refill their food bowls. He watched with a smile, the terran critters were very cute. Sakchai put his empty glass down when Allan returned, leaning back a little to be a comfortable Romulan distance apart. Allan was human, but Sakchai still had that paranoia drilled into him, not from his upbringing, but by being around his Romulan family for so long as an adult. "Y-yeah uh, any Romulan citizen but I mean, technically I'm a Romulan citizen. We should probably have a good lawyer or something, I don't know anything about Romulan law or politics, I'm just a Cardassian guy," Sakchai admitted with a nervous chuckle. "Oh hacking Starfleet, that's whack, but also kinda cool," Sakchai clasped his hands together. "So... Wait so what's our plan again? We're gonna.. sue Valleka? Do some expose column or something?"

"Nope, S'Tcaevra Brekorr is a pretty good mouthful to be honest with you," Allan said, fully recognizing the meaning behind his words. "I'm just Allan Allen, it's nothing, like.. particularly interesting, but that just means that me, myself, has to be interesting," he laughed, and leaned his side against the back of the couch to turn and speak to Sakchai, head resting in his palm as he leaned his elbow at the top of the sofa as well. "Yeah... any citizen of Mol'Rihan will work, yeah... and I mean, hacking Starfleet.. it was kinda fun, not gonna lie, but I was also, like, an edgy teenager." He laughed again when Sakchai asked him what the plan was, as if it was obvious. Valleka had really been doing this shit for far too long, it seemed, and Allan wasn't going to just sit here and do some... whatever an 'expose column' was, he had no fucking clue, he just wanted Valleka out of the senate, and preferably, behind bars. "Um, Sakchai... we're going to wreck her shit, is what we're going to do."

"You don't know the dozen times I had to tell my Romulan coworkers they did not have to address me as S'Tcaevra Brekorr," Sakchai was used to Cardassians who mainly addressed others by their surnames and whilst tr'Valdore wasn't much easier to say, it was one name. "Allan Allen- okay now that's a name," Sakchai laughed when he heard the engineer's name. Allan Allen may have sounded slightly different to one who spoke Standard, but Sakchai didn't and it sounded like Allan had exactly the same first and last name. Now Sakchai wondered if there was a Romulan with a name like that,, like Valdore tr'Valdore since Valdore was also technically a first name. "Edggy teen? Me too, but like. Cardassian so I was loud," Sakchai said with a laugh, shaking his head and then opened and closed his lil hand. "Wreck her-- oh my elements, ALLAN!" Sakchai bursted into laughter, his deep voice easily filling the room. "Well... I do know a lawyer. She was the one that defended me in my murder trial, I think the name was Rh'vaurek tr'Khellian?"

"So you prefer Sakchai, then?" Allan asked, wanting to make sure he was addressing him by whatever he preferred to be called, chuckling when he commented on his own name. "Yeah, yeah, it's - it's a little silly, but it stuck well, I can't say it hasn't done me a bunch of favors," he admitted. It was very easy for people to remember, and gimmicky enough for people to really remember it. "You think I wasn't loud? Hell, I'm still loud," he laughed, winking at Sakchai just to be a little silly, and when the other started laughing, he couldn't help but laugh too. "I mean, am I fucking wrong??" he laughed again, and then his eyes widened when Sakchair mentioned his lawyer. "Yeah, Rilek! I mean, she's the reason I learned about all this in the first place, remember?"

"Please do. S'Tcaevra also sounds like my brother's name -- S'Ten. I really don't know why it feels like Vulcanoids have a book of like 20 names, but it does. We're worse than that one country on earth where everyone is named like.. I don't know.. Nguyen or something," Vietnam, Sakchai was talking about Vietnam and their unoriginal last names. He laughed at Allan explaining how his name was so iconic. It was, Allan Allen, rolled off the tip of his tongue. "Oh yeah! You told me, yeah yeah, she's on this station. To be honest... this is gonna sound silly, but they scare me. They were my lawyer but the whole time I was talking with them they were giving me judgemental looks," Sakchai was unsure what was just Rilek's natural gaze and what was a judgemental one. To him, she always seemed like she was judging him. "So... what is our end goal gonna be? Get Valleka thrown out of the senate? That'd leave. An empty seat, I guess people could just elect someone else?"

"Aw, c'mon, there's so many unique Vulcan names," Allan said, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture, "like, I think you just tend to have similar names in the same family, or something? Or maybe your family's just weird like that," he giggled a little and turned so he was leaning against the back of the couch again, still with his head turned towards Sakchai. "She is, yeah! Not scary at all, though, I'm not sure why they would've judged you? I mean, that's like, the judge's job, right? If she was gonna judge anyone, hell, it'd definitely be me, but we get along, uh... quite well," that was probably a good word choice to use. "Mhmm. Get her thrown out of the senate first and foremost. Maybe a tomato or two thrown at her. Or a milkshake spilled on her. But uh, the senate's the most important," his eyes widened as he realized the main thing she actually did, "oh! And jail, fuck. Jail's the second important. Hopefully you can't be in the senate from jail."

"Considering my dads adopted my brother before me, I think there was some secret brain to brain communication with my biological dad maybe," Even though that was completely impossible especially considering Sakchai's dad was lightyears away and also why would some nice gay Vulcans have some sort of telepathy with a Romulan facist guy? Anyway. "She has a very overwhelming presence, I think because she may still view my house as ... major? We're not, but our name is fancy, one of my ancestors made the Valdore class, I think, hence the name," Sakchai explained with a chuckle, pointing to himself. He didn't catch on what Allan meant by get along 'quite well'. "Yeah get her thrown out and-- what's a tomato and what's a milkshake?" Sakchai asked, assuming they were weapons of some sort? Why else would Allan want them thrown at her? "And I'm not sure if you can be in the senate from jail, I think you're not allowed to even serve on the senate if you're a convicted felon," Sakchai mentioned, wondering if that could even be possible. "So... I guess I'll leave the lawyer talk to you? Rh'vaurek-- er Rilek is nice, but a little intense for me. I'll support in other ways, I am head of my house, not that it really matters since we have no political sway and one of our members is actually in prison, eh..."

"Mm, yeah, brain to brain communication..." he thought a minute about how that could work, he didn't think telepathic species had anything long-distance, but maybe there some species out there that did... that would be interesting. He'd have to look it up. "Something like that. More likely just coincidence, though, I guess - but.. yeah, I guess Rilek is sort of overwhelming? But like..." He leaned his head down on the top of the couch again, wondering really if he should say much at all, so he just kept it simple. "Like, in a good way. It's kind of what I like, in pretty specific... contexts." Hopefully that made the 'quite well' phrasing a little bit clearer. "A tomato is uh, a squishy terran fruit, very bad if it gets all over you, um... milkshake is like, ice cream and milk and such all blended up and it's sooo good, you want one, actually? I can like, make one real quick, but yeah, I dunno the rules, but I can know the rules, but... yeah, we gotta have both. I don't really know lawyer talk either, but I... know how to talk to Rilek.." he smiled, sitting up again and sipping his chocolate milk now that he'd finished his Paloma. "Okay, so... I talk to Rilek, then get back to you about it..? We're gonna fucking kick her ass, I swear to you. For Doha. For, honestly, the good of Mol'Rihan too with that bitch still on the senate making god knows what kind of decisions."

Sakchai chuckled a little thinking about if brain to brain communication was even possible at long ranges. Probably not considering Vulcans were touch telepaths. He looked at Allan as he leaned his head down on the top of the sofa and decided to do the same! It seemed comfortable so why not? Sakchai's neck was much thicker than Allan's though, it was the scales and the Cardassian genes that gave him the thicc'est of necks. It wasn't clear if that trait also applied to other parts of the body, maybe Allan would find out in the future. "Oh! That sounds pleasant, the milkshake, not the tomato," Sakchai laughed and sat up. "Yeah I'll take a milkshake, Erebus yeah! For the good of Mol'Rihan! I trust in your... Rilek-whispering," Sakchai was honestly just relieved that he didn't have to interact with Rilek anymore. She wasn't mean or anything, but Sakchai clearly did not have the gift of communication with her like Allan did. He wasn't sure what 'specific contexts' was, but if Allan got the job done it was all good. "I think Doha would be happy to know we got Valleka kicked out. I don't know what will happen to the Rylov house, but I can't think of a good person left there. Doha is gone, my father in law is also gone, I left... Yeah, let's do this!" He did a little fist pump with his two-fingered hand that formed a lil fist, it was very cute!

Allan laughed when Sakchai said 'Rilek-whispering', and nodded firmly in agreement with Sakchai talking about Doha probably being happy to know they got Valleka kicked out. He wasn't going to mention the possible ghost summoning. Not yet. He'd probably mention it to Rilek first if anything. "Hell fucking yeah," he said with a grin as he held out his own fist for a fist bump. "So, the milkshake..." and then he walked over to the replicator. "What flavor ya want? If you've had ice cream before, pretty much any ice cream flavor can be a milkshake, but they've also got crazy cool candy combos and stuff, I think I'm gonna get a pineapple one myself since I've already had the chocolate milk, but... just lemme know what you want, and I can go ahead and put it in, and oooh, they're also good with whipped cream and a cherry on top, so let me know if you want that too..." he probably yapped for a while about the different things one could do with milkshakes, and then, of course, Sakchai and Allan decided on what flavors to make and had delicious milkshakes! A perfect conclusion after making a plan to kick someone out of the Romulan senate.