Attack on Azzia
Posted on Wed Jul 18th, 2018 @ 1:47pm by
Edited on on Thu Jul 19th, 2018 @ 4:49am
558 words; about a 3 minute read
Mission:
Episode 4 - The Sum of Our Parts
Location: Azzian Ambassador's ship in Federation space near Batazed
Timeline: MD001 1400 hrs
May 28 2394 1400 hrs (relative time)
Richard sat gazing into the eyes of a woman he knew as Asha’gala Ve’hassi. Her pail hazel eyes were mesmerizing as the tall dark skinned woman gazed into his pale blue ones. Her long dark hair waved gently in the breeze that caressed her face. The gown she wore was definitely Azzian much like Fahli’ or Lie’hallah from the Prime universe would wear but she didn’t know either of them, at least in this dimension. Her bonds mate that sat across from her had six other women he was bonded with. There wasn’t any reason for him to even question the traditions of his people and neither did she enjoying her close relationship with each of these “sisters.”
The breeze was from the hologram not created on a Federation ship but an Azzian Ambassador ship. The holograms were a bit more intense, a bit richer and if you asked an Azzian, more real.” In a way they were because they replicated everything including plants as if they were the real thing, not just a wire frame with a simbulance of reality coated on top.
The pair were sitting at a round table with a white tablecloth draped across it. Dishes were set aside as their evening meal had been served and eaten. Birds flew overhead and chirped happily against the clear blue sky while the aroma of blooming flowers filled the air.
“How long before we reach Betazed?” The woman reached over taking the hand of her man, “I mean do we have time for…”
The man smiled raising an eyebrow that all depends if the captain….,” he stopped short of finishing his sentence as another woman appeared as if from nowhere and came walking up to them in her telepathic form.
She was in uniform, a deep midnight blue tunic buttoned on the right side with cranberry red piping and held together with a silvery brooch with a deep red and green stone just above the infinity symbol that represented the Azzian Empire.
“Captain Avi’doa,” Dav’orti said standing to his feet, “I thought our arrival was to be at 0900?”
His bond partner stood as well, a little slower and as she did her baby bump was much more noticeable. She came to stand beside richer with her eyes furrowing at the sudden appearance of the ships commanding officer, “is anything wrong?”
The woman’s face was grim, pale in what seemed to be from shock. She approached and curtsied out of respect, “Ambassador, Asha’gala, I apologize for interrupting but the trip to Betazed has been canceled.”
“Canceled,” Dav’orti said as his eyes widened, “has the Federation changed their mind?” He glanced over at the darker skinned woman and then back to the Captain with a rather alarmed look.
“The Klingons made it through the temporal anomaly and attacked Azzia,” the Captain said as she regained her composure, “we fought them off completely destroying their fleet of forty starship but…” She hesitated for a moment and then stated the worst, “it’s raining on Azzia.”
To Be Continued...
Lieutenant Commander Richard Ballston M.D. PsyD
Chief Medical Officer/Second Officer, USS Pioneer
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