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The Lochees of Tinuë

Posted on Wed Nov 20th, 2019 @ 5:29pm by Commander Temerant Bast & Devan Kilvin & Joran Maratet

Mission: Reaching Out in Hope
Location: New Bajor
Timeline: MD9 - 0845 Hours

"Is there anything I can help you with, Commander?" asked Joran Maratet, a furrow on her brow adding a few wrinkles to her Bajoran nose. After the briefing she had hurried back to her office, and Bast's appearance was taking precious minutes out of her busy schedule.

"I'd like a few minutes with the Ambassador," replied Bast.

Joran hesitated. "I… The Ambassador likes to observe a certain protocol. All requests should be channeled through your captain, who would then transmit them to the Ambassador… or rather, to his Chief of Staff. Me." As she spoke, Mattie was sorting a pile of PaDDs on top of her desk, adding some to a second pile in order of priority, and discarding others in a recycling bin.

"This has nothing to do with the mission," interjected Bast.

"Ah… The Ambassador doesn't really take personal requests," she countered, tossing another handful of PaDDs into the garbage.

Bast felt his face flush as his temper was beginning to flare. "I'm not some courtesan seeking an audience with the King," he snapped, "though the Ambassador does act like one most of the time. I'm Commander Temerant Lochees Bast. Ambassador Devan Lochees Kilvin is my father."

Mattie stopped in mid-movement and gave him her full attention. "Oh," she said simply.

"You never considered the possibility that the Ambassador might have a family," deduced Bast. "Is he that much of an arrogant son of a bitch?"

Mattie looked at Bast and decided not to take the bait. She looked down at her desk and tapped her console to check the Ambassador's schedule. "He can see you now," she said simply.

Bast shot her a final look before stepping around her and walking into the Ambassador's office.

Devan Lochees Kilvin sat at a simple desk, in front of a set of massive viewports overlooking the valley below. The Ambassador looked up at his entrance.

"Tem," he said simply. "I was wondering if you were going to bother paying your old man a visit."

"I figured that if I waited for you to make the first move, I'd be waiting for a very long time," replied Temerant.

"What can I say, the FDC keeps me very busy," explained Kilvin.

"I know, I remember."

"How's the family?"

"Good, last I heard," said Temerant. "Arliden has a new book out. He's been getting good reviews, last time I checked he was in the top ten on all charts."

"Of course he'll be topping the charts, he's been at the top for the past fifteen years. But is the book any good?"

"I don't know, I haven't read it," replied Temerant.

"Any idea what it's about?"

"His usual themes," said Bast. "Divided family. Absent father."

Kilvin ignored the jibe. "And Denner and Auri?"

"Denner's doing good, he was just promoted to a managerial position at Tinuë Central Hospital. And Auri's latest restaurant is drawing massive crowds. There's a six-month waiting list for a reservation. They say it's the best restaurant Tinuë has seen in the last twenty years."

Kilvin grunted. "Your sister is an amazing chef," he replied. "Her only handicap is that she's not willing to leave Tinuë. Just imagine if she opened in Mak'ala. Or Andor, for that matter - the Andorians would go nuts for Trill cuisine."

"She's doing just fine," replied Temerant. "People come from all over Trill to eat at her place."

Kilvin gruffed and waved the subject aside. "How's your mother?"

"You know the rules," chided Temerant. "You know you're not allowed to ask about her. You weren't there when it mattered, you never checked in on her even when you were on Trill, you're not allowed to ask about her now that you're no longer together."

"How about I check in on you then?" asked Kilvin, his voice getting more agitated.

"That would be quite a change," shot back Temerant. "Three years since I've been Joined. You never once asked me how I was doing."

"You know my work keeps me very busy," complained Kilvin.

"Oh yes, I know," ironized Bast. "That's why we never saw you at family dinners when we were young, not even when you were on Trill."

Kilvin shot Bast a look, and remained silent for a few seconds, considering the man standing before him - his son, yet also a complete stranger.

"Is that why you came to see me? To settle the score?" asked Kilvin, bracing himself for a confrontation.

Temerant took a deep breath. "No," he said finally. "Believe it or not, I came to see how you were doing."

"Well," breathed Kilvin, "as you can see, I'm doing fine. You can tell the rest of the family that I'm doing fine."

Temerant nodded once, and turned to walk out the door.

"I've also been keeping an eye on you," called out Kilvin. "You seem to be doing fine too."

Temerant turned back to his father. "I am," he replied. "The Sentinel's a fine ship, with a fine crew. I'm proud to serve as her First Officer."

"That's good," replied Kilvin. "I read the report about the Orion theft. You handled yourself brilliantly. You haven't told your mother about it, have you?"

"Of course I didn't!" exclaimed Temerant. "There's absolutely no need to worry her about these kinds of things."

Kilvin nodded. Laurian would indeed be incredibly distraught to learn that her son had been kidnapped by Orion pirates, who had been intent on stealing an Intrepid-class starship from a Federation shipyard. "At least your next mission most likely won't be quite as eventful. We're working very hard to make sure your diplomatic staff is fully prepared."

Temerant nodded. "Good," he said.

"I need to get back to work," said Kilvin after a pause. "I'm glad you dropped by."

Temerant nodded, and turned back toward the door. The Ambassador did indeed have a lot of work to do - the Stakoron situation was not a simple one, and definitely required the expertise of Kilvin's extensive experience. Kilvin was more than a career diplomat. No less than three of the Kilvin symbiont's lifetimes had been spent in diplomatic service. The next few months, dealing not just with Stakoron II but with all of the worlds that had now been orphaned by the Dominion, were going to be some of the most challenging of his career.

 

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