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Postby FSF Eris » Wed Jun 05, 2013 9:37 pm
Julia sat down next to her partner in crime for the night watch, taking out a ration pack. "Healthful and nutritious," she commented, gnawing on a stick of something. "Why did we order these packs?"
"You'd have to ask Madison. That's operations' responsibility." Atton replied, biting into the stick that Julia handed him. "Gods, these are really horrible."
"I may wound her when we return. Gods." She sighed, pulling out a flask. "How did we get this planet, anyway?"
He ignored the question entirely, focusing on the flask. "What is that?" It sounded more like a statement then a question.
"Nothing."
Julia took a long drink, then offered it to him. "Want some?"
"What the hell is wrong with you!" He hissed, as to not wake the rest of the sleeping away team not far away. He grabbed it out of her hand, taking a sniff. Wine. It was tolerable, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
He took a long swig, easily downing half the flask before handing it back to her. "I swear you do this just to aggravate me sometimes."
"Bacchus is not a god with whom one ought to trifle," she said. "Besides, when we were at base, I contacted my personal physician surrounding my... ailment."
She leisurely and daintily sipped. "He said that if I did not... overdo the matter, I could have wine occasionally. Besides, any Quintus child should be grown on the family vintage."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine, but would you stop acting like you're terminally ill. You're pregnant for gods sake. I can only imagine how you were as a child that would make you so afraid of having one of your own."
Julia sipped again, thoughtful. "I do not think I was particularly ill-mannered. I mostly do not like the idea of the entire crew -- and most of Starfleet -- eventually learning that I had a foolish liaison."
"The liason may have been foolish." He grabbed the flask, taking another sip. "But raising this child shows responsibility..." He trailed off, staring into the distance. The irony of him lecturing her on responsibility was not lost on him.
"Not that I'm one to talk on responsibility."
Both eyebrows raised. "I think that responsibility will not be on their minds, but amusement. But it is not on yours, which I appreciate."
He took another sip. "Well, to be honest, it is a little amusing." He flashed a boyish grin. "But your child doesn't deserve that. Besides, I can't make much fun of you when I came almost as close to being one fourth a parent myself."
He furrowed his brow. "Or was it one fifth..."
"Gods. I hardly survived with one parent without one of us eventually being wounded. How could a child ever get away with anything with four... or five... parents involved?"
His brows raised. "Wounded? Do I even want to know?"
"What? I may have been a girl, but I had plenty of opportunities for trouble. Especially since I had a parent doting on me. I could do whatever I liked." She shrugged. "I suppose I was only raised by one parent as well and did all right, even if the circumstances are different."
He chuckled. "I was probably worse then you. I actively worked to infuriate them. That's why ended up here in the first place. You'll do fine though, if you can command hundreds on one of the most advanced ships in the fleet, well, raising a child can't be worse."
"Besides, if the worst comes, you've always got me." Another grin.
Julia shot him a look. "My child does not need a luxuriant Betazoid as a role model. Can you imagine how he would turn out?" She gave him a speculative lookover. "Even if you did show potential by not throwing your weight around and having me thrown off this mission."
"Please. Kids love me." He sighed, leaning into the log they were resting against a little further. The wine was just enough to make this mess slightly comfortable. "You're welcome for that by the way. To be honest though, I don't plan to start 'throwing my weight around' until you...well...uh...start putting on weight."
"My weight has nothing to do with the quality of my commands," she pointed out. "And if I have an extra passenger along for the ride, as long as I can wear a uniform -- even if it is one made for an overweight Tellarite expecting a litter -- I am retaining that command."
"I don't want to take your command." He tried to give her a reassuring look. "But, you have to admit that there's going to come a time when little romps in the jungle like this aren't feasible."
"I will be the judge of that," she said firmly. "Though frankly, I would prefer the annoyance of looking and feeling like a hippopotamus to hiding the fact that I feel like death in the morning."
He smirked. "I'll have to take your word for it. It isn't all bad though. Eventually everyone will tell you you're glowing, and radiant and stuff." He took another sip. "And your breasts will get bigger. That's a plus."
Instantly her pleased look vanished. "You should not talk about such things, Mister Jetrel. Your thoughtful consideration of allowing me to do my job only will buy you so many points..."
"Oh don't get so offended. I'm trying to help you think of the positives." He took yet another sip. "Besides, its your fault that your wine has as much kick as it does."
"Now now, we have the finest wine in most of the galaxy," she commented. "You decided to drink half of the flask in two chugs!"
"Yeah, well better me then you given your situation." With that he finished off the flask, leaning further into log.
Julia started to laugh, then paused. "Did you hear that?"
Atton was a little bit more then comfortable now, and he struggled for a moment to pull himself up into a proper sitting position. He strained his ears before he heard it. It was some kind of a low, guttural moan....or groan...or something.
"What is that?"
"You are the telepath, you tell me..."