#44 Working Her Way Around

Posted on Fri Jun 17th, 2022 @ 6:05pm by

Mission: Rescue On Romulus
Location: various
Timeline: current

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Zenni Kahn had gone to Green's quarters, the XO's quarters, and removed all traces of Lize. As she had done so she discovered that Kelliza had kept a trinket from each past life, to help her keep her memories straight. So, seeing that, Zenni chose an item that both she and Kahn appreciated and kept it for herself. The rest would be sent to Kelliza's family, even if they didn't really know her anymore. Once joined, the host becomes another person by no fault of their own. The joining did that.

She had spent hours in her quarters, naked and sitting lotus on her bed, working through memory after memory. Once dressed she then went through the records, finding a tertiary lab set up way down in the Secondary Hull. Far away from prying eyes and constant interruption. She earmarked it for herself and then moved a great many tomes and actual books to the space, building shleving to hold them all. Hand written accounts of archaeology from around the known galaxy. And, she had added several of her own notebooks as she observed and came up with a hypothesis for the subject. Once that was done she then worked into the early morning to establish a safe and shielded device to hold tests in energy and propulsion. All the safeties were in place.

Hours after that Zenni found herself in the main lounge, an empty mug in her grip as she had just downed the dregs. Yes, she was drunk. And being drunk she found her eyes wandering over the room, looking at both male and female bodies in form fitting clothing. Both looked real good. But, she thought, that's what happens when I used to have a penis...several times. She grinend to herself at that, clacking the bottom of her mug on the bar. "Khali-fal, please."

The bartender came over, smiling at her patron as she poured another mug full of khali-fal, the Romulan legal liquor, and a replacement for when Ale couldn't be had. "Slow down, Zenni. You're teetering on too much, or just enough."

"Once more unto the breach," said Zenni, giggling like a drunk person as she sipped her drink. "Last one, promise."

The bartender got sarcastic, having known Liza quite well. "Ya know, I've never heard that one before. You sure?"

"Posi..." her voice trailed off as Zenni tried to remember the word. "Posi-tabulous."

The bartender smiled and shook her head. "Okay, last one for sure. You got someone to hold your hair?"

Zenni's alcohol addled brain didn't catch up. "My hair? Why would anyone want to hold my hair?"

"Oh my, she's an innocent," stated the Bartender, to herself, mainly. "When you are hurling into the toilet, dear Zenni. Always nice to have a sister to hold your hair so it doesn't end up in the vomit infused water."

"Water?" Zenni downed the rest of her mug and set it on her napkin. "I'll have you know I am always well-hydrated." She tried to give a cynical curtsy but lost her footing and hit the deck. Laughing the whole time, of course.

"You look it," said the bartender. She helped the Trill back to standing, even if she heavily leaned on the bar. "Hey, head up, no sleeping."

"I'm going home, I don need this...ab-yuse." Zenni began to weave-walk out the door. The Bartender called Security and let them know, just in case she needed aid.

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