"Deadbeat Cafe," Freeport 6 Bar and Grill

[Kyte_]

Fyre cursed loudly, knowing Matok was waiting for her, but she could not decide on what to wear... her destroyer, Chaogirl's.Pride was moored along side Freeport 6 for nearly ten minutes and she was still standing in her wardrobe debating. Finally... she settled on a nude sheen tunic. Her wounds now throbbing from Doc Holiday's healing touch. She would have to do something special for Doc and his wife, Midori, but for now... her warrior awaited her in the Deadbeat Cafe.

Fyre ordered the crew to stand down and enjoy themselves, as refit was coming and they deserved some liberty. Her first officer, bubbled with excitement, an emotional moment she allowed herself before her commander in private. " I'm so very happy for you, Ma'am!"

Fyre smiled at her and placed her left hand upon her shoulder, as her right was still quite sore.

"Thank you, Number 1, however... I need you to remain on the Pride with the Techs to ensure she's ready for Livida. You'll be taking her down there for refit, I'll be staying here. Understood?"

"Perfectly, Ma'am", came the reply.

"Number 1, in private... you may call me Fyre"

"Yes, Ma... Fyre", the words came out a bit awkward...

"As you were. I go.", with that Fyre departed, hopping a skiff to the Freeport.

Welcome to Freeport Six, Commander Fyre!... chimed the tin female voice of the Security Robot. Fyre ignored it and moved directly and deliberately into the main hallway toward the Cafe...

As she moved, she could feel her heart threatening to explode... she could feel her warrior's presence. She was still in her pain, but save the fresh wound... slightly exposed by the sheen tunic, one would not be able to tell at a casual glance, that there was anything amiss. Fyre took pride in her appearance... she never let them see her bleed... evidently, that was about to change. The Klingon way of life appealed to the warrior within her, but only Matok, whom she only referred to as "M", would ever subdue her, in and out of the bedchamber.

She vowed to keep his honor and to learn the ways of the Klingons, as their culture was now hers. Fyre fought to keep her pace... wanting to break into a full sprint, all the while knowing she would probably pass out again if she did. Her desire sometimes over takes her common sense where M was concerened. Upon arriving at the door, she placed her hand upon the bulkhead and took a moment. Breathing in and out. She was ready.

The doors opened to reveal the Deadbeat Cafe, and her patrons. Silence fell upon the room as she entered. All eyes were upon her. Fyre, walked with measured paces toward M, who was also silent... she moved to his side, slightly behind, in a respectful stance and addressed the patrons.

"What are you doing? I see a whole lot of gawking and very little drinking... Barkeep... BLOODWINE!", she bellowed...

Matok looked at his wife.

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