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Lakarian City: Cardassia Prime, Republic of Cardassia

Stardate: 54513.2

The sea outside the Imperial jenSa''s palace balcony was beginning to glow red with the last light of day as Tigranian walked into his living room. He grunted as he unbuckled his grey leather cuirass and dropped it onto a chair. Then, he lifted the heavy klongat fur and chain mail undershirt over his head and then let it drop to the carpeted floor with a satisfying thud. After over fourteen hours, he felt like he could finally breathe again. He pulled his sweat-soaked undershirt away from his skin a few times to promote a bit of air flow.

"Why is it always so ghuy'cha hot on this planet?" he muttered as he collapsed onto the couch and pulled off his long, leather boots. "Ohhh, after a long day, that's better than sex…"

"I'm gonna remember you said that, Stud," Laria said walking in from the bedroom. "Also, I've told you a million times we have an armor stand in the closet for a reason!" Laria said walking over to a table to pick up a few PADDs.

"I finally did it," Tigranian said with a grin on his face. "I finally made it home before dark. We can have the whole evening with just the two of us."

"Sweetheart, I love you," Laria said furrowing her brow, "but no we won't. Remember, I'm taking the nentay around the moons of Cardassia VIII tonight to test our impulse upgrades, remember?"

"I thought that was tomorrow night!" Tigranian said with crushing disappointment.

"I said Thursday night, Babe," Laria said with a shrug as she adjusted her grey armored vest more snugly around her waist.

"By Kahless," Tigranian said rubbing his eyes. "I spend the entire day thinking it was Wednesday. I still haven't completely adjusted back to the Klingon calendar yet. Can't you reschedule?"

"Daniel," Laria said apologetically as she walked over and took a seat next to him. "I'm sorry, but I'm that ship's captain and what does a ship's captain do?"

"She stays with her ship when it needs her…" Tigranian muttered.

"That's right," she said patting him on the chest before standing back up.

"When are we ever actually going to spend time together?" he said. "We always seem to be working now."

"You're an Imperial jenSa'' and I'm a flagship HoD. Both of us have a lot of responsibilities now," she shrugged. "We'll find time. However, General," she said putting her hands on her hips. "You have earned yourself a night off. Relax."

"What I am supposed to do alone on Cardassia?" he asked.

"You can head over to the leSjuHmey on the other side of the compound for a sauna and some bloodwine. You can work out. You can go to the capital and grab a nice dinner and a holosuite…"

"I didn't really want to leave the house again," he replied.

"Then sit right here and enjoy yourself. I finally hacked the holoscreen to get both Klingon and Federation channels. Watch a movie or some trash tv."

"It has been awhile since I get to see my cooking shows…" he muttered.

"There you go!" Laria said grabbing her kit bag.

"But what Klingon general watches Terran cooking shows?" he said to himself self-consciously.

"One like you!" Laria said turning back towards him. She leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips. "You wear the armor. It doesn't wear you. Never forget who you are."

"You're amazing," he said softly.

"I know," she said bobbing her hide to the side, "and I love you, but right now this captain's gotta go. See you in the morning!"

"Love you, too!" he shouted back as she headed out. "Qapla'!" The only response he got was a closing door. He found himself alone. "Great…" he muttered.

He briefly considered attacking the massive pile of reports awaiting review in his terminal's in-box, however, Tigranian finally decided against it. Then, he realized there was someone he hadn't spoken to in a while.

He reached over to a side table, picked up a PADD, and looked up Annabeth's personal subspace code on the Pershing. He keyed it in and let it ring once, twice, three, then four times. Finally, after the fifth attempt, a pre-recorded computer message played:

"The Starfleet member you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. If you desire to leave a voice or written message, you may do so at this time. Otherwise, please try again later. Thank you for using Fednet Subpace Service."

Tigranian keyed his PADD.

"Annabeth, it's Dan. Just calling to see how things are going. Congratulations, Captain Geist. I heard the admiralty finally made a smart decision and gave you the chair permanently. Lady Blackjack couldn't have gone to a better officer.

Please call me back when you get a chance. I really want to speak with you. And please let the whole team know that Laria and I miss them every day. Also," he paused briefly, "could you tell Max that his qa'vav still thinks about him every day and can't wait to see him again. All the best to you and Alex. Talk to you soon. Bye."

He hung up.

"Well," he muttered to himself as he threw the PADD onto the couch. "I guess she's busy tonight too…

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