Edun of Two

Posted on Sat Feb 11th, 2017 @ 11:41pm by

Mission: Mission 3 - Negligence
Location: Private Quarters
637 words - 1.3 OF Standard Post Measure

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His quarters were ... unacceptable ...

Sanuye walked through the rooms, shaking his head as he did so. Everything aobut his life had changed. Literally, everything. And if this was the place where he started anew, he needed to be comfortable here. He needed this place to feel ... like home. And so, he set to work. He removed the furniture, piece by piece, and felt himself breathe easier as the space opened up.

With that done, he returned to a marketplace he had seen in his wanderings, far enough from the spaceport for the local merchants to show their wares and used some of the latinum he had earned in the past year to make a few strategic purchases. Then finally returned to his campsite where Cinon greeted him with exuberant affection. It was well known among his people that a bonded Dusai did not like to be long separated. The two sat together for awhile, while Sanuye stroked the silky fur and spoke to him, in high Kulathi, a language forbidden to speak to outworlders, and explained his service and how things would be.

The Dusai rose to his feet and turned his muzzle toward the spaceport. Sanuye grinned having long since given up trying to figure out how Cinon figured such things out. He gathered his meager belongings and together, they walked back to the spaceport and onto the Mary Rose.

(( Later ))

When the last of the deliveries had arrived, the last piece put in place, his quarters appeared vastly different than before. They were as Kulathi as quarters on a ship could be.

The sleeping area had a soft rug on the floor and on that was a double-wide mat with a few pillows and several blankets, done in golds and greens with a touch of warm brown in the patterns. A low wooden chest sat at the foot and in that, he placed his clothes, his Jetai, the training rods for Shonai, and other things. Those things that the Amrazi had given to all of the Azhadi before they boarded the ships that were already waiting to take him off world. Two small tables, cut to a height suitable for someone sleeping on the ground, one on either side of the bed, held clusters of candles.

In the main room, another soft rug was spread and on that, in the center, was large wooden table, set low, hand crafted and rubbed to warm patina. Around the table were several pillows because Azhadi were most comfortable sitting cross legged on the ground. In the center of the table was a small braiser and a cluster of candles to mimic the firelight he remembered. To one side was a set of low shelves and on those shelves were a couple of hand-woven baskets, one already containing fruit, some bowls and cups made by an elderly woman in what she proclaimed was the ancient way, a pot for brewing 'tcha and a few canisters. What would seem like meager belongings were in fact the most he had ever owned.

He knew a moment of shame as he dropped to one of the cushions. Cinon crowded close, radiating comfort, and Sanuye found his hand reaching for the soft silky fur. A warrior owned himself and his weapons. Nothing more. Everything else belonged to the Edun, the tribe. To own all this, to share nothing, seemed wrong.

"This is the way it is," he said to Cinon, this time in Federation Standard. "We together must be our own Edun."

Cinon rolled onto his back, exposing his belly, and Sanuye laughed, his mood lightening at the blatant plea. "Yes, my friend, I shall act the Amrazi for you," he said as he began to scratch the Dusai in all his favorite places.

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Sanuye
Chief of Security
SS Mary Rose