A Little Shuttle Has A Story To Tell Part 4

Posted on Wed Feb 5th, 2020 @ 7:42pm by Captain Rueben Gregnol & Chief Helmsman Eden Bowers

Mission: Mission 10 - Temperance
Location: Type 11 Shuttle, Port Side of the Yeager
Timeline: MD 09 14:45
1804 words - 3.6 OF Standard Post Measure

Zaza was bored of waiting now. They had been waiting nearly a week with barely any contact from Lihau, he did not trust the Trill at all but it was not his call. It was all secrete and Zaza was bored of it, he needed to get on a bigger ship urgently before his cabin fever started to get to him more. He slammed down the hypo spanner and laid back down properly looking up at the ceiling trying to tame the emotions inside of him.

"Careful!" Ona said coming up behind him. "What's this about?" She asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. She picked up a leg, took off a boot and rubbed the foot under the sock. It wasn't completely unusual for him to lose control of his emotions but she hated when he did it. It made her really uncomfortable and want to fix things.

The man hadn't realised she was anywhere near his bunk at all and sighed even more. "I am bored Ona." The man said simply resisting the urge to pull his foot back from her in annoyance but it was her and he could not be that cruel.

"Okay, what can I do to help?" She asked, sensing the tension in his voice. "You could write a letter to Meja? I'm sure someone would read it to her. Write her a story. You know she loves your stories." He wouldn't be able to get it to her right away, but Ona knew their daughter would appreciate it.

"I have done that." He said slowly standing up. If she could sense the tension in his voice it was nothing to the tension he was feeling in his body, it was like he was a spring just waiting to be released. "Why is it taking so long?" Zaza was never quite as tense as that at all, he was normally a lot calmer and composed despite the two conflicting species he came from.

Ona didn't pretend she didn't know what he was talking about. "There are lots of reasons," she said putting on her command hat. "She may have run into trouble, she's observing and keeping a low profile. For all, we know the ship is crawling with crew from the old constitution class ship. She knows what she's doing."

"Sure she does." The man said leaning against the small console looking at his reflection. His eyes were wild and he looked flushed. "You should have sent me." Zaza turned and looked at her. He really thought he should have been sent instead of the Trill.

Ona moved to sit with her body turned toward him. "Are you under the impression that I thought you couldn't handle it?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "Because you know I have total faith in you. We've been together a long time, I know what you are capable of."

"Maybe." He muttered turning away again. He was prone to rage but it was nothing like this. "I need to go for a walk or something," Zaza admitted not knowing where exactly he would walk to but he needed to do something to calm down and escape the four walls.

"Okay," Ona said patiently. There wasn't much for a walk around here but he needed to move, to free his body from this tension. Honestly, she didn't know what to do with him when he was like this. "Want me to break something so you can fix it?"

Zaza glances back at the woman and shook his head. “Do not dare.” He hissed before he paled trying to work out where the anger and annoyance was coming from. It was not something he had felt before. “Yes. A walk I need a walk.” He decided moving to splash some water on his face quickly.

"Okay," Ona said again. "Go walk. I'll leave you alone." She had her mind sent on sitting at the helm and just staring out into space. If there wasn't much she could do to help Zee, then she would just stay out of the way.

The man nodded and slipped out of the room. There was not exactly far he could go, it was a case and going back and forth, around and around for an hour or so until his balance returned and he found Ona again.

Ona let him go and sat there in silence for a minute trying to center herself in all of his chaos. She didn't like waiting either, but she was calmer about it. She knew they had to wait for the right moment for this to be successful.

“I think I know why I have Cabin Fever." He admitted leaning against the door to the bridge watching her, he did not know where Atyss was but he was glad the Andorian was not around.

"Why is that?" Ona asked, still cautious about talking to him with his weird and restless behavior. She swiveled her chair to look at him directly.

Zaza almost looked embarrassed to be stood there. “I think it is my time.” He winced knowing it was the worst time ever to have Pon Farr hit.

Ona blinked, she hadn't expected that answer at all. In fact, she had no idea what he was talking about. She uncrossed her legs and leaned toward him a little bit. "What? I don't understand."

"You know..." They had discussed the possibility of Pon Farr many times and the man was squirming with having to say the two words aloud. "I think I am having a neurochemical imbalance." He hinted knowing he had barely a week to sort himself out.

It took her a few seconds more of staring at him before things clicked in her brain and she caught on. "Ohhhhh!" She said rather loudly than she meant to. "Well . . . that's easily amended, isn't it? You know I'm yours," she whispered much more quietly as she stood up and approached him.

The man held up a finger to stop her approach. He needed space to focus and try and organise his thoughts. "We do not have time and I am not having that Andorian or Trill discussing it." Zaza reminded her stepping in enough to allow the door to slid to a close.

She folded her arms in front of her chest. "Then what are you going to do?" She was frustrated and trying not to show it. Ona almost felt as if he were blaming her for what was happening to him.

"I do not know but I can't here and now give into things now can I?" He reminded her of the bigger picture, the cause needed this ship.

"I haven't forgotten," Ona snapped back. If everything was her fault, how was she supposed to fix it? She sat down in the chair again and turned it so she was facing out the viewscreen again.

"I have a few days." The man said simply scrubbing at his face as he tried to focus. She was not getting what he was saying at all. The small ship was too confined and it would not be easy.

"Okay," she said, pulling her knees up to her chest. "I guess you better sit down and think about things then."

"I cannot take you from your duties." He reminded her softly as he slowly approached. He would not touch her but he would get closer. He would allow himself that weakness for a few moments before he went to lock himself somewhere.

She could feel him move, his breath was almost on the back of her neck. Ona turned her head, curious about what he was doing. She felt her earlier feelings of rejection slowly seep out of her. If he didn't want to solve the Pon Farr that way, then what was he going to do? "What are you thinking?"

"Many things cannot be discussed in this place with so few hiding places." He was lucky they had bunks, it was an upgrade from the last mission ship they had gone on where there had been a lot more sharing that he was used to.

She stiffened again. He was so cryptic sometimes it drove her nuts. Letting out a sigh and stood up. "I'm going to bed. Have someone wake me if anything changes."

The man paused at her words and the expression on her face that told him he was being an ass, if he was being annoying so was she and growled lowly in his throat at the thought. "Fine. I will stay here." He did not expect her to brush by him at all and glanced down at here her hand had touched his in the cramped space. One second he was telling himself to not even attempt to come close and the next he had gripped her close.

One nearly squeaked out a surprised response to suddenly being grabbed. Despite his occasional mood swings she'd never had cause to be afraid of Zee before . . . . but she was uncertain now. She stared at him wide eyed but didn't try to pull away.

The fear he saw on her face normally would have stopped him dead in the water but he just stared at her more intently. It was like hours had passed before his grip on her relaxed and his hand moved to her hair brushing a piece away from her face.

Ona followed his hand with her eyes as much as she could. When he touched her hair her eyes blinked lazily, receiving so much pleasure from such a simple touch. She loved having her hair touched, he knew it too. "If you don't want this, you better stop," she warned him.

The man gulped as his hand carried on stroking her hair back from her face. "I do want this. That is the problem. The blood fever is powerful and I want to be consumed by it." He admitted.

"But not here and not now," she repeated his words. Ona didn't really care what the others thought. She felt like she was in a position to tell them to shut up and they would listen but she didn't want to embarrass Zee. She knew they needed to separate. "You can take my room if you want to. And stay there. I can sleep here."

The man breathed heavily through his nose as he tried to calm down and slowly his muscles relaxed and he took a few slow steps back. "Yes." He said looking at the floor quickly. She was so right, he needed to leave quickly.

"Go, it's okay," Ona said seriously. She sat back down at the helm and turned her attention back to the void in front of her.

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Zazkeal 'ZaZa' Elms
Engineer
(PNPC Gregnol)

Ona Silang
Command
(PNPC Bowers)