I Know You

Posted on Sun Jan 18, 2015 @ 6:28am by Captain Maritza Soran

490 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Eye of the Beholder
Location: Qu'it's
Timeline: 48 hours after "Prescription"

The smoke in quits was thick and smelt of something musky. Maritza sat hunched and tense over a table waiting for the pharmacist to arrive with her request. She was starting to feel the sting of withdrawal. And she couldn't risk her visitor returning either.

She tapped her fingers on the table. Then she peeled the label from the bottle of beer she had ordered, but not drunk, in an effort to blend in.

"Evening." Hex dropped into the seat opposite.

Maritza managed not to jump. When the woman had said 48 hours, it was to the second. "Lets see it." She was in no mood for small talk. She wanted her meds and to get out of here. No time for small talk.

"Not so fast. I know who you are."

"Really." Maritza wasn't in the mood to play games.

"Yes, Commander."

Maritza gave Hex a sour look. "Well, I didn't expect to stay incognito long."

"Oh don't worry yourself. Your secret is safe with me." Hex grinned and gestured to the Klingon at the bar through the haze. "Anyway, that wasn't what I meant." At Maritza's puzzled long Hex's grin got bigger. "You're Rell's little girl." Hex pulled a new cigar out of her jacket, and trimmed the end with an evil looking little guillotine device.

"So you know my father." Maritza could help but keep the tired disgust out of her voice. Joined were all the same, always going on about how old they were and their previous hosts.

"We've met. A long time ago. Different place, different meat suit." Hex produced a lighter.

"Meat suit?" Maritza was shocked to hear a host being referred to like that.

"Host." Hex clarified, mistaking the question for misunderstanding. "Don't look so shocked dear, didn't you call us Slugs?"

Maritza was surprised. She never expected her little speech to get as far as the other side of the quadrant. "I stand by everything I said," she said, a touch defensively.

"Good." Hex got the cigar lit and huffed out a cloud of lavender smoke. "Cos you're right. We are slugs." She brought out a slim cigar case from her other pocket. "All yours honey." Maritza reached out and pulled the box towards her. Hex put her hand over Maritza's. "Not so fast. 40 strips."

Soran reached into her own pocket and handed over the strips in a wrap of cloth. Hex gave it a quick inspection, and satisfied released her grip on her customer. Soran grabbed the cigar case and looked for the bathroom.

"While you're shooting up," Hex pushed a chair out and propped her feet up on it. "Think about what it would be like if all of us slugs decided that symbiosis was more troubled than its worth."

Maritza stood. "Trill would be better off."

Hex grinned. "I never said we would stay in our pools..."

::OFF::

Lt Cmdr Martiza Soran
Chief of Strategic Ops
DS5

Hex
A 'pharmacist'

 

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