12-09-2025, 04:53 PM
C’Had frowned as he saw that the Captain was not pleased, let alone excited. The Trill’s face fell when the human reminded him that in roughly a week, they would be at their destination, with his tone portraying his firm stance against more jovility. Walking around his desk, he conceeded that after the talks, they could have a party to celebrate their anticipated success. Then he asked him how planning was going for the Trill’s mission, and the mediator’s shoulders slumped as well. He had clearly thought he would get his wish of another good time.
After taking a moment to gather himself, C’Had shoulders straightened; he didn’t stand rigid, but he was no longer the lax, fun-loving partyboy who had come into this room. Instead, he stared at the Captain, quizzically, as if he didn’t quite understand what the man had said. “You’re not staying,” he said, his voice a tone incredulous. “What, you think Starfleet wants one of its best ships doing figure-eights around two backwater planets for who-knows-how-long? No, you’re dropping me off, and then I’ll catch a transport vessel or something back to Trill. Or maybe Risa. But no one -even me- knows how long these talks will take. It could be days, yes, but it could also be weeks or months. No, you’re definitely not staying.”
C’Had shook his head. “Look, I know as the newest host, I’m coming off a bit… strong… but I’m really not asking for something egregious. All I’m asking for is a bit of a bachelor party before I get down to work. But I guess if you …if you’re not willing to handle it, I’ll just let Trill know, and I’ll stay out of your way for the rest of the journey.”
Sighing dejectedly, he turned to leave.
After taking a moment to gather himself, C’Had shoulders straightened; he didn’t stand rigid, but he was no longer the lax, fun-loving partyboy who had come into this room. Instead, he stared at the Captain, quizzically, as if he didn’t quite understand what the man had said. “You’re not staying,” he said, his voice a tone incredulous. “What, you think Starfleet wants one of its best ships doing figure-eights around two backwater planets for who-knows-how-long? No, you’re dropping me off, and then I’ll catch a transport vessel or something back to Trill. Or maybe Risa. But no one -even me- knows how long these talks will take. It could be days, yes, but it could also be weeks or months. No, you’re definitely not staying.”
C’Had shook his head. “Look, I know as the newest host, I’m coming off a bit… strong… but I’m really not asking for something egregious. All I’m asking for is a bit of a bachelor party before I get down to work. But I guess if you …if you’re not willing to handle it, I’ll just let Trill know, and I’ll stay out of your way for the rest of the journey.”
Sighing dejectedly, he turned to leave.