Coming at ya in three Chi!!

B'Elanna

"Time for this 'Crackerjack' toy you think?" I say sweetly (and more than a little mockingly). "Sorry, but my 'Captain Midnight' decoder ring is on the blink but this combadge should do it . . ."

"Uh sure!" John stutters. "Hey, I'm . . . sorry that I . . .!"

"Save it for later," I interrupt sharply. "Especially the pop culture references, please? Creator knows it's going to be difficult enough as it stands, the next part, without your babbling getting thrown into the fucking mix!

I ignore Crichton as he sputters and instead, getting permission from Pilot (of all aboard I should be asking Moya, since she IS the ship and should be the one speaking for herself but Pilot is her translator amongst other things) to contact the ship off our starboard bow: the Excalibur.

Elrondir

"She's still kind of annoyed at another older version of you," I explain, laughing a little bit. "Kept on spouting off pop culture under stress and it got to where they were as thick as fleas on a dog! So much so that . . . my wife had an allergic reaction. She'll get over it soon enough, just keep it to a minimum and you'll be fine."

"And if I don't?" Crichton asks me in a challenging tone. Do believe that he's taken offense from being told what to do by someone so much shorter than himself!

"Oh, she might be kind and just cast a 'mute' spell on you," I say, smiling a slightly pleasant smile. "She might just not bother and just brain you with her Klingon dagger of Ascension . . . if she doesn't just use heavy phasor stun . . ."

She might have been a magical construct (created by the now dead Altantian mage Tesla) which mimicked the "real" B'Elanna Torres (ala Star Trek: Voyager) and then gotten reincarnated as an elf, but she still very much has a temper worthy of a Klingon. Oh, it takes a lot for her to finally lose her temper, but when it blows . . . Stand BACK!

That's one of the things I love about her. That fiery nature and . . .

...

Oh, nevermind.

....

"What is taking Chiana and Pip so long?" I mutter to myself while John is doing . . . whatever he'd been tasked to do and my wife makes contact (what her being the best for the task, being the most comfortable with Star Fleet protocol) when I find out just WHY it took so long.

Two went onto the Nebari transport and three come out. Now, to say that I hadn't expecting at least one extra person to come out would be a lie. We had KNOWN someone was in there. Turns out that it had been as my girls in gray had suspected and Salis (who's dead body is still being attended to by Zhaan) had a Chiana inside, handcuffed and control collared but . . .

See with my eyes the collar (a device much like the Agonizer from the Star Trek: TOS episode "Mirror, Mirror" for you Star Trek fans out there) got removed but I see that somewhere along the lines the native (I take her as native) Chiana got an outfit (a forester outfit) that was just like the "my" Chiana's and Pip's, except instead of rich purples (as what Chiana wears or red (as what Aeryn Pip wears) she is wearing a light blue. . . .

. . .

Rather flattering on her, really. Goes well on her...

. . .

But my nose tells me that this Chiana is NOT a Nebari. Not any more (though I smell lingering traces of that specie). No, I smell the smell of an Oriental dragoness!

And then there is . . .

"Been busy in there I see?" I say softly to myself. "Hm, wonder just how this happened."

Our Clan (Eternity Inc) just picked up one new member and I don't know just HOW, yet . . .

A few seconds latter there is a familiar flash and then everyone (those who can) yelp in surprise as things . . . change. Again!

"May I please go now?" an annoyed Q asks, glaring at Chi.

1. "By all means frekface," the youngest girl in gray says sweetly. "You've been anything but pleasant to be with!"

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