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The first day of three weeks of shore leave! What better of a way to start out relaxation than with a big meal at his family's restaurant. Let's hope those annoying aches and pains don't mean anything...
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With a groggy snort that rumbled in his throat, Sa’Rahn woke himself from the night. Swallowing the muck in his mouth, he groaned, exhausted. Cracking his eyes slightly, he found his bedroom was still dark. The farthest room in the back of the old subterranean home, his was completely underground, no windows. Rays of light from the rest of the house softly crept through the hanging beaded doorway across from him. Squinting, he tried to raise his head from the soft pillow, damp with drool. Moaning softly, he rolled onto his back, dragging the fuzzy woolen covers over his rotund figure once more. After a deep and brutal internal struggle that could rival the greatest of wars, he finally mustered the energy to get up. Swinging his heavy legs out, he sat slumped on the side of the bed. He weaved in place, still trying to wake up. Sa’Rahn had slept more soundly that night than he had in months. There were no starships roaring past windows outside to wake him, or ambient hum of the electro-plasma systems to drive him nuts. Just natural silence. Yet despite it all, waking up still felt awful.
Knees wobbling as he rose, Sa’Rahn barked in pain and clutched the small of his back. It felt like someone had dug a knife into each segment of his spine. Mother’s Cubs, it hurt even worse than yesterday! His stamina drained quickly, dropping him back to the bed. Sa’Rahn could feel his bones grinding against each other. The agony in his back cut his breath short, beads of sweat wetting his brow. Gritting his teeth tightly, he rose again, this time managing to endure the pain. He could do this, Sa’Rahn told himself, he could go about his day and ignore it.
Sa’Rahn’s jaws stretched to let out a sleepy yawn as he clumsily tried to pick up his pantaloons left on the floor. With a twinge from his spine however, he was sharply reminded he couldn’t bend over. After a few pathetic attempts at picking them up with his tail, he finally gave up. He was among family, among his own kind. He could freely walk throughout the house nude, no one would care. Perhaps a hot shower would ease the pain.
He winced at the weight on his legs. His joints seemed to creak as loud as the floor beneath him as he shambled to the bathroom in the hallway. Steam filled the small room as hot water poured over his head, fogging up the mirror and making it all the harder to breathe. The knives in his back, the aching in his knees, both slowly subsided some as the warmth soothed his muscles. Lathering himself with soap, Sa’Rahn tried to picture the day ahead of him. The first day of his three weeks of shore leave, he was free to do just about anything! It felt a bit strange really. If the ache in his back faded, perhaps later he could go climbing with little Leo like he’d promised. Or maybe he would peruse the local town and its shops. He could always visit the lesser-traveled old-town nearby, find a quiet spot and enjoy a long nap in the sun. That last one sounded nice… While drying his fur however, his empty stomach reminded him of the plan to visit his family’s restaurant.
Finally, the pain in his back tolerable at least, he was able to retrieve his pantaloons, he noticed something felt off about them. Plunging his hands into the pockets, he realized his combadge was gone. Worried a bit, he checked the pockets a second time, hoping he had missed it somehow. Had he taken it out to call Iris last night? Checking the nightstands and bed itself, his badge was nowhere to be found. “Cath…” He cursed to himself. This would make the third combadge he’d lost since his promotion as Admiral. He’d have to check with Morley, maybe his brother had seen it. Otherwise it would require another awkward request form to fill out, he knew.
Pacing through the house slowly, Sa’Rahn ran his fingers over the rugged walls, feeling the bumps and cracks within them. Enjoying the pleasant memories of family that flowed through his thoughts, he couldn’t help but notice how quiet everything was. It was breakfast time; he imagined his father would be busy in the kitchen, the house filled with aromas of fresh bread and meat to entice the hungry stomachs’ of those waking up. Yet, he smelled nothing. Peeking into each room along the way, all were dark and empty. “... Hello?” Sa’Rahn yawned as he neared the dining room, rubbing his sore back a bit.
Lost in thought at the dining table, Leo lifted his head with a smile at the sound of his brother's hoarse voice. “Oh! Good morning, brother! Did you sleep well?”
“Ah, hey little buddy. Didn’t see you there.” Sa’Rahn smiled some, leaning against the wall to regain his breath. He had merely walked down the hallway, only 30 feet or so he guessed. Why was he so out of breath already? “Yeah, yeah I had a decent night… where is everyone?”
“You slept very late, everyone left for the restaurant some time ago. Father works today. I asked to stay behind, and wait for you.” Leo replied, standing up from the table. “I-I realized you would be hungry when you woke up, so I attempted to fix breakfast, but... I do not share our father’s talents…”
“Heh… Well, thanks for trying.” Sa’Rahn laughed a bit, scratching his muzzle. “How are you though? You look like you’re feeling better.”
“Brother?” Leo asked, confused.
“You seemed awfully sick last night.” Sa’Rahn explained. “Looked like you were carrying a brre’l of cubs.”
“Oh… that. Yes, I apologize, brother. I did not mean to alarm you.” Leo expressed, his ears lowering. “This past cycle, I have been attempting to increase my weight. I have made some progress! But, it has not been easy. I get sick very often.”
“You’re trying to-… why would you do that?”
Leo opened his mouth to respond, but only a silence came out. His eyes darted around the room, uncertain of what to say. The question visibly had taken him off guard, and in truth, even he seemed uncertain of the reason himself. “It seemed… proper? Everyone else is… I-I was just trying to be l-like-...”
As Leo spoke, Sa’Rahn noticed his little brother mindlessly fidgeting something thin and shiney between his fingers. His missing combadge. “Is that my badge?”
Leo’s ears laid flat, realizing only now what he had done. Hesitating to give an answer, he looked at the combadge a moment longer before quickly handing it over shamefully. “I… I am sorry, brother. While you slept... I just wished to look at it... It, it made a noise when I held it, and it’s been making more noises ever since.”
Snatching the badge, Sa’Rahn tapped and spoke into it, “Go ahead?”
“Admiral! We received a hail from you over three hours ago, we’ve been trying to reach you ever since. Is something wrong?” A voice asked.
“Nah, nah everything’s fine. I uh...” Sa’Rahn paused, taking the moment to consider over his very, very saddened brother in front of him. “... I must have sat on my badge by accident. Sorry for the alarm.”
“Acknowledged.” The voice replied, ending the short conversation.
“Please forgive me, brother… I did not mean to cause harm.” Leo stammered, almost shaking.
“You could have just asked, ya know.” Leo merely nodded dejectedly in response. His head hung low and his shoulders closed in, ashamed. Sa’Rahn quickly grasped the sincerity of his little brother’s apology, what mild frustration he had built up quickly faded away without a trace. Leo was still young in Sa’Rahn’s eyes, he obviously hadn’t thought anything of taking the badge merely to examine it and satisfy his own curiosity. He couldn’t be mad at him for that. Fondling the small metal device in his hand, Sa’Rahn reached out gently to attach the badge onto the light leather vest Leo was wearing. “I use this to contact my ship It’s VERY important. I’d rather not attach it directly to my skin if I could help it... Can you hold onto it for me, for now?” Sa’Rahn asked, trying to lighten the mood and place Leo at ease.
His ears popping back up, Leo’s expression brightened as he admired the badge with a bit of awe. He tugged on the panel of his vest trying to view it better, his head lurched down as far as his thin neck would allow. “Th-... thank you, brother! I’ll keep it safe!” He replied eagerly.
Leo had always been a very open cub growing up. Probably more than what was good for him. Sa’Rahn hadn’t been around for the majority of his younger years while away in Starfleet, but even before then, his little brother had always worn his heart on his sleeve. Taking after his father, he would often become emotional, taking things personally, and not always knowing how to handle himself. Not that Sa’Rahn was any better, granted. Leo simply hadn’t considered it wrong to take the badge. In his mind, he hadn’t stolen it, only borrowed it momentarily. Sa’Rahn realized, had he been awake, Leo would have asked for permission to examine it. He was a good cub at heart, just rather naive.
Startling Leo a little, Sa’Rahn’s stomach growled loudly, reminding him once again that he hadn’t eaten yet. “Agh… Hey, little buddy, since breakfast was a bust, you think we can head to the restaurant now? I’m starving.”
“Oh! Yes of course! I’d imagine it will take an hour’s walk. Come, I know the way well!” Leo gestured to his brother, energetically walking to the front door.
“Wait, we’re walking…?” Sa’Rahn questioned, hopeful he wouldn’t have to endure such a trip.
It wasn’t long before Sa’Rahn was grateful he had chosen to remain bare-chested while on Cait. Had he worn a vest, let alone a robe, he was certain he would have melted to nothing but a furry puddle. Even still, his back and belly burned in the heat. Cait’s beating sun above cooked his brown fur, searing the backs of his ears. Sweat began to soak the fur of his forehead and armpits. At least the throbbing pain in his eyes distracted him from his back and compacting knees. He huffed with each step, pressure constricting his lungs as he walked the same path he and Morley had the day before. Each leaf and branch that provided even the smallest amount of shade overhead proved to be a blessing in his mind. Sa’Rahn regretted he had chosen to visit in the summer.
Despite the aches and burning heat, he could endure it, at least for Leo’s sake. His little brother had such an energetic and proud spring in his step, as his age dictated. His tail swaying happily, the glimmer of youthful ignorance in his eyes. Sa’Rahn grinned a little, remembering when he too used to have a young spirit in his bones. Truthfully, he wasn’t old himself, he wasn’t even middle-aged yet. But he did often feel older than he was. Maybe it was because of his good health slowly deteriorating thanks to his gluttonous lifestyle. Or perhaps his painful, aching spine currently reminding him he was no longer a cub. He envied his little brother a bit, wishing he still grasped the vigor of his younger self.
“So... the Militia took the scouts to the Cher’rock Dunes in Sehãr Valley not long ago. Father told me you once trained there when you were in the Militia too, right?” Leo enthusiastically began to tell his story. “The instructors gave us only two days of supplies, a-and required us to reach a camp that had been set up on the other side of the mountain. I wish you could have seen me, brother! I hardly consumed any of the rations, and made it to the camp first before the second moon.”
“Wow, that’s really impressive!” Sa’Rahn honestly wasn’t sure what to think of the supposed feat. He tried to forget much of his time in the Militia, memories riddled with bullying and teasing about his ballooning weight and failing grades. Truthfully, it was the core of the reason why he had followed Morley into Starfleet, to get away from it all. Leo was lucky for not having to endure the same treatment he had at his age. “I uh… I can’t remember if I trained there to be honest. It’s been a long time.” Sa’Rahn shrugged, clasping his hands behind his back as he walked.
“Oh, r-right… sorry.” Leo apologized, also placing his hands behind his back. Slowing to match his brother’s gait, he continued, “I hurt my claws pretty bad climbing that day. They’re all fine now, but my fingers were bleeding. I almost slipped a few times… But, I-I just pretended I was you, like when you had to scale up that mountain on Nimbus III to escape that Gorn listening station!”
“Heh, wow that was-… wait, what-...?”
“The-... the sun was really hot that day, so the rocks burned my hands a lot. But, you must’ve gone through the same thing right? I-... I-I read that Nimbus gets really hot during the day, that most people can’t go outside. Was it like that? I bet it was pretty exhilarating, yeah?” Leo questioned keenly.
Mother’s Cubs, that mission felt like a lifetime ago, he hadn’t thought about it in years! While still just a Commander, Sa’Rahn had accompanied an away team assigned to infiltrate an illegal Gorn listening station just outside state boundaries of Paradise City, disabling it by any means necessary. The station had been a tool of the local crime lord, Hassan, a disgusting Orion slave-master, equally as obese as Sa’Rahn. While he himself wasn’t the one to lead the away team, Sa’Rahn did vividly recall the firefight when a Fistfull of Gorn attacked. He remembered shooting two of them. After the station had been shut down, or rather, destroyed beyond repair, Sa’Rahn and the away team were forced to flee for extraction up a near-vertical cliff face to escape reinforcements. The whole team made it back in one piece, no casualties thankfully. The situation went on from there for quite a bit, but that was roughly six years ago! His little brother hadn’t yet even turned ten years old back then! “Leo, little buddy, how… where did you hear about that?”
“Hmm? Oh, I read your report to Captain Fortyive.” Leo clarified.
“... Starfleet released my reports?” He wasn’t aware any of his records under his previous Captain had ever seen the light of day. Though he knew some records had been declassified, he wasn’t aware that those from the Nimbus III mission had been.
“Yeah! I’ve been reading all the reports I can find! There are a bunch of gaps though, and a lot of things are removed.” Leo continued. “You-... You’ve gone on so many adventures! I… I was hoping… maybe, you could tell me some of your stories? I… I’d really like to hear some!”
“I… uh, I don’t know. What were you wanting to know about?” Sa’Rahn asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
Leo scratched the scruff of his chin as he thought carefully, as if privileged to decide how to lead the conversation next! Sa’Rahn could easily see dozens of pent up questions pass before of his little brother’s darting yellow eyes until he finally replied, “What was your first mission with Captain Fortyive like?”
“You mean after I was given my battlefield commission? Um… it wasn’t anything special, really. I remember the Nederland was tasked to escort a Klingon Empire representative that was to meet with some council members of the Federation on Regulus IV. I was assigned to his security detail. Followed him around for the day, then we took him home after all the political talk was over. Nothing really happened, not that I’m complaining.” It had been almost eight years since his first official ‘mission’ under his previous Captain, he was amazed he still remembered any of the details whatsoever. Watching Leo as he spoke, his little brother seemed to listen to the dull story with fascination. Confused a bit, he felt compelled to ask, “Hey, little buddy, how come you want to know about stuff like this?”
“W-well, Mother and Father like to tell of your accomplishments often to everyone at the restaurant. Y-you’re an Admiral in Starfleet, you get to fly your own ship! You’ve gotten to do so much!” Leo stuttered, his whiskers fluttering with excitement. Tugging on his vest again to proudly display Sa’Rahn’s pinned combadge, he continued with a wide smile on his face, “I’ve been thinking for some time now, a-and I wish to be more like you when I grow older, brother! I’ve been studying harder, and I’ve been eating more. Next cycle, I wish to abandon the Militia so I can join Starfleet. S-soon, I’ll get to experience the same adventures you have! And then I can be a Captain too!”
“No. Leo don’t-...” Sa’Rahn blurted out without thinking, only catching himself mid-sentence. He regretted it immediately, shutting his mouth as he slowed his lumbering to a mere shuffle. Placing his hand over his face, he quickly realized the impact his response had, as his little brother’s expression grew ashamed and confused.
“Wh-... why?” Leo asked timidly.
The enthusiasm in his brother’s youthful tone had dwindled away nothing as he stared into Leo’s eyes. How could he explain this without crushing him? Truthfully, Sa’Rahn regretted much of his past, even his decision to join Starfleet in the first place. He was growing more comfortable with his lofty and safe position as an Admiral of the 23rd Fleet. Even though he knew he hadn’t earned it, and often questioned if the road that led him by the nose to now had been worth it. There were things he was grateful for, obviously, but time and chance had led much of his life. He was lucky he knew, and even luckier it hadn’t killed him in the process.
Sa’Rahn treasured the years under his previous Captain, that would never change. Those memories, however, were riddled with the constant fear of the danger he knew he’d been in, sometimes barely surviving. Much of his duties, especially near the end of his career as a Commander, had been classified. Sa’Rahn vividly recalled the many firefights he’d been in, when a Romulan had nearly blown his head off with a compression pistol, or when he had been shot in the arm by a True Way rebel. Looking at Leo now, his fur was bright and colorful, unblemished and soft and his wide golden eyes carried a imaginative spirit behind them. He was so young still, so much life ahead of him. He wouldn’t survive a year. Sa’Rahn couldn’t approve of Leo’s decision to gamble it all away so carelessly. “Little buddy, I-... do Mum and Dad know you want to do this?”
“... I have not told them yet.” Leo hesitated, ears flattened and his tail stopped swaying as he looked to the ground. “Mother and Father, they’re always proud of you. And I am too! I… I wanted to be like you. See other worlds and help people. Fly my own ship, go on adventures…”
Trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut, he fully realized just how much his blurb had hurt his little brother. He didn’t want to have this conversation. Placing an unsteady hand on Leo’s shoulder, Sa’Rahn tried to explain, “Leo, buddy. Starfleet is… You have such talent! And you like helping Mum and Dad with the restaurant, right? Even when you were little, I remember how good a swimmer you are. You’re the best fisher I know!”
“But you’re a hero!” Leo insisted. “I want to be a hero and help people too…”
Sa’Rahn bit his tongue at the lie. He was no hero. “Leo, I don’t… Please don’t join Starfleet. You deserve better.”
Bereft of any response, Leo stared into his eyes, emotion welling up inside him. He sulked away from his brother’s hand and continued walking the path silently. His posture slouched as he dropped his head, rejected by the hero and brother he looked to. “Leo…” Following behind him, Sa’Rahn opened his mouth to speak, but quickly found himself at a loss of any words that might mend what he said. He hadn’t meant to crush little Leo so, but how could he have kept quiet?
The soft sand and dirt beneath his sweaty feet gradually hardened as the rural path slowly turned into a rocky paved roadway. Melding with the ocean-side forest around them like a part of nature, small houses and buildings started to mark the outskirts of the local town of Harlun. The sounds of people and busy life grew as one with the roaring of the distant ocean with each step. It wasn’t long before Sa’Rahn found himself greeted with multiple hello’s and good afternoon’s as the way quickly became populated with more Caitians than he could count. The dense trees and foliage thinned, but only a little bit, as they neared the heart of town. Smooth polished stones that laid the roadway below were painted with bright pastel colors, forming ornate patterns that blossomed into larger murals as they branched into the town’s square. Vibrant banners and flags hung from long pinned ropes, suspended high above his head, reaching from building to building. Sa’Rahn’s ears perked as he heard the broken tune of local street musicians, the chattering crowd gathered around almost drowning out the sound. There was an older Caitian woman over by a fountain, adorned in decorated robes reading from a scroll to an enticed crowd, reciting tales of a Loremaster. Sa’Rahn smiled as he came to a stop for a moment, allowing a group of cubs to run past him, playfully chasing one another.
It was a beautiful thing to witness, he thought. In this day and age, Caitians were well acquainted with the luxuries of life technology had to offer. His people had the best medical facilities for lightyears, engineering and starship yards that could rival even Starfleet’s. And yet, so many of his kind chose to keep such things in its place. Caitians sang and made music in the streets. Not playing a holo-recording on repeat. Restaurants served real food, caught and grown and cooked to fill hungry bellies. Not replicated from lines of code. Cubs leapt and played with one another, imagining themselves to be mighty warriors or spacemen to save the day! Not isolating themselves in holodecks. Sa’Rahn had grown so complacent to his convenient starship life, it all seemed foreign to him. And yet somehow still home, like a forgotten memory brought up again.
The peaceful town of Harlun was built in a semi-circular manner around multiple plateaus along the coast, most facing inward towards the centre of town and ocean, giving each home and store a scenic view to enjoy. Sa’Rahn wiped the sweat from his forehead, heaving for breath with each step he took as Leo led the way up what seemed like countless stairs carved into the stone, separating the town as it grew outward and upward. Truthfully though, it was only three short flights of stairs.
Distinctive from other buildings around, the Noa’tek family restaurant had no front-facing walls or doors, but rather was open to the square, allowing for passersby to be overtaken by the aromas of delicious seafood inside, while also giving patrons an impressive look over the bay and streets below. The bustling sounds of the town soon blended seamlessly into rhythmic upbeat Caitian drums and diner chit-chat as they entered. The place was packed for a late lunch, guests at almost every table! Similar to the shape of Harlun, the restaurant gradually circled inwards on itself with a slightly lowered floor lain in the center. An astonishingly thick barked tree grew up from the center of it all, the building seemingly molded around it. Branches sprouted from its top as if to support the roof, blanketing the ceiling with a canopy of lush vines and leaves, intertwined with hanging roped lights. Each table showcased a different work of art, carved into the wood and lacquered to a fine, almost glass-like polish. Decorative fishing nets, claw-painted art, mounted fish, and colorful tapestries lined the walls, leaving little space left untouched. The salty smell of freshly grilled seafood and rich aromas of appetizers saturated the air to the point where every breath felt like a full meal in itself. Sa’Rahn’s ears and tail fell limp, his whiskers quivering with ecstasy. His stomach rumbled as his mouth began to water like a leaky faucet. He could hardly contain himself as his senses overloaded. It had been so long since he had visited.
“If you’ll excuse me, I promised Mother I would assist taking orders from the customers for a while.” Leo stated while walking ahead of his brother, his voice dull and downcast.
“Leo... stop please.... I’m sorry-...” Sa’Rahn attempted to apologize between gasping for breath. By the time he spoke however, Leo was already deep into the restaurant crowd, no longer able to hear him. Or perhaps he purposely ignored him. Sa’Rahn reached out to lean against a supporting pillar, panting to compose himself. Pain radiated from his chest, vision blurry. He hadn’t felt this winded in a long time. Filling his lungs as best he could, he sighed and dropped his shoulders. He looked out at the sea of feeding patrons around him, eyeing their meals, licking his chops. Enough was enough, Sa’Rahn had endured the infernal trek from the house to here in the sweltering heat. He was starving. Besides, the cub wasn’t willing to listen at present anyway.
Accidentally bumping into a few people and tables along the way, Sa’Rahn worked through the crowded restaurant up to the bar where his father cooked. T’Ralf enjoyed preparing his art in front of others, allowing customers to enjoy a show while they ate, but also giving him the opportunity to chat with anyone he pleased. “He and his brother are residing with us for three weeks, perhaps you shall see him still. It has been a most certain pleasure to cook for all my sons once more-...” Sa’Rahn overheard his father say to a customer as he neared. Resting a sturdy cleaver in his hand as he diced a silvery fish into bits, a warm smile spread across T’Ralf’s face upon noticing his son approaching. “My son! You have arrived! Young Leo told me you accompanied him this afternoon.”
Nodding a bit, Sa’Rahn simply replied, “Hey, Dad.”
“‘Dad’?” The customer T’Ralf had been speaking to at the bar before interjected, his creaky aged voice strikingly familiar. Turning to greet him, the Caitian continued with a sly grin, “Where has Sa'Rahn gathered this expression…? Has Sa'Rahn spent too long among Terrans that now Sa'Rahn will name T'Ralf, 'Dad' and not ‘Father’ as is proper?”
“I… wha-, R’Mikk?!” Sa’Rahn stammered, his heart skipping a beat from the surprise.
Even in his old age, his contorted spine hunched forward, the tan-furred Caitian stood roughly the same height, if not a little taller than Sa’Rahn still. The man wore a pair of sandy pantaloons and a sleeved leather vest, his thinning frame hidden mostly beneath simple purple and blue robes draped over his shoulders, down to his rump both front and back. The mantle covered over a thick fabric belt with a carved wooden buckle that held in his belly, small pouches and a scroll hanging from the sides. Around his neck rested a humble beaded necklace with a single, thick claw dangling from the center, all hidden underneath a long, greying beard. Held tightly in his grasp rested an old wooden walking stick, warped and rubbed smooth from tip to base, polished to a pearly shine from contact with body oils over the decades. His furry lips arched into a broken smile as his tired yellow eyes relaxed. “Greetings friend. Sa’Rahn’s presence is a surprise to be sure, but one R’Mikk welcomes.”
A wealthy merchant and well-traveled freighter captain, R’Mikk had serviced the 23rd Fleet for numerous commodity needs for longer than Sa’Rahn had been in Starfleet. Since first meeting him shortly after being promoted to Admiral, the two had become good friends over the years. Although his duties primarily focused on organizing duty rosters, Sa’Rahn was often the one to barter and purchase goods off R’Mikk to supply the fleet. As their friend-and-partnership grew over time, the elderly Caitian had gotten to know the Noa’Tek’s as a family, and often frequented Cait to service their restaurant, free of charge. What’s more, throughout his many years the Caitian had earned the prestigious title of Loremaster among his people, and had kindly offered to care for Sa’Rahn’s family if ever the need arose. “Hah! I wasn’t expecting to see you here. What brings you here?” Sa’Rahn laughed.
“R’Mikk was kindly requested by Sa’Rahn’s father for shipments of organic Terran commodities.” R’Mikk explained, gesturing a bit to T’Ralf.
“Three tanks of fresh Terran ‘sour cream’! Among a few other things.” T’Ralf added happily, continuing to slice up the fish in front of him. “Your older brother recommended including it to the menu earlier this cycle. I shall admit, I was skeptical at first, but the patrons have quite enjoyed it! R’Mikk here was kind enough to bring enough to last the summer sun.”
“In exchange, T’Ralf has offered to serve R’Mikk a fine meal as always.” R’Mikk chuckled, leaning on his walking stick some.
“Ah, well that’s nice of you.” Sa’Rahn nodded a bit, rubbing the small of his back, the pain in his spine returning. “Actually, Dad, I was kind of hoping I could get something to eat too? Me and Leo walked all the way here and I’ve been starving all morning.”
“Of course, my son. Um…” T’Ralf paused, standing on his toes to look around the two of them. “The restaurant is quite busy at this time, but there appears to be a few free tables by the divide. Have a seat, I shall service you as soon as I am able.”
“Thanks Dad.”
“Might R’Mikk join Sa’Rahn?” R’Mikk spoke up, his fuzzy brows peaking a bit. “R’Mikk would take great pleasure in such opportunity to eat in good company.”
“Oh, yeah of course! It’s been a few months since we last spoke, I wouldn’t mind catching up.” Sa’Rahn replied with a nod.
“I’ll bring out your Ler’rishic Dippers to the table when they’re ready, Ol’ Timer.” T’Ralf added with a warm smile as the two started to step away, reaching over the bar to give R’Mikk a friendly pat on the shoulder.
Sa’Rahn let out a winded sigh of relief as he sat, seizing the opportunity to catch his breath yet again. The crippling pain in his back and knees finally relaxed some. He rolled his head around gently, the bones in his neck cracking. “T’Ralf informed R’Mikk this marks the day of Sa’Rahn’s awaited return to Cait for many years. What brings Sa’Rahn home after so long?” R’Mikk began to ask, laying his walking stick at his side as he too sat across from Sa’Rahn.
“Just taking some shore leave, wanted to visit the family.” Sa’Rahn replied. His ears lowered a bit, embarrassed as he struggled with the booth seat still. There wasn’t a lot of room for him, the table dug into his belly. He would have thought his father of all people would have accounted for Caitians his size.
Nodding a bit, the next question he would pose already weighing in his mind, R’Mikk continued, “A charitable offering. Does not Sa’Rahn obtain much time for personal use as Admiral?”
“I… hadn’t really found the time to use any of my vacation days until now.” Sa’Rahn answered carefully. Truthfully, he had been avoiding returning home for quite some time. He wanted nothing more than to see his family again, but he couldn’t help but dread the possible conversations that might arise as a result. Why aren’t you married yet? Why aren’t you taking care of yourself? What are your plans for the future? How did you become an Admiral? All things he hoped wouldn’t have to endure while he was here. Sa’Rahn would have postponed the trip longer if he could, but the question of why he hadn’t visited in so long was becoming an issue now as well. Changing the subject before R’Mikk could delve deeper, he asked, “What’s with the cane? Never seen you use one before.”
The Caitian stroked the old wooden walking stick a moment, running his fingers along the hand carved grooves, recalling the cherished memories it held. “R’Mikk is neither to be as young nor spry Sa’Rahn’s self. R’Mikk’s is often reminded of many aches with the weightiness of Cait, it is to be-… *urp*...” Interrupting himself, R’Mikk covered mouth as he burped, a pained and disgusted grimace painting his old face.
Sa’Rahn’s expression softened empathetically. He knew the man suffered from a rare case of chronic Rach'chu, an illness that occasionally struck older Caitians, causing excess gas to build up and often leading to what could best be described as belching. Sa’Rahn had been told before the experience was was similar to heartburn. “Are you alright?” He asked.
R’Mikk nodded slowly, letting his stomach settle some before responding, “R’Mikk urges Sa’Rahn to strive from becoming silvermaned. Such age is less than enjoyable.”
“I should have known you’d only come here to stuff your face instead of help.”
Looking over to the accusing voice stood a familiar blond Caitian holding a datapad, arms crossed over his sizable pot belly. “Morley?” Sa’Rahn questioned, surprised to see his brother. “What’re-... What are you doing?”
“I’m waiting tables, what does it look like I’m doing…?” Morley snarled. “Mum and Dad are understaffed today, so I’m helping. Leo is too. I have five other tables waiting to be served, so just tell me what you want so I can get going.”
It had been a long time since Sa’Rahn had perused the restaurant’s menu. He scratched the scruff of his chin as he thought, feeling Morley growing more impatient with each passing second. “I’ll have uh… the Gral'frek and a big bowl R'reels Stew, and… and a Nuts-and-Bolts to drink.”
“Shra…” Morley muttered with a angered sneer, writing up the order. “I’ll let Dad know.”
The tone of Morley’s gruff voice steadily building guilt in his veins, Sa’Rahn reluctantly spoke up asked, “Afterwards… do you need any help with the customers, or…?”
“Didn’t help before. Don’t need it now.” Morley growled under his breath as he left to wait others.
“Morley’s heart appears to be troubled with a great number of things.” R’Mikk offered once Morley was out of earshot. “Has not all been well?”
“I dunno, he’s always so serious about everything.” Sa’Rahn shrugged, trying to ignore his brother’s arrogant attitude. Even still though, he couldn’t deny that he too had felt something was wrong. “It’s just… now that you mention it, he’s seemed rather angry lately. Ever since him and me beamed down yesterday, especially.”
“Hmm, perhaps a transporter malfunction, replacing the good brother of Sa’Rahn with the not so good brother of Sa’Rahn. However, R’Mikk fails to see any semblance of a beard upon Morley.” R’Mikk chuckled a bit.
Laughing some as well, Sa’Rahn smiled. “Yeah, yeah maybe, heh.”
Despite the chaotic bustling of the numerous patrons surrounding them, the restaurant as a whole had a very cozy and heartful feel to it still. There were countless Caitians eating and enjoying each other loudly all around, often sitting within arm's reach. The calming drums in the background that could barely be heard at times encouraged customers to stay and enjoy, rather than to hurry and go. Although family owned, and only the modest structure to its name, Noa’Tek Seafood & Grill was by far the single most highly rated and frequented food stops throughout all of Harlun. “The Guarantee of a Warm Heart and a Full Belly. -T’Ralf Noa’Tek”, so his father had written on a sign next to the menu above the bar. Although the slogan had always made him laugh as a cub, Sa’Rahn knew that be the truth.
Yet in spite of the crowd, it didn’t take long before Morley returned to lay out the meal Sa’Rahn had been hungering for all day. Steamy aromas rising from the plates lead Sa’Rahn by the nose as if he were in a deep trance. R’Mikk quietly bowed his head for a moment, offering a customary silent prayer before he humbly began to enjoy the bland Ler’rishic Dippers he had ordered. Sa’Rahn on the other hand, enslaved by his stomach, could hold back no longer, digging into the scooped Gal’Frek without hesitation. The massive dish was a horseshoe crab-like creature, native to Cait, gutted, fried, and served upside down in its reddish-brown scaly shell like a bowl. The tingling spices collided with the smokey-cooked flesh, mixing with the drizzled caramel and vanilla ice cream on the side, creating a hot and buzzing, yet cooling sensation. Sa’Rahn felt as if he would melt in his seat from the sheer pleasure as he shoveled more of the juicy buttered Gal’frek into his mouth, relishing every bite.
Wiping his muzzle politely, R’Mikk looked to Sa’Rahn as he ate. “Speak to R’Mikk, what has become of Sa’Rahn’s lovely mate, Iris? How has Sa’Rahn chosen to pursue said courtship of late?”
Sa’Rahn rose his head at the question. “We uh, we’re doing good. We were both hoping she could come with me on this trip but… The Clan Council contacted me on our approach to… ‘warn me’.” He paused to stuff more into his mouth. “They chose to reject my request for her exoneration, and told me she would be arrested if she beamed down with me. So…”
R’Mikk sighed and shook his head slowly. “Pitiful the Council can be, never to be reasoned. Has not Iris lived to see the future as the future has become yet still?”
Sa’Rahn nodded as he scraped the inside of the slimy Gal’Frek shell with his claws, licking every last scrap he could off his fingers. “It’s not fair… It wasn’t her fault she got sent back, and it’s not like it even matters anymore. The Undine attack on Earth Spacedock happened over 3 years ago now, she’s lived past the uh… fulcrum point? Flash point? I don’t know what the scientists call it.”
“Indeed.” R’Mikk agreed, continuing to eat as well. “In any such case, R’Mikk would request Sa’Rahn greets Iris as if Sa’Rahn were to be R’Mikk when reunited.”
Sa’Rahn slumped in his seat, a bit winded. All of the massive Gal’frek was gone. He even had licked clean the fatty grease that coated the bottom of the shell! It left him quite full, but he didn’t plan on enjoying only a single dish. Resting for a moment first, Sa’Rahn set aside the empty husk and slid the steaming bowl of R'reels Broth in front of him. Fresh ler'rishic stock with potatoes and garlic, spiced with nar'ga and ay'ruma herbs native to Cait, all brewed into a thick stew. The dish had been a favorite since he was a cub. Living up to its name, Sa’Rahn grinned, seeing a number of slithering live R’reels still swimming about within the soup. He motioned his fingers to lift the rich aroma to his nose before lifting the bowl with his hands, tipping it to his mouth gently. Sa’Rahn’s stomach hadn’t the patience to use a spoon.
“What of Sa’Rahn’s young brother?” R’Mikk asked as he chewed some, noticing Leo pacing about the restaurant crowd, helping Morley take orders. “R’Mikk has not yet had the privilege to greet young Leo since R’Mikk’s arrival. Yet, R’Mikk cannot help but notice young Leo seemingly weighed down by something troubling.”
Sa’Rahn licked his chops as he let out a small belch. Placing the bowl back on the table, all but a watery puddle of soup remained, and a few frantically slithering R’reels. He always liked to save them for last. “Leo?” Sa’Rahn asked, carefully picking up one of the delicious creatures with his claws. “He uh… yeah, I think Leo’s mad at me.”
“Oh? And what quarrel would young Leo have with Sa’Rahn? Is Leo not pleased to see Sa’Rahn after many cycles?” R’Mikk questioned as he gently slid his lone empty plate away having had his fill.
“It’s complicated, I dunno… I’m worried for him.” Sa’Rahn started to say as he placed another R’reel between his lips, slurping it down like a limp noodle. It had been some time since he had true R’reels Broth, as it couldn’t be replicated live. Leaning back with a smile across his face upon finishing the last of them, he chuckled a little, feeling of the remaining R’reels wriggling in his stomach. “Leo’s been acting strange ever since I got here. Like, last night, you should have seen him. The cub ate enough for five people! Made himself sick. Then this morning I find out he stole my combadge... He wants to drop out of the Militia and join Starfleet!”
“Hmm… young Leo is at a most troublesome age, pivotal with much confusion of self plaguing the mind. Little left to understanding.” R’Mikk lamented, resting his hands in his lap.
Sa’Rahn reached out for the iced drink he had been saving. Despite feeling more than full already, Mother’s Cubs have mercy if he wasn’t going to enjoy his drink as desert! “I might understand dropping out of the Milita if he was being bullied like I was at his age. But he’s not. He says he just wants to be like me, calls me a hero.”
“Is Sa’Rahn not such? Are not all older brothers and fathers heroes to the younger generation?”
He sighed with a bit of pleasure as the sweet drink fizzled his tongue, chilling him to the core. His taste buds sparked as he the heavy coconut cream in his mouth fused with the tangy ra’uhl salt around the rim of the glass. “R’Mikk, bud, look at me. Do I look like a hero to you? You know I was kicked out of the academy. You know I’m in Starfleet now because someone pitied me. And the only reason I’m an Admiral is because people wanted me behind a desk instead of commanding a starship.” He paused, staring down into his rich drink before taking another swig, hoping the alcohol would kick in. “My job is boring and I’m getting fatter every day. I have almost no real skills. I’m amazed I’m even alive at this point, after what I’ve been through… I’m not a hero, I’m a fraud. And... I don’t want Leo joining Starfleet… he’s a good cub. He doesn’t know what he’d be getting into.”
As Sa’Rahn shifted in his seat, he winced and bared his teeth at a sharp twinge to his spine. He had hoped the alcohol in his drink would have eased that. Taking notice, R’Mikk inquired, “Is all well with Sa’Rahn?”
“My back and legs have been killing me… I’ve been feeling awful ever since I beamed down.” Sa’Rahn groaned, rubbing his back. “Look… Leo won’t listen to me. Do you think… could you talk to him or something? You’re a Loremaster, Leo respects-...”
“I do hope I’m not interrupting. I had a moment, so I decided I would check to see how you two were fairing. Are you finished already?” T’Ralf asked as he happily bellied up to the booth, glancing over the empty dishes. Looking to R’Mikk with a friendly smile, T’Ralf gave him a good pat on the shoulder. “Did you have enough to eat, Ol’ Timer? Perhaps I might interest you in R’uffet Roles for desert? I know they’re some of your favorites. A fresh batch is coming out of the furnace any minute.”
“Hmm, R’Mikk is to be tempted, but shall pass. Many thanks for the fine meal T’Ralf, most filling as always.” R’Mikk chuckled.
“Bah, you’ve always been far too skinny! What is the point of greying fur if one cannot revel in what he eats?” T’Ralf laughed merrily. “I shall have Morley set aside a dozen for you to enjoy at your leisure. And, to speak of such, L’Mara and I wish to invite you to dinner at our home this evening! It has been some time since we enjoyed you as our guest. Please, let us repay your kindness for this day.”
“That would be acceptable to R’Mikk. Many thanks, T’Ralf.” R’Mikk bowed his head with a smile.
“And what of you, my son?” T’Ralf smiled. “Have you as well found yourself satisfied?”
“I forgot how big you made the meals here. I’m stuffed!” Sa’Rahn heaved as he downed the last of his drink, giving his stomach a hearty pat.
His father offered a short laugh of approval in return. “I do however, have a request of you, my son. I have learned that Leo has not completed his written assignments as given by the Militia as he was been instructed. I told him to do such before bringing you this morning, but he did not listen. We would prefer him not travel such distance alone. If it is not a burden, would you accompany your brother back home?”
“I… you want me to walk him all the way home again?” Sa’Rahn asked, hoping he wouldn’t have to endure the trek a second time. “What about Morley? Can’t he do it?”
“Your brother is currently at task with the customers. He informed me you were feeling tired and unable to help before.” T’Ralf explained. “I am greatly sorry, my son. If it were not for the business I would have myself. I do hope this is not much to ask of you on your vacation.”
With a lazy sigh that made it clear it was a burden to him, Sa’Rahn nodded as he struggled to free himself from the booth. “Alright, I’ll walk him home I guess.” Standing up, his knees wobbled and ached. His pants had grown considerably tighter. It surprised him as he realized only now just how much he had eaten. He huffed, quickly losing his breath.
Both noticing Sa’Rahn’s current state and seizing the opportunity, R’mikk spoke up as he too rose from the booth, taking his walking stick in hand. “R’Mikk would wish to accompany Sa’Rahn if it is agreeable? R’Mikk would enjoy the chance to view Cait’s beauty upon such an afternoon.”
“That’s very kind of you R’Mikk, thank you. And thank you, my son, your sacrifice is much appreciated. We shall reunite with you later this evening for a good supper. For now, I must return to my trade, there are many still who have yet to be fed.” T’Ralf smiled as laid a hand on his son’s shoulder lovingly before doing turning to leave.
Sa’Rahn passed a mildly exasperated sigh as he turned to the elderly Caitian next to him. “You sure you want to tag along R’Mikk? It’s pretty hot out there.”
Leaning on his cane, R’Mikk shooed away Sa’Rahn’s concerns as if swatting away a fly, replying, “Do not be concerned for R’Mikk, save such thoughts for more important matters. Go. Go gather young Leo.”
The tiring walk back home took far longer the second time than it had the first, as R’Mikk, in his old age, was unable to match pace with his much younger companions. Albeit it warm out still, Sa’Rahn was thankful they took the path at a leisurely pace however, he was still quite bloated from lunch. The hot sun above began to set, causing the blue-green sky to drizzle into hues of pale teal and orange. Far enough away from the town of Harlun, the moisture of the roaring ocean could once again be felt in the air. The humidity weighed heavily in his lungs, constricting his breath as he walked. He panted quietly with each heavy step he took. It was hard enough to breathe as it was! Sa’Rahn cursed the ocean breeze for only adding to his suffering.
Leo held a certain admiration and fondness for R’Mikk, first meeting him when he had been but a little cub. He had grown up knowing the elderly Caitian thinking of him as an close uncle rather than a friend of the family. R’Mikk, in turn, took well to the attention of the boy. With no children of his own, and too late in life to realistically raise cubs now, he considered little Leo like a grandchild at times. “... And then instructors gave us only two days of supplies, and told us to reach the camp on the other side of the hill!” Leo eagerly repeated his story to R’Mikk as he had his brother earlier. “I made it first to the camp before the second moon.”
“An impressive feat, Leo continues to amaze R’Mikk with tales of such athletic skill.” R’Mikk played along, enjoying listening to the excitement in the cub’s voice.
“Thanks, Uncle Mrreketh!” Leo replied happily, fidgeting with the combadge he still had pinned to his vest. “The instructors told Mother and Father I could become a great scout. But, I feel Mother would prefer if I became something more professional, though.”
“Like what?” Sa’Rahn asked, wincing a little upon feeling a slight twinge in his chest. He instinctively rubbed the fatty flesh beneath his pecs, the minor spasm dissipating.
Leo turned to look up at his brother, lowering his head dejectedly in response. “Er, nothing, nevermind…”
“R’Mikk asks young Leo to forgive R’Mikk. R'Mikk is old, and eyes play tricks on R'Mikk often… but, R’Mikk cannot help but notice the emblem of the Federation as worn by young Leo. R’Mikk has heard of rumors of young Leo’s wishes to join the Federation? Is such an outlandish tale to be true?” R’Mikk spoke up decisively, shooting Sa’Rahn a sly grin without Leo’s notice.
Leo’s ears perked at the posed question. He almost hopped in place with excitement. Looking down at the combadge he still wore, eager to proudly lay out his answer, enthusiasm quickly faded from his face as he looked back to Sa’Rahn. “I… yes, Uncle Mrreketh. I-I plan to leave the Militia soon to join Starfleet.”
“Aye. A fine goal for such a young Caitian! The Militia is no place for such dreamers. R’Mikk can still remember the first days of service, many cycles ago.” Sa’Rahn squinted at R’Mikk, still rubbing his chest, puzzled by his reply. “Such reminds R’Mikk… Speak to R’Mikk, has young Leo learned the tale of the Maker of Fools?”
“The Maker of… No! I don’t think so…?”
The hint of intrigue in Leo’s youthful voice was all R’Mikk needed to know he had the cub’s full attention as Loremaster. Raising his head proudly to tell his story, he began, “Among the early Caitians was a female called M’Sha, known from all lands the light touched. It is from M’Sha that many animals native to Cait were first made known. Even in such times however, the trickster Cha’Rrook set his wicked sights upon dear M’Sha.
“Coming upon an isolated pond, M’Sha found a creature unlike any other. The wings of a Mrookh decorated its back, yet the animal swam like a mighty Shikara! There was no other like it, so M’Sha chose to watch it from afar, atop a mighty Skrat tree.
“Drawn by an invisible force, she watched the winged beasts land upon the water, only to drown. Finned beasts made attempts to fly and breathe the sweet air, only to fall upon the shore and perish too. Each that died did so attempting something it was not, ignoring the blessings within. The finned beasts knew not how to fly, nor the flying creatures how to swim. In their vanity they all perished, one by one.
“Through much sorrow, M’Sha named the beast that could both fly through the air and swim through the water, Fr’ketash, the Maker of Fools. To M’Sha, nothing was more foolish than to try to become what one is not. An irony, for the journeys of M’Sha encouraged others to look for places unseen, pursue things Caitians were never meant to do. The wicked Cha’Rrook was amused by this, and set out to make more beasts that were not of one kind or another, spreading them over the whole of Cait for M’Sha to discover. It is in honor of this that the first, and perhaps mythical one, has become the name given to those that attempt to become that which they are not.”
Leo’s golden eyes glazed over in thought at the proverb, looking down to his belly, then to the side of the road, trying to understand the cryptic lesson he had been presented. “The… the winged swimmer, it… it didn’t exist did it? All those birds and fish, they died because… they were trying to be something they could not?”
R’Mikk nodded. “The wicked tricks of Cha’Rrook still pull the naive to perish by their own hands. It takes true wisdom to avoid such snares.”
Leo’s ears dropped, disheartened as he applied the proverb to himself. Reaching to his vest, he removed the small badge to look over it in his nimble hands. “Uncle Mrreketh… I wanted to be a good son. A hero, like my brother. I just wanted to be… to-...” Leo bit his lower lip as his eyes began to water. “I am not like anyone else, I am not courageous nor talented. If I have no worthy skills to bring honor, of what use is there in being me...?”
"Hmm, R'Mikk has not had parents for some time, nor has R'Mikk ever born cubs. R'Mikk is sure though that R'Mikk would not wish for one to be as another. Leo is young still... But to profess Leo is of no value is foolish indeed. To look up to others is wise, but to become as another is not. Leo is not Sa'Rahn, nor Morley, nor Leo's parents." R'Mikk explained carefully, caringly placing a gentle hand on Leo's back. "This is what is wise, to take the best of what Leo sees in others, and to make it part of who Leo is. Not to become another."
Leo slowly nodded to the counsel, turning his head to his brother once more. “I owe you an apology, brother. I did not mean to trouble or worry you. I should have listened. I am a fool...”
“No! No little buddy, you’re not a fool.” Sa’Rahn exclaimed, trying to console him. As he spoke, he couldn’t help but notice how tiresome it felt to get his words out. He gulped, believing perhaps a hunk of Gal’frek was lodged in his throat. “I… I’m honored that you think I’m a hero, but… the truth is-...”
“Such truth remains to be Leo is not of another, but of self. A blessing young Leo should be proud to carry.” R’Mikk interrupted, cutting off Sa’Rahn before he could finish thankfully.
Nodding in agreement, Sa’Rahn slowed his pace till he came to a stop as he felt a dark force rumble in his core. He couldn’t be sure, but something didn’t feel right. Feeling lightheaded all of a sudden, his ears were stuffed with cotton, like his head was trapped in a balloon. The conversation between his companions began to slur. Sa’Rahn blinked and squinted, his vision blurring. Resting a hand on top his belly, he paused to regain his breath. It frightened him when he realized it couldn’t. Filling his lungs was painful, like something was clogging them. Sa’Rahn clutched his chest as burning pain radiated from inside him, spreading like sparking fire through his veins. It was near impossible to breathe now! He couldn’t get enough air! It felt like something was clamping down on his chest. His muscles tensed as he began to sweat. A chill clawed up his spine as his hackles rose, feeling a sharp, shooting pain in his wrists. Sa’Rahn began to tremble, realizing only for a moment what was happening before his legs buckled. He collapsed without warning, striking his head against the ground. He thought he felt him soil himself from fear. As he continued to shake uncontrollably, a cold coming over him he’d only felt once before, Sa’Rahn began to cry as he heard the muffled screams of panic from his little brother, feeling his life slip away.
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-To Be Continued...
The first day of three weeks of shore leave! What better of a way to start out relaxation than with a big meal at his family's restaurant. Let's hope those annoying aches and pains don't mean anything...
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With a groggy snort that rumbled in his throat, Sa’Rahn woke himself from the night. Swallowing the muck in his mouth, he groaned, exhausted. Cracking his eyes slightly, he found his bedroom was still dark. The farthest room in the back of the old subterranean home, his was completely underground, no windows. Rays of light from the rest of the house softly crept through the hanging beaded doorway across from him. Squinting, he tried to raise his head from the soft pillow, damp with drool. Moaning softly, he rolled onto his back, dragging the fuzzy woolen covers over his rotund figure once more. After a deep and brutal internal struggle that could rival the greatest of wars, he finally mustered the energy to get up. Swinging his heavy legs out, he sat slumped on the side of the bed. He weaved in place, still trying to wake up. Sa’Rahn had slept more soundly that night than he had in months. There were no starships roaring past windows outside to wake him, or ambient hum of the electro-plasma systems to drive him nuts. Just natural silence. Yet despite it all, waking up still felt awful.
Knees wobbling as he rose, Sa’Rahn barked in pain and clutched the small of his back. It felt like someone had dug a knife into each segment of his spine. Mother’s Cubs, it hurt even worse than yesterday! His stamina drained quickly, dropping him back to the bed. Sa’Rahn could feel his bones grinding against each other. The agony in his back cut his breath short, beads of sweat wetting his brow. Gritting his teeth tightly, he rose again, this time managing to endure the pain. He could do this, Sa’Rahn told himself, he could go about his day and ignore it.
Sa’Rahn’s jaws stretched to let out a sleepy yawn as he clumsily tried to pick up his pantaloons left on the floor. With a twinge from his spine however, he was sharply reminded he couldn’t bend over. After a few pathetic attempts at picking them up with his tail, he finally gave up. He was among family, among his own kind. He could freely walk throughout the house nude, no one would care. Perhaps a hot shower would ease the pain.
He winced at the weight on his legs. His joints seemed to creak as loud as the floor beneath him as he shambled to the bathroom in the hallway. Steam filled the small room as hot water poured over his head, fogging up the mirror and making it all the harder to breathe. The knives in his back, the aching in his knees, both slowly subsided some as the warmth soothed his muscles. Lathering himself with soap, Sa’Rahn tried to picture the day ahead of him. The first day of his three weeks of shore leave, he was free to do just about anything! It felt a bit strange really. If the ache in his back faded, perhaps later he could go climbing with little Leo like he’d promised. Or maybe he would peruse the local town and its shops. He could always visit the lesser-traveled old-town nearby, find a quiet spot and enjoy a long nap in the sun. That last one sounded nice… While drying his fur however, his empty stomach reminded him of the plan to visit his family’s restaurant.
Finally, the pain in his back tolerable at least, he was able to retrieve his pantaloons, he noticed something felt off about them. Plunging his hands into the pockets, he realized his combadge was gone. Worried a bit, he checked the pockets a second time, hoping he had missed it somehow. Had he taken it out to call Iris last night? Checking the nightstands and bed itself, his badge was nowhere to be found. “Cath…” He cursed to himself. This would make the third combadge he’d lost since his promotion as Admiral. He’d have to check with Morley, maybe his brother had seen it. Otherwise it would require another awkward request form to fill out, he knew.
Pacing through the house slowly, Sa’Rahn ran his fingers over the rugged walls, feeling the bumps and cracks within them. Enjoying the pleasant memories of family that flowed through his thoughts, he couldn’t help but notice how quiet everything was. It was breakfast time; he imagined his father would be busy in the kitchen, the house filled with aromas of fresh bread and meat to entice the hungry stomachs’ of those waking up. Yet, he smelled nothing. Peeking into each room along the way, all were dark and empty. “... Hello?” Sa’Rahn yawned as he neared the dining room, rubbing his sore back a bit.
Lost in thought at the dining table, Leo lifted his head with a smile at the sound of his brother's hoarse voice. “Oh! Good morning, brother! Did you sleep well?”
“Ah, hey little buddy. Didn’t see you there.” Sa’Rahn smiled some, leaning against the wall to regain his breath. He had merely walked down the hallway, only 30 feet or so he guessed. Why was he so out of breath already? “Yeah, yeah I had a decent night… where is everyone?”
“You slept very late, everyone left for the restaurant some time ago. Father works today. I asked to stay behind, and wait for you.” Leo replied, standing up from the table. “I-I realized you would be hungry when you woke up, so I attempted to fix breakfast, but... I do not share our father’s talents…”
“Heh… Well, thanks for trying.” Sa’Rahn laughed a bit, scratching his muzzle. “How are you though? You look like you’re feeling better.”
“Brother?” Leo asked, confused.
“You seemed awfully sick last night.” Sa’Rahn explained. “Looked like you were carrying a brre’l of cubs.”
“Oh… that. Yes, I apologize, brother. I did not mean to alarm you.” Leo expressed, his ears lowering. “This past cycle, I have been attempting to increase my weight. I have made some progress! But, it has not been easy. I get sick very often.”
“You’re trying to-… why would you do that?”
Leo opened his mouth to respond, but only a silence came out. His eyes darted around the room, uncertain of what to say. The question visibly had taken him off guard, and in truth, even he seemed uncertain of the reason himself. “It seemed… proper? Everyone else is… I-I was just trying to be l-like-...”
As Leo spoke, Sa’Rahn noticed his little brother mindlessly fidgeting something thin and shiney between his fingers. His missing combadge. “Is that my badge?”
Leo’s ears laid flat, realizing only now what he had done. Hesitating to give an answer, he looked at the combadge a moment longer before quickly handing it over shamefully. “I… I am sorry, brother. While you slept... I just wished to look at it... It, it made a noise when I held it, and it’s been making more noises ever since.”
Snatching the badge, Sa’Rahn tapped and spoke into it, “Go ahead?”
“Admiral! We received a hail from you over three hours ago, we’ve been trying to reach you ever since. Is something wrong?” A voice asked.
“Nah, nah everything’s fine. I uh...” Sa’Rahn paused, taking the moment to consider over his very, very saddened brother in front of him. “... I must have sat on my badge by accident. Sorry for the alarm.”
“Acknowledged.” The voice replied, ending the short conversation.
“Please forgive me, brother… I did not mean to cause harm.” Leo stammered, almost shaking.
“You could have just asked, ya know.” Leo merely nodded dejectedly in response. His head hung low and his shoulders closed in, ashamed. Sa’Rahn quickly grasped the sincerity of his little brother’s apology, what mild frustration he had built up quickly faded away without a trace. Leo was still young in Sa’Rahn’s eyes, he obviously hadn’t thought anything of taking the badge merely to examine it and satisfy his own curiosity. He couldn’t be mad at him for that. Fondling the small metal device in his hand, Sa’Rahn reached out gently to attach the badge onto the light leather vest Leo was wearing. “I use this to contact my ship It’s VERY important. I’d rather not attach it directly to my skin if I could help it... Can you hold onto it for me, for now?” Sa’Rahn asked, trying to lighten the mood and place Leo at ease.
His ears popping back up, Leo’s expression brightened as he admired the badge with a bit of awe. He tugged on the panel of his vest trying to view it better, his head lurched down as far as his thin neck would allow. “Th-... thank you, brother! I’ll keep it safe!” He replied eagerly.
Leo had always been a very open cub growing up. Probably more than what was good for him. Sa’Rahn hadn’t been around for the majority of his younger years while away in Starfleet, but even before then, his little brother had always worn his heart on his sleeve. Taking after his father, he would often become emotional, taking things personally, and not always knowing how to handle himself. Not that Sa’Rahn was any better, granted. Leo simply hadn’t considered it wrong to take the badge. In his mind, he hadn’t stolen it, only borrowed it momentarily. Sa’Rahn realized, had he been awake, Leo would have asked for permission to examine it. He was a good cub at heart, just rather naive.
Startling Leo a little, Sa’Rahn’s stomach growled loudly, reminding him once again that he hadn’t eaten yet. “Agh… Hey, little buddy, since breakfast was a bust, you think we can head to the restaurant now? I’m starving.”
“Oh! Yes of course! I’d imagine it will take an hour’s walk. Come, I know the way well!” Leo gestured to his brother, energetically walking to the front door.
“Wait, we’re walking…?” Sa’Rahn questioned, hopeful he wouldn’t have to endure such a trip.
It wasn’t long before Sa’Rahn was grateful he had chosen to remain bare-chested while on Cait. Had he worn a vest, let alone a robe, he was certain he would have melted to nothing but a furry puddle. Even still, his back and belly burned in the heat. Cait’s beating sun above cooked his brown fur, searing the backs of his ears. Sweat began to soak the fur of his forehead and armpits. At least the throbbing pain in his eyes distracted him from his back and compacting knees. He huffed with each step, pressure constricting his lungs as he walked the same path he and Morley had the day before. Each leaf and branch that provided even the smallest amount of shade overhead proved to be a blessing in his mind. Sa’Rahn regretted he had chosen to visit in the summer.
Despite the aches and burning heat, he could endure it, at least for Leo’s sake. His little brother had such an energetic and proud spring in his step, as his age dictated. His tail swaying happily, the glimmer of youthful ignorance in his eyes. Sa’Rahn grinned a little, remembering when he too used to have a young spirit in his bones. Truthfully, he wasn’t old himself, he wasn’t even middle-aged yet. But he did often feel older than he was. Maybe it was because of his good health slowly deteriorating thanks to his gluttonous lifestyle. Or perhaps his painful, aching spine currently reminding him he was no longer a cub. He envied his little brother a bit, wishing he still grasped the vigor of his younger self.
“So... the Militia took the scouts to the Cher’rock Dunes in Sehãr Valley not long ago. Father told me you once trained there when you were in the Militia too, right?” Leo enthusiastically began to tell his story. “The instructors gave us only two days of supplies, a-and required us to reach a camp that had been set up on the other side of the mountain. I wish you could have seen me, brother! I hardly consumed any of the rations, and made it to the camp first before the second moon.”
“Wow, that’s really impressive!” Sa’Rahn honestly wasn’t sure what to think of the supposed feat. He tried to forget much of his time in the Militia, memories riddled with bullying and teasing about his ballooning weight and failing grades. Truthfully, it was the core of the reason why he had followed Morley into Starfleet, to get away from it all. Leo was lucky for not having to endure the same treatment he had at his age. “I uh… I can’t remember if I trained there to be honest. It’s been a long time.” Sa’Rahn shrugged, clasping his hands behind his back as he walked.
“Oh, r-right… sorry.” Leo apologized, also placing his hands behind his back. Slowing to match his brother’s gait, he continued, “I hurt my claws pretty bad climbing that day. They’re all fine now, but my fingers were bleeding. I almost slipped a few times… But, I-I just pretended I was you, like when you had to scale up that mountain on Nimbus III to escape that Gorn listening station!”
“Heh, wow that was-… wait, what-...?”
“The-... the sun was really hot that day, so the rocks burned my hands a lot. But, you must’ve gone through the same thing right? I-... I-I read that Nimbus gets really hot during the day, that most people can’t go outside. Was it like that? I bet it was pretty exhilarating, yeah?” Leo questioned keenly.
Mother’s Cubs, that mission felt like a lifetime ago, he hadn’t thought about it in years! While still just a Commander, Sa’Rahn had accompanied an away team assigned to infiltrate an illegal Gorn listening station just outside state boundaries of Paradise City, disabling it by any means necessary. The station had been a tool of the local crime lord, Hassan, a disgusting Orion slave-master, equally as obese as Sa’Rahn. While he himself wasn’t the one to lead the away team, Sa’Rahn did vividly recall the firefight when a Fistfull of Gorn attacked. He remembered shooting two of them. After the station had been shut down, or rather, destroyed beyond repair, Sa’Rahn and the away team were forced to flee for extraction up a near-vertical cliff face to escape reinforcements. The whole team made it back in one piece, no casualties thankfully. The situation went on from there for quite a bit, but that was roughly six years ago! His little brother hadn’t yet even turned ten years old back then! “Leo, little buddy, how… where did you hear about that?”
“Hmm? Oh, I read your report to Captain Fortyive.” Leo clarified.
“... Starfleet released my reports?” He wasn’t aware any of his records under his previous Captain had ever seen the light of day. Though he knew some records had been declassified, he wasn’t aware that those from the Nimbus III mission had been.
“Yeah! I’ve been reading all the reports I can find! There are a bunch of gaps though, and a lot of things are removed.” Leo continued. “You-... You’ve gone on so many adventures! I… I was hoping… maybe, you could tell me some of your stories? I… I’d really like to hear some!”
“I… uh, I don’t know. What were you wanting to know about?” Sa’Rahn asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
Leo scratched the scruff of his chin as he thought carefully, as if privileged to decide how to lead the conversation next! Sa’Rahn could easily see dozens of pent up questions pass before of his little brother’s darting yellow eyes until he finally replied, “What was your first mission with Captain Fortyive like?”
“You mean after I was given my battlefield commission? Um… it wasn’t anything special, really. I remember the Nederland was tasked to escort a Klingon Empire representative that was to meet with some council members of the Federation on Regulus IV. I was assigned to his security detail. Followed him around for the day, then we took him home after all the political talk was over. Nothing really happened, not that I’m complaining.” It had been almost eight years since his first official ‘mission’ under his previous Captain, he was amazed he still remembered any of the details whatsoever. Watching Leo as he spoke, his little brother seemed to listen to the dull story with fascination. Confused a bit, he felt compelled to ask, “Hey, little buddy, how come you want to know about stuff like this?”
“W-well, Mother and Father like to tell of your accomplishments often to everyone at the restaurant. Y-you’re an Admiral in Starfleet, you get to fly your own ship! You’ve gotten to do so much!” Leo stuttered, his whiskers fluttering with excitement. Tugging on his vest again to proudly display Sa’Rahn’s pinned combadge, he continued with a wide smile on his face, “I’ve been thinking for some time now, a-and I wish to be more like you when I grow older, brother! I’ve been studying harder, and I’ve been eating more. Next cycle, I wish to abandon the Militia so I can join Starfleet. S-soon, I’ll get to experience the same adventures you have! And then I can be a Captain too!”
“No. Leo don’t-...” Sa’Rahn blurted out without thinking, only catching himself mid-sentence. He regretted it immediately, shutting his mouth as he slowed his lumbering to a mere shuffle. Placing his hand over his face, he quickly realized the impact his response had, as his little brother’s expression grew ashamed and confused.
“Wh-... why?” Leo asked timidly.
The enthusiasm in his brother’s youthful tone had dwindled away nothing as he stared into Leo’s eyes. How could he explain this without crushing him? Truthfully, Sa’Rahn regretted much of his past, even his decision to join Starfleet in the first place. He was growing more comfortable with his lofty and safe position as an Admiral of the 23rd Fleet. Even though he knew he hadn’t earned it, and often questioned if the road that led him by the nose to now had been worth it. There were things he was grateful for, obviously, but time and chance had led much of his life. He was lucky he knew, and even luckier it hadn’t killed him in the process.
Sa’Rahn treasured the years under his previous Captain, that would never change. Those memories, however, were riddled with the constant fear of the danger he knew he’d been in, sometimes barely surviving. Much of his duties, especially near the end of his career as a Commander, had been classified. Sa’Rahn vividly recalled the many firefights he’d been in, when a Romulan had nearly blown his head off with a compression pistol, or when he had been shot in the arm by a True Way rebel. Looking at Leo now, his fur was bright and colorful, unblemished and soft and his wide golden eyes carried a imaginative spirit behind them. He was so young still, so much life ahead of him. He wouldn’t survive a year. Sa’Rahn couldn’t approve of Leo’s decision to gamble it all away so carelessly. “Little buddy, I-... do Mum and Dad know you want to do this?”
“... I have not told them yet.” Leo hesitated, ears flattened and his tail stopped swaying as he looked to the ground. “Mother and Father, they’re always proud of you. And I am too! I… I wanted to be like you. See other worlds and help people. Fly my own ship, go on adventures…”
Trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut, he fully realized just how much his blurb had hurt his little brother. He didn’t want to have this conversation. Placing an unsteady hand on Leo’s shoulder, Sa’Rahn tried to explain, “Leo, buddy. Starfleet is… You have such talent! And you like helping Mum and Dad with the restaurant, right? Even when you were little, I remember how good a swimmer you are. You’re the best fisher I know!”
“But you’re a hero!” Leo insisted. “I want to be a hero and help people too…”
Sa’Rahn bit his tongue at the lie. He was no hero. “Leo, I don’t… Please don’t join Starfleet. You deserve better.”
Bereft of any response, Leo stared into his eyes, emotion welling up inside him. He sulked away from his brother’s hand and continued walking the path silently. His posture slouched as he dropped his head, rejected by the hero and brother he looked to. “Leo…” Following behind him, Sa’Rahn opened his mouth to speak, but quickly found himself at a loss of any words that might mend what he said. He hadn’t meant to crush little Leo so, but how could he have kept quiet?
The soft sand and dirt beneath his sweaty feet gradually hardened as the rural path slowly turned into a rocky paved roadway. Melding with the ocean-side forest around them like a part of nature, small houses and buildings started to mark the outskirts of the local town of Harlun. The sounds of people and busy life grew as one with the roaring of the distant ocean with each step. It wasn’t long before Sa’Rahn found himself greeted with multiple hello’s and good afternoon’s as the way quickly became populated with more Caitians than he could count. The dense trees and foliage thinned, but only a little bit, as they neared the heart of town. Smooth polished stones that laid the roadway below were painted with bright pastel colors, forming ornate patterns that blossomed into larger murals as they branched into the town’s square. Vibrant banners and flags hung from long pinned ropes, suspended high above his head, reaching from building to building. Sa’Rahn’s ears perked as he heard the broken tune of local street musicians, the chattering crowd gathered around almost drowning out the sound. There was an older Caitian woman over by a fountain, adorned in decorated robes reading from a scroll to an enticed crowd, reciting tales of a Loremaster. Sa’Rahn smiled as he came to a stop for a moment, allowing a group of cubs to run past him, playfully chasing one another.
It was a beautiful thing to witness, he thought. In this day and age, Caitians were well acquainted with the luxuries of life technology had to offer. His people had the best medical facilities for lightyears, engineering and starship yards that could rival even Starfleet’s. And yet, so many of his kind chose to keep such things in its place. Caitians sang and made music in the streets. Not playing a holo-recording on repeat. Restaurants served real food, caught and grown and cooked to fill hungry bellies. Not replicated from lines of code. Cubs leapt and played with one another, imagining themselves to be mighty warriors or spacemen to save the day! Not isolating themselves in holodecks. Sa’Rahn had grown so complacent to his convenient starship life, it all seemed foreign to him. And yet somehow still home, like a forgotten memory brought up again.
The peaceful town of Harlun was built in a semi-circular manner around multiple plateaus along the coast, most facing inward towards the centre of town and ocean, giving each home and store a scenic view to enjoy. Sa’Rahn wiped the sweat from his forehead, heaving for breath with each step he took as Leo led the way up what seemed like countless stairs carved into the stone, separating the town as it grew outward and upward. Truthfully though, it was only three short flights of stairs.
Distinctive from other buildings around, the Noa’tek family restaurant had no front-facing walls or doors, but rather was open to the square, allowing for passersby to be overtaken by the aromas of delicious seafood inside, while also giving patrons an impressive look over the bay and streets below. The bustling sounds of the town soon blended seamlessly into rhythmic upbeat Caitian drums and diner chit-chat as they entered. The place was packed for a late lunch, guests at almost every table! Similar to the shape of Harlun, the restaurant gradually circled inwards on itself with a slightly lowered floor lain in the center. An astonishingly thick barked tree grew up from the center of it all, the building seemingly molded around it. Branches sprouted from its top as if to support the roof, blanketing the ceiling with a canopy of lush vines and leaves, intertwined with hanging roped lights. Each table showcased a different work of art, carved into the wood and lacquered to a fine, almost glass-like polish. Decorative fishing nets, claw-painted art, mounted fish, and colorful tapestries lined the walls, leaving little space left untouched. The salty smell of freshly grilled seafood and rich aromas of appetizers saturated the air to the point where every breath felt like a full meal in itself. Sa’Rahn’s ears and tail fell limp, his whiskers quivering with ecstasy. His stomach rumbled as his mouth began to water like a leaky faucet. He could hardly contain himself as his senses overloaded. It had been so long since he had visited.
“If you’ll excuse me, I promised Mother I would assist taking orders from the customers for a while.” Leo stated while walking ahead of his brother, his voice dull and downcast.
“Leo... stop please.... I’m sorry-...” Sa’Rahn attempted to apologize between gasping for breath. By the time he spoke however, Leo was already deep into the restaurant crowd, no longer able to hear him. Or perhaps he purposely ignored him. Sa’Rahn reached out to lean against a supporting pillar, panting to compose himself. Pain radiated from his chest, vision blurry. He hadn’t felt this winded in a long time. Filling his lungs as best he could, he sighed and dropped his shoulders. He looked out at the sea of feeding patrons around him, eyeing their meals, licking his chops. Enough was enough, Sa’Rahn had endured the infernal trek from the house to here in the sweltering heat. He was starving. Besides, the cub wasn’t willing to listen at present anyway.
Accidentally bumping into a few people and tables along the way, Sa’Rahn worked through the crowded restaurant up to the bar where his father cooked. T’Ralf enjoyed preparing his art in front of others, allowing customers to enjoy a show while they ate, but also giving him the opportunity to chat with anyone he pleased. “He and his brother are residing with us for three weeks, perhaps you shall see him still. It has been a most certain pleasure to cook for all my sons once more-...” Sa’Rahn overheard his father say to a customer as he neared. Resting a sturdy cleaver in his hand as he diced a silvery fish into bits, a warm smile spread across T’Ralf’s face upon noticing his son approaching. “My son! You have arrived! Young Leo told me you accompanied him this afternoon.”
Nodding a bit, Sa’Rahn simply replied, “Hey, Dad.”
“‘Dad’?” The customer T’Ralf had been speaking to at the bar before interjected, his creaky aged voice strikingly familiar. Turning to greet him, the Caitian continued with a sly grin, “Where has Sa'Rahn gathered this expression…? Has Sa'Rahn spent too long among Terrans that now Sa'Rahn will name T'Ralf, 'Dad' and not ‘Father’ as is proper?”
“I… wha-, R’Mikk?!” Sa’Rahn stammered, his heart skipping a beat from the surprise.
Even in his old age, his contorted spine hunched forward, the tan-furred Caitian stood roughly the same height, if not a little taller than Sa’Rahn still. The man wore a pair of sandy pantaloons and a sleeved leather vest, his thinning frame hidden mostly beneath simple purple and blue robes draped over his shoulders, down to his rump both front and back. The mantle covered over a thick fabric belt with a carved wooden buckle that held in his belly, small pouches and a scroll hanging from the sides. Around his neck rested a humble beaded necklace with a single, thick claw dangling from the center, all hidden underneath a long, greying beard. Held tightly in his grasp rested an old wooden walking stick, warped and rubbed smooth from tip to base, polished to a pearly shine from contact with body oils over the decades. His furry lips arched into a broken smile as his tired yellow eyes relaxed. “Greetings friend. Sa’Rahn’s presence is a surprise to be sure, but one R’Mikk welcomes.”
A wealthy merchant and well-traveled freighter captain, R’Mikk had serviced the 23rd Fleet for numerous commodity needs for longer than Sa’Rahn had been in Starfleet. Since first meeting him shortly after being promoted to Admiral, the two had become good friends over the years. Although his duties primarily focused on organizing duty rosters, Sa’Rahn was often the one to barter and purchase goods off R’Mikk to supply the fleet. As their friend-and-partnership grew over time, the elderly Caitian had gotten to know the Noa’Tek’s as a family, and often frequented Cait to service their restaurant, free of charge. What’s more, throughout his many years the Caitian had earned the prestigious title of Loremaster among his people, and had kindly offered to care for Sa’Rahn’s family if ever the need arose. “Hah! I wasn’t expecting to see you here. What brings you here?” Sa’Rahn laughed.
“R’Mikk was kindly requested by Sa’Rahn’s father for shipments of organic Terran commodities.” R’Mikk explained, gesturing a bit to T’Ralf.
“Three tanks of fresh Terran ‘sour cream’! Among a few other things.” T’Ralf added happily, continuing to slice up the fish in front of him. “Your older brother recommended including it to the menu earlier this cycle. I shall admit, I was skeptical at first, but the patrons have quite enjoyed it! R’Mikk here was kind enough to bring enough to last the summer sun.”
“In exchange, T’Ralf has offered to serve R’Mikk a fine meal as always.” R’Mikk chuckled, leaning on his walking stick some.
“Ah, well that’s nice of you.” Sa’Rahn nodded a bit, rubbing the small of his back, the pain in his spine returning. “Actually, Dad, I was kind of hoping I could get something to eat too? Me and Leo walked all the way here and I’ve been starving all morning.”
“Of course, my son. Um…” T’Ralf paused, standing on his toes to look around the two of them. “The restaurant is quite busy at this time, but there appears to be a few free tables by the divide. Have a seat, I shall service you as soon as I am able.”
“Thanks Dad.”
“Might R’Mikk join Sa’Rahn?” R’Mikk spoke up, his fuzzy brows peaking a bit. “R’Mikk would take great pleasure in such opportunity to eat in good company.”
“Oh, yeah of course! It’s been a few months since we last spoke, I wouldn’t mind catching up.” Sa’Rahn replied with a nod.
“I’ll bring out your Ler’rishic Dippers to the table when they’re ready, Ol’ Timer.” T’Ralf added with a warm smile as the two started to step away, reaching over the bar to give R’Mikk a friendly pat on the shoulder.
Sa’Rahn let out a winded sigh of relief as he sat, seizing the opportunity to catch his breath yet again. The crippling pain in his back and knees finally relaxed some. He rolled his head around gently, the bones in his neck cracking. “T’Ralf informed R’Mikk this marks the day of Sa’Rahn’s awaited return to Cait for many years. What brings Sa’Rahn home after so long?” R’Mikk began to ask, laying his walking stick at his side as he too sat across from Sa’Rahn.
“Just taking some shore leave, wanted to visit the family.” Sa’Rahn replied. His ears lowered a bit, embarrassed as he struggled with the booth seat still. There wasn’t a lot of room for him, the table dug into his belly. He would have thought his father of all people would have accounted for Caitians his size.
Nodding a bit, the next question he would pose already weighing in his mind, R’Mikk continued, “A charitable offering. Does not Sa’Rahn obtain much time for personal use as Admiral?”
“I… hadn’t really found the time to use any of my vacation days until now.” Sa’Rahn answered carefully. Truthfully, he had been avoiding returning home for quite some time. He wanted nothing more than to see his family again, but he couldn’t help but dread the possible conversations that might arise as a result. Why aren’t you married yet? Why aren’t you taking care of yourself? What are your plans for the future? How did you become an Admiral? All things he hoped wouldn’t have to endure while he was here. Sa’Rahn would have postponed the trip longer if he could, but the question of why he hadn’t visited in so long was becoming an issue now as well. Changing the subject before R’Mikk could delve deeper, he asked, “What’s with the cane? Never seen you use one before.”
The Caitian stroked the old wooden walking stick a moment, running his fingers along the hand carved grooves, recalling the cherished memories it held. “R’Mikk is neither to be as young nor spry Sa’Rahn’s self. R’Mikk’s is often reminded of many aches with the weightiness of Cait, it is to be-… *urp*...” Interrupting himself, R’Mikk covered mouth as he burped, a pained and disgusted grimace painting his old face.
Sa’Rahn’s expression softened empathetically. He knew the man suffered from a rare case of chronic Rach'chu, an illness that occasionally struck older Caitians, causing excess gas to build up and often leading to what could best be described as belching. Sa’Rahn had been told before the experience was was similar to heartburn. “Are you alright?” He asked.
R’Mikk nodded slowly, letting his stomach settle some before responding, “R’Mikk urges Sa’Rahn to strive from becoming silvermaned. Such age is less than enjoyable.”
“I should have known you’d only come here to stuff your face instead of help.”
Looking over to the accusing voice stood a familiar blond Caitian holding a datapad, arms crossed over his sizable pot belly. “Morley?” Sa’Rahn questioned, surprised to see his brother. “What’re-... What are you doing?”
“I’m waiting tables, what does it look like I’m doing…?” Morley snarled. “Mum and Dad are understaffed today, so I’m helping. Leo is too. I have five other tables waiting to be served, so just tell me what you want so I can get going.”
It had been a long time since Sa’Rahn had perused the restaurant’s menu. He scratched the scruff of his chin as he thought, feeling Morley growing more impatient with each passing second. “I’ll have uh… the Gral'frek and a big bowl R'reels Stew, and… and a Nuts-and-Bolts to drink.”
“Shra…” Morley muttered with a angered sneer, writing up the order. “I’ll let Dad know.”
The tone of Morley’s gruff voice steadily building guilt in his veins, Sa’Rahn reluctantly spoke up asked, “Afterwards… do you need any help with the customers, or…?”
“Didn’t help before. Don’t need it now.” Morley growled under his breath as he left to wait others.
“Morley’s heart appears to be troubled with a great number of things.” R’Mikk offered once Morley was out of earshot. “Has not all been well?”
“I dunno, he’s always so serious about everything.” Sa’Rahn shrugged, trying to ignore his brother’s arrogant attitude. Even still though, he couldn’t deny that he too had felt something was wrong. “It’s just… now that you mention it, he’s seemed rather angry lately. Ever since him and me beamed down yesterday, especially.”
“Hmm, perhaps a transporter malfunction, replacing the good brother of Sa’Rahn with the not so good brother of Sa’Rahn. However, R’Mikk fails to see any semblance of a beard upon Morley.” R’Mikk chuckled a bit.
Laughing some as well, Sa’Rahn smiled. “Yeah, yeah maybe, heh.”
Despite the chaotic bustling of the numerous patrons surrounding them, the restaurant as a whole had a very cozy and heartful feel to it still. There were countless Caitians eating and enjoying each other loudly all around, often sitting within arm's reach. The calming drums in the background that could barely be heard at times encouraged customers to stay and enjoy, rather than to hurry and go. Although family owned, and only the modest structure to its name, Noa’Tek Seafood & Grill was by far the single most highly rated and frequented food stops throughout all of Harlun. “The Guarantee of a Warm Heart and a Full Belly. -T’Ralf Noa’Tek”, so his father had written on a sign next to the menu above the bar. Although the slogan had always made him laugh as a cub, Sa’Rahn knew that be the truth.
Yet in spite of the crowd, it didn’t take long before Morley returned to lay out the meal Sa’Rahn had been hungering for all day. Steamy aromas rising from the plates lead Sa’Rahn by the nose as if he were in a deep trance. R’Mikk quietly bowed his head for a moment, offering a customary silent prayer before he humbly began to enjoy the bland Ler’rishic Dippers he had ordered. Sa’Rahn on the other hand, enslaved by his stomach, could hold back no longer, digging into the scooped Gal’Frek without hesitation. The massive dish was a horseshoe crab-like creature, native to Cait, gutted, fried, and served upside down in its reddish-brown scaly shell like a bowl. The tingling spices collided with the smokey-cooked flesh, mixing with the drizzled caramel and vanilla ice cream on the side, creating a hot and buzzing, yet cooling sensation. Sa’Rahn felt as if he would melt in his seat from the sheer pleasure as he shoveled more of the juicy buttered Gal’frek into his mouth, relishing every bite.
Wiping his muzzle politely, R’Mikk looked to Sa’Rahn as he ate. “Speak to R’Mikk, what has become of Sa’Rahn’s lovely mate, Iris? How has Sa’Rahn chosen to pursue said courtship of late?”
Sa’Rahn rose his head at the question. “We uh, we’re doing good. We were both hoping she could come with me on this trip but… The Clan Council contacted me on our approach to… ‘warn me’.” He paused to stuff more into his mouth. “They chose to reject my request for her exoneration, and told me she would be arrested if she beamed down with me. So…”
R’Mikk sighed and shook his head slowly. “Pitiful the Council can be, never to be reasoned. Has not Iris lived to see the future as the future has become yet still?”
Sa’Rahn nodded as he scraped the inside of the slimy Gal’Frek shell with his claws, licking every last scrap he could off his fingers. “It’s not fair… It wasn’t her fault she got sent back, and it’s not like it even matters anymore. The Undine attack on Earth Spacedock happened over 3 years ago now, she’s lived past the uh… fulcrum point? Flash point? I don’t know what the scientists call it.”
“Indeed.” R’Mikk agreed, continuing to eat as well. “In any such case, R’Mikk would request Sa’Rahn greets Iris as if Sa’Rahn were to be R’Mikk when reunited.”
Sa’Rahn slumped in his seat, a bit winded. All of the massive Gal’frek was gone. He even had licked clean the fatty grease that coated the bottom of the shell! It left him quite full, but he didn’t plan on enjoying only a single dish. Resting for a moment first, Sa’Rahn set aside the empty husk and slid the steaming bowl of R'reels Broth in front of him. Fresh ler'rishic stock with potatoes and garlic, spiced with nar'ga and ay'ruma herbs native to Cait, all brewed into a thick stew. The dish had been a favorite since he was a cub. Living up to its name, Sa’Rahn grinned, seeing a number of slithering live R’reels still swimming about within the soup. He motioned his fingers to lift the rich aroma to his nose before lifting the bowl with his hands, tipping it to his mouth gently. Sa’Rahn’s stomach hadn’t the patience to use a spoon.
“What of Sa’Rahn’s young brother?” R’Mikk asked as he chewed some, noticing Leo pacing about the restaurant crowd, helping Morley take orders. “R’Mikk has not yet had the privilege to greet young Leo since R’Mikk’s arrival. Yet, R’Mikk cannot help but notice young Leo seemingly weighed down by something troubling.”
Sa’Rahn licked his chops as he let out a small belch. Placing the bowl back on the table, all but a watery puddle of soup remained, and a few frantically slithering R’reels. He always liked to save them for last. “Leo?” Sa’Rahn asked, carefully picking up one of the delicious creatures with his claws. “He uh… yeah, I think Leo’s mad at me.”
“Oh? And what quarrel would young Leo have with Sa’Rahn? Is Leo not pleased to see Sa’Rahn after many cycles?” R’Mikk questioned as he gently slid his lone empty plate away having had his fill.
“It’s complicated, I dunno… I’m worried for him.” Sa’Rahn started to say as he placed another R’reel between his lips, slurping it down like a limp noodle. It had been some time since he had true R’reels Broth, as it couldn’t be replicated live. Leaning back with a smile across his face upon finishing the last of them, he chuckled a little, feeling of the remaining R’reels wriggling in his stomach. “Leo’s been acting strange ever since I got here. Like, last night, you should have seen him. The cub ate enough for five people! Made himself sick. Then this morning I find out he stole my combadge... He wants to drop out of the Militia and join Starfleet!”
“Hmm… young Leo is at a most troublesome age, pivotal with much confusion of self plaguing the mind. Little left to understanding.” R’Mikk lamented, resting his hands in his lap.
Sa’Rahn reached out for the iced drink he had been saving. Despite feeling more than full already, Mother’s Cubs have mercy if he wasn’t going to enjoy his drink as desert! “I might understand dropping out of the Milita if he was being bullied like I was at his age. But he’s not. He says he just wants to be like me, calls me a hero.”
“Is Sa’Rahn not such? Are not all older brothers and fathers heroes to the younger generation?”
He sighed with a bit of pleasure as the sweet drink fizzled his tongue, chilling him to the core. His taste buds sparked as he the heavy coconut cream in his mouth fused with the tangy ra’uhl salt around the rim of the glass. “R’Mikk, bud, look at me. Do I look like a hero to you? You know I was kicked out of the academy. You know I’m in Starfleet now because someone pitied me. And the only reason I’m an Admiral is because people wanted me behind a desk instead of commanding a starship.” He paused, staring down into his rich drink before taking another swig, hoping the alcohol would kick in. “My job is boring and I’m getting fatter every day. I have almost no real skills. I’m amazed I’m even alive at this point, after what I’ve been through… I’m not a hero, I’m a fraud. And... I don’t want Leo joining Starfleet… he’s a good cub. He doesn’t know what he’d be getting into.”
As Sa’Rahn shifted in his seat, he winced and bared his teeth at a sharp twinge to his spine. He had hoped the alcohol in his drink would have eased that. Taking notice, R’Mikk inquired, “Is all well with Sa’Rahn?”
“My back and legs have been killing me… I’ve been feeling awful ever since I beamed down.” Sa’Rahn groaned, rubbing his back. “Look… Leo won’t listen to me. Do you think… could you talk to him or something? You’re a Loremaster, Leo respects-...”
“I do hope I’m not interrupting. I had a moment, so I decided I would check to see how you two were fairing. Are you finished already?” T’Ralf asked as he happily bellied up to the booth, glancing over the empty dishes. Looking to R’Mikk with a friendly smile, T’Ralf gave him a good pat on the shoulder. “Did you have enough to eat, Ol’ Timer? Perhaps I might interest you in R’uffet Roles for desert? I know they’re some of your favorites. A fresh batch is coming out of the furnace any minute.”
“Hmm, R’Mikk is to be tempted, but shall pass. Many thanks for the fine meal T’Ralf, most filling as always.” R’Mikk chuckled.
“Bah, you’ve always been far too skinny! What is the point of greying fur if one cannot revel in what he eats?” T’Ralf laughed merrily. “I shall have Morley set aside a dozen for you to enjoy at your leisure. And, to speak of such, L’Mara and I wish to invite you to dinner at our home this evening! It has been some time since we enjoyed you as our guest. Please, let us repay your kindness for this day.”
“That would be acceptable to R’Mikk. Many thanks, T’Ralf.” R’Mikk bowed his head with a smile.
“And what of you, my son?” T’Ralf smiled. “Have you as well found yourself satisfied?”
“I forgot how big you made the meals here. I’m stuffed!” Sa’Rahn heaved as he downed the last of his drink, giving his stomach a hearty pat.
His father offered a short laugh of approval in return. “I do however, have a request of you, my son. I have learned that Leo has not completed his written assignments as given by the Militia as he was been instructed. I told him to do such before bringing you this morning, but he did not listen. We would prefer him not travel such distance alone. If it is not a burden, would you accompany your brother back home?”
“I… you want me to walk him all the way home again?” Sa’Rahn asked, hoping he wouldn’t have to endure the trek a second time. “What about Morley? Can’t he do it?”
“Your brother is currently at task with the customers. He informed me you were feeling tired and unable to help before.” T’Ralf explained. “I am greatly sorry, my son. If it were not for the business I would have myself. I do hope this is not much to ask of you on your vacation.”
With a lazy sigh that made it clear it was a burden to him, Sa’Rahn nodded as he struggled to free himself from the booth. “Alright, I’ll walk him home I guess.” Standing up, his knees wobbled and ached. His pants had grown considerably tighter. It surprised him as he realized only now just how much he had eaten. He huffed, quickly losing his breath.
Both noticing Sa’Rahn’s current state and seizing the opportunity, R’mikk spoke up as he too rose from the booth, taking his walking stick in hand. “R’Mikk would wish to accompany Sa’Rahn if it is agreeable? R’Mikk would enjoy the chance to view Cait’s beauty upon such an afternoon.”
“That’s very kind of you R’Mikk, thank you. And thank you, my son, your sacrifice is much appreciated. We shall reunite with you later this evening for a good supper. For now, I must return to my trade, there are many still who have yet to be fed.” T’Ralf smiled as laid a hand on his son’s shoulder lovingly before doing turning to leave.
Sa’Rahn passed a mildly exasperated sigh as he turned to the elderly Caitian next to him. “You sure you want to tag along R’Mikk? It’s pretty hot out there.”
Leaning on his cane, R’Mikk shooed away Sa’Rahn’s concerns as if swatting away a fly, replying, “Do not be concerned for R’Mikk, save such thoughts for more important matters. Go. Go gather young Leo.”
The tiring walk back home took far longer the second time than it had the first, as R’Mikk, in his old age, was unable to match pace with his much younger companions. Albeit it warm out still, Sa’Rahn was thankful they took the path at a leisurely pace however, he was still quite bloated from lunch. The hot sun above began to set, causing the blue-green sky to drizzle into hues of pale teal and orange. Far enough away from the town of Harlun, the moisture of the roaring ocean could once again be felt in the air. The humidity weighed heavily in his lungs, constricting his breath as he walked. He panted quietly with each heavy step he took. It was hard enough to breathe as it was! Sa’Rahn cursed the ocean breeze for only adding to his suffering.
Leo held a certain admiration and fondness for R’Mikk, first meeting him when he had been but a little cub. He had grown up knowing the elderly Caitian thinking of him as an close uncle rather than a friend of the family. R’Mikk, in turn, took well to the attention of the boy. With no children of his own, and too late in life to realistically raise cubs now, he considered little Leo like a grandchild at times. “... And then instructors gave us only two days of supplies, and told us to reach the camp on the other side of the hill!” Leo eagerly repeated his story to R’Mikk as he had his brother earlier. “I made it first to the camp before the second moon.”
“An impressive feat, Leo continues to amaze R’Mikk with tales of such athletic skill.” R’Mikk played along, enjoying listening to the excitement in the cub’s voice.
“Thanks, Uncle Mrreketh!” Leo replied happily, fidgeting with the combadge he still had pinned to his vest. “The instructors told Mother and Father I could become a great scout. But, I feel Mother would prefer if I became something more professional, though.”
“Like what?” Sa’Rahn asked, wincing a little upon feeling a slight twinge in his chest. He instinctively rubbed the fatty flesh beneath his pecs, the minor spasm dissipating.
Leo turned to look up at his brother, lowering his head dejectedly in response. “Er, nothing, nevermind…”
“R’Mikk asks young Leo to forgive R’Mikk. R'Mikk is old, and eyes play tricks on R'Mikk often… but, R’Mikk cannot help but notice the emblem of the Federation as worn by young Leo. R’Mikk has heard of rumors of young Leo’s wishes to join the Federation? Is such an outlandish tale to be true?” R’Mikk spoke up decisively, shooting Sa’Rahn a sly grin without Leo’s notice.
Leo’s ears perked at the posed question. He almost hopped in place with excitement. Looking down at the combadge he still wore, eager to proudly lay out his answer, enthusiasm quickly faded from his face as he looked back to Sa’Rahn. “I… yes, Uncle Mrreketh. I-I plan to leave the Militia soon to join Starfleet.”
“Aye. A fine goal for such a young Caitian! The Militia is no place for such dreamers. R’Mikk can still remember the first days of service, many cycles ago.” Sa’Rahn squinted at R’Mikk, still rubbing his chest, puzzled by his reply. “Such reminds R’Mikk… Speak to R’Mikk, has young Leo learned the tale of the Maker of Fools?”
“The Maker of… No! I don’t think so…?”
The hint of intrigue in Leo’s youthful voice was all R’Mikk needed to know he had the cub’s full attention as Loremaster. Raising his head proudly to tell his story, he began, “Among the early Caitians was a female called M’Sha, known from all lands the light touched. It is from M’Sha that many animals native to Cait were first made known. Even in such times however, the trickster Cha’Rrook set his wicked sights upon dear M’Sha.
“Coming upon an isolated pond, M’Sha found a creature unlike any other. The wings of a Mrookh decorated its back, yet the animal swam like a mighty Shikara! There was no other like it, so M’Sha chose to watch it from afar, atop a mighty Skrat tree.
“Drawn by an invisible force, she watched the winged beasts land upon the water, only to drown. Finned beasts made attempts to fly and breathe the sweet air, only to fall upon the shore and perish too. Each that died did so attempting something it was not, ignoring the blessings within. The finned beasts knew not how to fly, nor the flying creatures how to swim. In their vanity they all perished, one by one.
“Through much sorrow, M’Sha named the beast that could both fly through the air and swim through the water, Fr’ketash, the Maker of Fools. To M’Sha, nothing was more foolish than to try to become what one is not. An irony, for the journeys of M’Sha encouraged others to look for places unseen, pursue things Caitians were never meant to do. The wicked Cha’Rrook was amused by this, and set out to make more beasts that were not of one kind or another, spreading them over the whole of Cait for M’Sha to discover. It is in honor of this that the first, and perhaps mythical one, has become the name given to those that attempt to become that which they are not.”
Leo’s golden eyes glazed over in thought at the proverb, looking down to his belly, then to the side of the road, trying to understand the cryptic lesson he had been presented. “The… the winged swimmer, it… it didn’t exist did it? All those birds and fish, they died because… they were trying to be something they could not?”
R’Mikk nodded. “The wicked tricks of Cha’Rrook still pull the naive to perish by their own hands. It takes true wisdom to avoid such snares.”
Leo’s ears dropped, disheartened as he applied the proverb to himself. Reaching to his vest, he removed the small badge to look over it in his nimble hands. “Uncle Mrreketh… I wanted to be a good son. A hero, like my brother. I just wanted to be… to-...” Leo bit his lower lip as his eyes began to water. “I am not like anyone else, I am not courageous nor talented. If I have no worthy skills to bring honor, of what use is there in being me...?”
"Hmm, R'Mikk has not had parents for some time, nor has R'Mikk ever born cubs. R'Mikk is sure though that R'Mikk would not wish for one to be as another. Leo is young still... But to profess Leo is of no value is foolish indeed. To look up to others is wise, but to become as another is not. Leo is not Sa'Rahn, nor Morley, nor Leo's parents." R'Mikk explained carefully, caringly placing a gentle hand on Leo's back. "This is what is wise, to take the best of what Leo sees in others, and to make it part of who Leo is. Not to become another."
Leo slowly nodded to the counsel, turning his head to his brother once more. “I owe you an apology, brother. I did not mean to trouble or worry you. I should have listened. I am a fool...”
“No! No little buddy, you’re not a fool.” Sa’Rahn exclaimed, trying to console him. As he spoke, he couldn’t help but notice how tiresome it felt to get his words out. He gulped, believing perhaps a hunk of Gal’frek was lodged in his throat. “I… I’m honored that you think I’m a hero, but… the truth is-...”
“Such truth remains to be Leo is not of another, but of self. A blessing young Leo should be proud to carry.” R’Mikk interrupted, cutting off Sa’Rahn before he could finish thankfully.
Nodding in agreement, Sa’Rahn slowed his pace till he came to a stop as he felt a dark force rumble in his core. He couldn’t be sure, but something didn’t feel right. Feeling lightheaded all of a sudden, his ears were stuffed with cotton, like his head was trapped in a balloon. The conversation between his companions began to slur. Sa’Rahn blinked and squinted, his vision blurring. Resting a hand on top his belly, he paused to regain his breath. It frightened him when he realized it couldn’t. Filling his lungs was painful, like something was clogging them. Sa’Rahn clutched his chest as burning pain radiated from inside him, spreading like sparking fire through his veins. It was near impossible to breathe now! He couldn’t get enough air! It felt like something was clamping down on his chest. His muscles tensed as he began to sweat. A chill clawed up his spine as his hackles rose, feeling a sharp, shooting pain in his wrists. Sa’Rahn began to tremble, realizing only for a moment what was happening before his legs buckled. He collapsed without warning, striking his head against the ground. He thought he felt him soil himself from fear. As he continued to shake uncontrollably, a cold coming over him he’d only felt once before, Sa’Rahn began to cry as he heard the muffled screams of panic from his little brother, feeling his life slip away.
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-To Be Continued...
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