TILT

Posted on Mon May 26th, 2025 @ 2:36pm by 1st Lieutenant Kes Th’relnal
Edited on on Mon May 26th, 2025 @ 2:45pm

262 words; about a 1 minute read

Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Location: Kes' quarters
Timeline: MD 34: 0400

His antenna moved slowly around and took in his surroundings. He was alone in his bed. Why did that seem to surprise him? Kes slowly opened his eyes and was thankful for the lights still being dim. He was laying on his side with the blanket barely covering his naked form. His head was fuzzy and his memory was nearly blank. How much did he drink last night?

The Andorian rolled onto his back and instantly jumped out of bed as the pain shot down his spine. "Lights!" He called out instinctively, and then regretted it as the lights flashed to full brightness and caused the room to spin for a moment.

He walked over to the full length mirror and turned so he could see what had caused the pain on his back. He squinted and touched the tender areas before his eyes widened. "The hell?"

Ten thin fresh lines of blood showed the deep and mysterious scratches on his back. He looked around the room again for the intruder or the cause of the scratches. He slowly walked out into the main room and looked around, seeing only two empty glasses on the table between the chairs. Two glasses.

Blinking several times, he took a deep breath and forced the fog to clear as much as he could.

The arena match on the video screen.

The drinks.

She brought more to drink.

She.

Kes looked down once more at his naked form and then to the chairs and back to his bed with the tangled sheets. "Well I'll be damned..."

 

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