Reconciliation "
By: Zarg , Officer , [NPC]
Samantha Carter, Security Officer, [RNPC]
Drek , Chief Security Officer , [NPC]

Stardate: 58205.13 1840

Carter had been sitting in the brig for five hours when four very large klingon warriors entered the confinement area and approached the guard. They talked in subdued voices. The guard behind the console nodded and took a step back from the console. He thrust his chin up proudly and stood with his hand at his side. "Qa'pla!" he said as the other adjusted his distruptor and fired it at him.

The guard slumped against the wall, heavily stunned.

They approached Carter. "Is today a good day for you to die?" thunderous laughter broke out.

Sam's head jerked up as the klingon spoke to her. She rose gracefully from the sleeping bunk and walked towards the forcefield.

She stood tall fixing her eyes on the klingon who spoke to her. lojmIt yIpoSmoH! HIja'. Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam (roughly translated Open the forcefield, Yes it is a good day to die.)

Sam looked at the group. She blinked a few times, if it was her time so be it, but she was not going to show any fear. Her mind recited a small mantra. =Fear is the mindkiller, there is no fear=

One of the klingons went to the security console but could not lower the field. "It is malfunctioning!" he yelled. "Impossible" the other replied. He pushed the warrior out of the way and attempted to do the procedure himself.

Suddenly the door opened several warriors rushed in. Distruptor fire seared through air. A few moments later the two warriors lay dead on the floor. The other two severely stunned. Drek stepped through the door and walked through the smokey air. He kicked one of the stunned warriors hard. "Traitor!"

Drek motioned with his head. Other security officers dragged them away. He went to the console, and pressing a button said, "Lower the containment field voice authorization Drek." The system chirped and the containment field disappeared.

Drek stepped up to Carter, the towering klingon folded his arms across his chest. "The Zion will be here tomorrow morning to fetch you. You are confined to your quarters. Until then."

Sam nodded as she stepped out of the holding cell. She looked back at Drek and wanted to ask if he got all the sympatizers, yet he still seemed to be angry with her. She opened her mouth but Drek interrupted her.

"Go." said Drek.

Sam sighed as she walked back to her quarters. "Great Sammy girl," she muttered. " You have a good feel of making friends, NOT, it seemed that the last few days even weeks she only was capable of rubbing people the other way. She did not do it intentionally but deep inside her she wanted to be accepted as a fullfledged security officer and not some puny little woman which happend to wear a yellow uniform. Right now she wished she was back in the Intell department which seemed less complicated as being in Security.

It was a human thing to do to apologize to Drek for her behaviour. But on the otherhand it was not the Klingon way. She thought that she understood Klingons but the truth was that she didn't. Finally she reached her quarters.

==Carter's Quarters==

22:00

Carter's door chimed. It was Zarg. "My I come in?" he asked.

Sam smiled. "Your a sight for sorry eyes Zarg," she replied with a smile. "Sure come on in. I thought you were still confinded to your quarters."

"The inquiry was completed, Your crewmate Alyssa is at a going away celebration in the messhall. She will be gone for quite a while."

"Great," Sam said. "She gets to have all the fun and I am confined to my room."

He produced a small flask of bloodwine and a leather bound book and sat himself down on Carters bunk.

"How about some of that poetry?" he said with a smile.

Pouring some wine into a cup he handed it to Carter and raised his cup, "Qa'Pla!"

"Down the hatch," Sam responded as she emptied the cup in one sip. "Move over you big log," she said with a smile as she made her self comfortable on her bunk, she laid her head on Zarg's lap and closed her eyes.

"Read to me Zarg," she said softly. He opened the book and began to read, the warm and deep timbre of his voice vibrated in the room.