Kitanya had arisen early, unable to sleep well as usual. She had gotten dressed, had a light breakfast, and then headed off to the spaceport to wait for the liner's arrival. Fortunately, customs was already taken care of, so there would be no delay.
The liner arrived and passengers began disembarking. She waited patiently, nodding to the Starfleet personnel that noticed her and acknowledged her rank. She towered over the humans and the smattering of other species around her, so she could see when the person she was waiting for appeared in the gangway. He was already causing some consternation, because people kept bumping into him, and when he go out, he sneered back at the throng and got out of the way as fast as he could. Kitanya headed over to him. <[Torgash!]> she called, using the Klingon inflection. He turned, then stood straighter. She was his elder and his superior - he wanted to make a good impression. <[Qapla Kitanya!]> he said. <[Qapla! Welcome to Spacedock,]> she said, bowing. Her House had gotten used to it, and he saluted to return the gesture of respect. "Thank you," he replied in Standard. "Are there so many people everywhere?" "No, at least, not all together." "Good." The wrinkling of his nose told her why this concerned him - humans were not the most pleasant smell for Klingons. "Come, I'll show you to yourrr quarrrterrs, but don't get comforrrtable. We leave in a few hourrs forrr the frrrontierr." He looked at her oddly. "I'll explain laterrr," she said, looking arounf at the multitudes. "In the meantime, tell me of yourrr jourrrney and young Haptorrr's Ascencion." The two talked all the way down the hall. _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com
