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     Olme Tlaloco |
Observation stardate 247104.03 The protector of day Cuetzpalin (Lizard) is Huehuecoyotl, Old Coyote, the Trickster, god of deception. Cuetzpallin signifies rapid reversals of fortune. Their connection was seamless. He loved her, every tiny piece of her. His uncle had somehow pulled the strings. The ancient Farengi hadn't even charged him the sum he was capable of paying. Of course, he'd had to do a few favors. Still, it was well worth it. And his father's investments over nearly a century had given him enough gold pressed latinum to last six lifetimes. The old ship had been refit. The Janus was ready to fly. He was breaking every rule in the galaxy, but he knew his mission was clear. He stepped aboard wearing his feathered cloak, the one his foster mother had given him. She'd treated him like a god, and he'd always love her. Somewhere in time, in this galaxy, he could hear her still, along with every other woman he'd ever loved. But this relationship was different. The old Bajoran at the controls, he trusted like a brother. The woman at his side scratched his itches. She was a whiz on tactical, and if the tumbles in the sheets earned him constant visits to medbay, that was only to be expected from a half-klingon half-andorian. Everything he'd ever done up to this point prepared him for this moment: The mission of a lifetime, quite literally, since his whole existence depended upon it's success. He cleared his mind, and made love to the ship's avatar. She responded in a wave of tachion displacement and folds in time-space. He embraced the here and now. It was the only thing he could ever be sure of. That and the watchful eye of the gods. |