Captain Brooks Surprise 40th Birthday Party

[Beno Velaul]

== NPC Science Ensign B’Tor Thoz, A female- Klingon/Vulcan Hybrid. ==

B’Tor was fascinated by Trill Biology, the idea of two beings sharing more than biological, but to share memories, experiences, and insights. It was incredible.

B’Tor nodded as Commander Velaul spoke, "Velaul from all memories would never identify as any gender at all, no matter what gender the host is."

B’Tor was enthralled by Commander Velaul, “Fascinating.” Said B’Tor, she was intrigued by the inherent duality of Trills; was one speaking to the Host or the Symbionts or both at once?

B’Tor sat there for a moment. B’Tor’s brain was working overtime formulating questions. She had never been this up close and personal with a Trill.  She had learned more about Trills from talking with Commander Velaul in these last few minutes than she did during her four years at the Academy. 

“Commander, I am inquisitive to know, if the symbionts don’t identify as a specific gender, how do they reproduce? Is it parthenogenesis reproduction, like the Bonnethead shark, or the Komodo dragons of Earth, or the Ducara Tree Dwellers of Velois V?” Said B’Tor her voice filled with curiosity. Beno was about to answer when Jez stepped in.

“B’Tor, that’s a very personal question. I’m sure the Commander doesn’t appreciate such grilling. Now, just enjoy the party.” Said Jez, her voice tinted with annoyance.

"It's perfectly fine to ask and wonder, however the answers to the questions are ones I can't answer. That information is closely guarded, just like a certain Klingon medical condition that isn't shared with outsiders." There was also the great Tribble hunt that no one sings about, and why all Tribbles hate Klingons.

The Symbiont Commission had strict rules to live by, it also included what information can be given to whom. Still there was no reason to get into a twist. "B'Tor I don't blame you for the question and drink to your great house. There is however one small problem." Her voice had a joking and strict than at the same time. "While in this room all rank from Captain to Private is suspended, mentioning the above is punishable by the drink." The drink that she referred to was the hand granade. It was like a two ounce Jager Bomb, and twice the fun.

"Are you be willing to be served your punishment?" Her voice was only playful, and was carousel about her response.  Chances were great that she would take the drink because no one knows how to unwind more than a Klingon, it was also equally as hard to out drink one as battle one.

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