12-19-2024, 02:45 AM
Slowly, as if either nervous or apprehensive, Artie approached the man in the red suit. She had heard stories -oh yes, many stories!- but until now, had not so much as met this man in person. The half-Klingon turned in her paperwork first, to make sure it was done, and then she bowed her head to tell the man her wish list as privately as she could. He laughed heartily at her request; not to make fun of her, but in agreement that it was a wonderful gift to request.
What would a half-Klingon, half-Human, all-Security officer want for the holiday season? She already had everyone one could want: a raucous, loving family, a stable job, and a man who cared for her greatly. But, at heart, she was still a child of Earth, and so, a child of slowly-dying old-Earth references.
The tall, muscular, dark-skinned woman had asked for something that was well within her wheelhouse, and yet still something unexpected.
A Red Ryder BB gun.
What would a half-Klingon, half-Human, all-Security officer want for the holiday season? She already had everyone one could want: a raucous, loving family, a stable job, and a man who cared for her greatly. But, at heart, she was still a child of Earth, and so, a child of slowly-dying old-Earth references.
The tall, muscular, dark-skinned woman had asked for something that was well within her wheelhouse, and yet still something unexpected.
A Red Ryder BB gun.