"And if I don't go?", Bailey looked at Admiral Marcus-Brutus Pan'Taar.
"You will be tried for insubordination.", Admiral Pan'Taar looked at Bailey.
"Your own daughters have abandoned this post, Admiral, and for that they have received plumb assignments to the Klingon Sector trade. This a perfect example of why a Gra'Naarg should lead the Tellar Fleet. Your leadership is a joke.", Bailey snapped.
"Captain Gra'Naarg, this is about the fleet you are so happy to protect. Without a Tellarite in the temporal constant, we will not have access to the Xact Wormhole Network. We will be left behind. My daughters have failed in this mission. They lacked the dedication necessary to complete the mission. This is their failure. Someday, a Gra'Naarg may be called to lead the Tellar Fleet. The person who displayed courage and leadership in a critical time for the Tellar people will be chosen.", Admiral Pan'Taar looked at Bailey.
Nicole stood at the front of the community hall listening to the catcalls and taunts. One person yelled, "One dyke down, one to go."
Nicole looked at the largely male audience. She tried to calm them.
Finally, she said, "I have brought the correction Center, the police station and this community hall to your trailer park. We have a town because of these things."
"If you are so damn good, how come you can't even keep your relationship together.", the crowd taunted.
"She was upgrading.", Bailey Gra'Naarg came walking onto the stage. Nicole looked over. She had not seen the brooding pilot in over a year.
"Damn, they're multiplying.", someone shouted.
Nicole looked at Bailey, "You look beautiful."
"Don't get too excited. I am only here because of orders.", Bailey looked at Nicole.
"Great.", Nicole grumbled.
Nicole and Bailey left for the old trailer in the Camelot trailer park. The sign was swinging back and forth and hanging down. Bailey looked at Nicole, "Lovely."
The pair went in to see the yellow gold shag carpet and old furniture. Nicole looked at Bailey, "We have to be as inconspicuous in the timeline as possible. We have to be non-influential to history in 2016."
"We couldn't be less conspicuous than this.", Bailey frowned opening the fridge.
"There is a bed in the spare rooming a dresser and some clothes if you like.", Nicole offered.
"It gets kind of cold in rural Saskatchewan in the morning in April. I suggest you were pjs.", Nicole offered.
There was a cold Manitoba wind blowing into Camelot, Saskatchewan at 4:00 am. The old trailer felt that wind. Bailey came into the master bedroom. She crawled in with Nicole, "Don't get any ideas, Branson, I am just fuckin' freezing!"
Nicole rolled over and cuddled up to Bailey. Nicole took her free hand and cupped the breast of the Tellarite pilot. Bailey did not resist. She was warm and she just wanted to sleep.
Posted by:
Nicole Branson
Mayor
Camelot, Saskatchewan
