"Allergic reactions"
 by Lieutenant jg T'Kang
 Assistant Tactical Officer - USS Tempest
 http://come.to/tkang


There were few things in the universe T'Kang despised more 
than cats.  The little furry creatures that served no purpose 
other than to defecate and consume food, also made an 
annoying mewing sound that reminded the burly Klingon of 
Tribbels.   But that was not the reason T'Kang hated the 
creatures.

"AaaaAAAaaaACHEW!!!!!"

That was.

The newest Tactical officer on board the Tempest was 
passing by sickbay on his way to the bridge to take his daily 
shift.  The creature, a scrawny, short hared, gray thing, was 
being held in the arms of a dark headed Security officer, 
Lieutenant Fiona Doherty.

"Bless you." Doherty commented in a friendly, happy tone 
reflective of her good mood at picking out her new pet.

T'Kang gave the Chief of Security a cold, nasty look.  One 
would have thought Fiona was coddling manure rather than 
a soft, fluffy kitten the way the Klingon looked at her and 
curled his upper lip just enough to show his Klingon canines 
as he walked past.


"Well excuse me."  Doherty declared, turning to watch the 
grumpy Klingon walk away.  T'Kang entered the turbolift and 
waited for the doors to close with another sneeze.  It was so 
ridiculous, it made Fiona giggle as she turned her new pet 
around and spoke to it in a baby-talk voice "I don't think he 
likes you precious.  But I do.  I think you are so adorable..."



T'Kang let out another sneeze just as the doors to the lift 
opened onto the bridge.  The boisterous Klingon, who had 
the frame of a large bear, drew the attention of everyone on 
the command deck.  *Great first impressions* T'Kang 
thought as his face soured into a scowl; his normal daily 
expression; and walked onto the bridge to take his station at 
Tactical.

Ensign Fuentes was serving there, waiting for T'Kang.

"I relieve you now."  the Klingon grumbled.

Tapping the control panel to log off the system with his 
access codes, John glanced at the bulky Klingon, "You 
catching a cold T'Kang?"

"No."  the Lieutenant replied flatly, not offering any 
explanation of why his eyes were watering and his skin 
itched like a Targ with 'Iw fleas.

"Okay..." Ensign Fuentes nodded taking note of the rude 
Klingon's tone, "Tactical is all yours sir."

T'Kang moved one of his tree stumps of a leg backwards 
enough to allow the lean Ensign by.  The Klingon's body 
language was such that it was like he was inconvenienced at 
the time it was taking the Ensign to turn the station over to 
him.   It wasn't Fuentes' fault though.  In the last few hours 
the Tempest had been through a great deal.  Between 
navigating through the rift and traveling to the Federation 
Colony, the Tempest had been quite busy.   The Klingon 
punched into the station as soon as Fuentes had left.  He 
could see a Ferengi Marauder class starship was already 
orbiting the same planet.  In the Tempest time this particular 
class of starship was a formable adversary capable of 
holding it's own against a Galaxy class starship.  No doubt 
the intervening century that had past by transversing the rift 
had added to the Ferengi's tactical capabilities.

If he had to choose between the Ha'DIbah nuQ of Lieutenant 
Doherty's gray kitten or the verengan nuQ of dealing with a 
Ferengi, T'Kang was not sure what would be the worse fate.  
The Ferengi had no honor, but at least they didn't cause his 
eyes to water.  Both made his skin itch equally though.   The 
Klingon decided to keep a vigilant eye on the Marauder, as 
something told him they were not going to like the Tempest's 
presence here at the colony.

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OOC:

Thanks for the welcomes.  When writing T'Kang in your 
stories, just think of "Grumpy" from Disney's "Snow White 
and the seven dwarves"  You'll get him right then.  ;)

Blackhorn.