"Break time"
by Lieutenant jg T'Kang
Ast. Tactical Officer - USS Tempest
http://come.to/tkang

T'Kang's shift wore on.    It had been hours since his allergy to
cat hair had originally flared up.  For the most part he suffered
through it, actually feeling better until that pestering Operations
officer would come around, covered in cat hair and making
things worse.  How anyone could constantly pop in and out of
the bridge as O'Malley did and hope to get any work done was
beyond the Klingon.

Not that there was a lot going on at the moment.  The Tempest
was orbiting the planet along with the Ferengi vessels and so
far, no hostile actions had been taken.  Other than watching the
monitors while the ship was in orbit, there wasn't much else
that needed to be done from tactical.  To pass the time,
T'Kang had decided to do a little snooping and read through
the computer's databanks on some of the crew members he
was now serving with.  It was some irresistible force that
caused the Tactical officer to pull up O'Malley's file.

"I think she has a crush on you."  Commodore Taddy Mitchell
commented while walking around the bridge.

T'Kang glanced up, not realizing the Captain had taken to
pacing the command deck.  "I do not think so."  he said flatly,
deactivating the monitor.

"Oh I do.  She doesn't try nearly this hard to annoy new crew
members when she doesn't like them."  Taddy commented
with a smile, "You should consider yourself lucky."

"I do not *feel* lucky Captain."  T'Kang grumbled.

"You would if you knew how annoying Lieutenant O'Malley can
be to crew members she doesn't like Lieutenant."  Taddy
grinned as he continued his pacing.

T'Kang's forehead furrowed as he pondered the
Commodore's comment.  Finally he shook his head in
disagreement just as the turbolift doors opened and Ensign
Meckler walked onto the bridge.

"Time for your break T'Kang." Meckler explained.

The burly Klingon punched out of the Tactical station and
moved aside to allow the Ensign to take the controls.  "I will be
in sickbay.  I should return shortly."

"Oh?, Not feeling well Lieutenant?" Meckler asked.

With a disgusted, pained look on his face, T'Kang responded
in a annoyed growl, "Allergies.  Cat allergies."

Ensign Meckler nodded and looked away, trying hard to hide
his amusement from the Klingon's comment.  "I see.  Well take
your time.  It doesn't look like anything is going to happen while
your gone for the next few minutes."

T'Kang let out a disapproving grunt, then turned and stomped
onto the turbolift before exiting the bridge.   With the massive
landing party of medical personnel on the planet, he hoped that
someone was left on board the Tempest that could treat his
allergy symptoms.

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OOC: One runny eyed, grumpy Klingon headed to sickbay..