13:30:45 The first of Ran'ui: 114th Mobile Assault Cadre Dormitory Facility, 3rd Squad Sleeping Bays
Shas’La’Fir'et’ae stopped just inside the foyer of Third Squad dormitory to look at the three dimensional fio'sorral sculpture called: Tenxer'se'fal - The Sapphire Fruit Tree. Such gifts of artwork from the earth caste of Au'taal were given to those leaving on the Ea'Qim expedition. Before tonight Fir'et'ae had never paid much attention it, or even bothered to look at it that closely. Now she marvelled at how the bronze sculpture’s depiction of the teardrop shaped fruit. Fir'et'ae noted how the gemstone fruit were of the same intense blue colour as Xux'suam's eyes. She ran her hands over the delicately wrought jewels and imaged she was touching his face, the beautiful face of Vre'Xux'suam.
Inside the sleeping bays the rest of Fir'et'ae fellow firewarriors were beginning to wind down for the evening. Third Squad's no-nonsense commander, Shas'Ui Vash'nan, stood in the common area waiting until she spied a certain firewarrior with a black queue and a thin moustache. "Shas'La Kell'myr would explain to me what you and Shas'La Fir'et'ae were doing on the far end of the Observation Deck?"
"T'ah, don't you mean what La'Fir'et'ae was doing at the far end of the Observation Deck don't you?" replied Kell'myr.
"La'Kell'myr, none of your wannabe water caste double tongue! I want to know what both of you were doing?" said Vash'nan staring at him with her arms behind her back and her feet apart. This posture was her way of saying: 'You'd-better-tell-me-what-I-want-to-know'. By now three other squad members had gathered around to listen. Soon others would join in.
"Well Ui'Vash'nan, while she was interacting with someone, I was listening," answered Kell'myr looking around to see who was now listening.
"La'Kell'myr perchance are you from the water caste?'
"Then answer my question. La'Fir'et'ae was interacting with whom that you had to be listening? Wait wasn't she laying in one of the meditation couches?"
"Yes she was in one of the meditation couches, but she was also speaking to a particular fire caste officer - Shas'Vre Xux'suam."
"Vre'Xux'suam from the Shas'Au'taal'ar'tol? She was talking to one of the command staff?"
"Wait did you say La'Fir'et'ae was speaking to Shas'Vre'Xux'suam? The famous tank commander and armoured warfare expert?" asked the male with the pink-blonde goatee Shas'La Saor.
"None other!" smiled Kell'myr.
"La'Saor I am asking the questions here. Go ahead La'Kell'myr and tell me why you chose to violate your sister's privacy, and that of Vre'Xux'suam for that matter?"
"The Shas'VreXux'suam?" asked the tall female firewarrior Shas'La Xiu.
"The very same!"
"I doubt Vre'Xux'suam would be there all by himself on the Observation Deck; let alone that he would be speaking with La'Fir'et'ae!" said the red haired female Shas'La D'onei.
"But the fact is, he was there...and he did speak with La'Fir'et'ae," quipped Kell'myr.
"Enough! Everyone stop asking questions!" said Ui'Vash'nan glaring hard at her firewarriors. "Please proceed La'Kell'myr to tell me why you felt it necessary to listen in on your sister's conversation,"
All the firewarriors in the squad expressed their embarrassment with small and subtle facial gestures, except for Kell'myr, whose face beamed with the excitement at having an audience.
"T'ah then let me demonstrate!" said Kell'myr.
"NO, none of your storytelling tonight Shas'la! Save the water caste performance art for another rotaa, I want to go to bed," said Ui'Vash'nan defiantly crossing her arms.
"Sorry Shas'ui, if didn't you want to see a performance..." said the emerald eyed Shas'La Na'ivo, "...You shouldn't have asked him to tell you."
"Hai-YAHH, go ahead La'Kell'myr!" said the exasperated Ui'Vash'nan throwing her hands up into the air.
Shas'La Kell'myr first looks down the hall to see if Fir'et'ae is still outside, and then pushed back the common area table. Now he brings forward two lounge chair to centre stage, and standing before the chairs begins his narration.
"Dear tau'fann! Esteemed members of Third Squad of the 114th Mobile Assualt Cadre! Let me now set the scene for you. It is evening of the rotaa of Ran'ui on the Observation Deck of the Ea'Qim Orbital. At stage centre right, lying in a meditation couch is our despondent hero, the venerable tank commander Shas'Vre'Xux'suam, champion of Au'taal!"
Kell'myr then lies down in a chair on the right throws one hand over his face.
"He speaks: 'Woe, woe is me! For my life is despondent and I have failed the Path of the Tau'Va.'"
Kell'myr now jumps up and runs off out of the common area stage right.
"Now from stage right enters our heroine, the maiden pure-of-heart Shas'La Fir'et'ae!"
Kell'myr comes in from stage right doing a fine imitation of the bright eyed and innocent Fir'et'ae, which includes a few 'blue freckles' hastily applied to his face with a equipment marker pen. He (as Fir'et'ae) looks around with much amazement and wonder.
There is much laughter.
"La'Fir'et'ae is enjoying the view of stars, galaxies and nebulae, when she turns around and sees our despondent hero – all alone...by himself...laying there despondent in the couch...with no one else around him...Excuse me did I say he was all alone?
"She says, 'Why who is this handsome and beautiful officer that is all alone by himself?...Who is this handsome officer with the most exquisite sapphire eyes? Who could this cute guy be?' Kell'myr imitates Fir'et'ae's higher pitched feminine voice, but also does a fine replica of her intonation and inflection.
There is more laughter.
Kell'myr (as Fir'et'ae) moves behind the lounge chair and says, "She now stands behind his couch, and stares down into his intoxicating indigo blue eyes."
Kell'myr does a sweet and goofy impression of the opened mouth Fir'et'ae staring down at the couch with 'Xux'suam'.
Again there is laughter.
"Fir'et'ae finds herself gobsmacked with LOVE!" Kell'myr now strikes his chest with hand making a loud, 'WHAP' sound.
Everyone in the room laughs, but also jumps back a few tor'ils.
"And how do you know all of this Kell'myr?" shouts the firewarrior Shas'La Ta'tev with red jaspar eyes like those of the famous Shas'O'Shas'erra.
"Tshcu, brother La'Ta'tev I was just coming to that!" replys Kell'myr in mock exasperation; and then dropping his hands he runs off stage right. Kell'myr then comes in from stage right doing a caricature of himself. He strides in (as La'Kell'myr) with a jaunty step and a much too broad a curl to his smile.
There is even more laughter when Shas'La'Haido yells: "Hoi, you look just like that snae'ta son-of-ui't Shas'La'Kell'myr!"
"Why the very likeness!" Kell'myr begins doing a third person narration about himself, "Shas'La'Kell'myr enters the Observation Deck and looks around, only to see that La'Fir'et'ae is standing over the supine body of a fire caste officer from Au'taal. And he thinks to myself, 'Xhmm, who is he? And what is she up to?' So he decides he must investigate."
"As with all comic operas there needs to be the some comic relief! Thus I, Shas'La'Kell'myr enter from stage right as Winged Rabbit!" Kell'myr now moves behind the first and second couches; and squatting down on his hunches, then puts two hands palms on either side of his head like rabbit ears.
"Winged Rabbit is of course is the Interlocutor of Love, the Minion of Romance, and the Eternal Matchmaker; except that he never gets it right the first time, or the second time or even the third time!" Kell'myr now starts looking about like a small mammal trying to avoid detection and then disappears, only to then ‘pops up’ from behind the couches as Winged Rabbit."And so now in position like that infamous Trouble Maker of Love, I wait to eavesdrop."
When either the 'Xux'suam' or 'Fir'et'ae' speaks Kell'myr moves his eyes and 'ears' either to the left or to the right.
"'Are you alright sir?' askes our intrepid heroine Fir'et'ae, but there is no answer! So she says, 'You don't look well?'
"Startled by the voice of his beloved calling him back from H'kek'an, our despondent hero stirs! First he looks to the right, and then he looks left, but seeing no one there, he lies back down."
Kell'myr now jumps up and stands behind the couch like the ever-so-innocent Fir'et'ae. And with his head facing the audience, he leans forward, and lets his queue 'brush' the face of the imaginary Xux'suam.
"Our despondent hero now awakens, and looking up sees the face of his beloved is...SAVED! As with all fairy tales once the hair of the beloved touches the hero's face, he is instantly brought back to life!
There is an audible gasp from the audience. A female firewarrior La'Seri exclaims out loud, "She gave him hair – in public?"
"Indeed she did!" answers Kell'myr breaking the fourth wall to address his audience. He then squats down between the lounge chairs to resume his role as Winged Rabbit.
"Xux'saum then says, 'T'ahh...hello?'
"To which Fir'et'ae replies, 'Hello I am Shas’La Fir'et’ae. Are you well sir?'
"To which he replies, 'I am…now.'
There is much sighing from the audience especially from the female firewarriors.
"Then she says, 'I was worried.' But then adds, 'Your name sir?'
"He pauses and then replies, 'Xhmm, my name? My name is Shas’Vre Xux’suam.'
"La'Fir'et'ae then leaps into the couch on the left and there follows much joyful talk, as Vre'Xux'suam explains how much better he is because of the arrival of our heroine. Our hero then tells her the cause of his despondency, the sad story of how his ta'lissera bound cadre was been ripped apart. All for the sake of the Tau'Va."
"'Why?' asks Fir'et'ae crying copious tears."
"'Because we refused to give up our beloved TX-76 tanks for the dreaded 'Big Suits' like the KV-128.'"
"Yes, like those cavalrymen of yesteryear who refused to give up their horses and sabres, for clanking, armoured vehicles; our hero's ta'lissera refused to give up their much loved TX-76 gunships! There is more crying from our heroine, as she sympathizes with her beloved's loss of his sister-wives and brother-husbands! Our hero Xux'suam, in the most chivalrous manner, then comforts the distraught Fir'et'ae. He reaches up and with the end of his queue and softly wipes the tears from the face of La'Fir'et'ae! Only he goes one step further and traces her face with his hair!"
Kell'myr now lays back down on the chair and pantomimes Xux'suam wiping the tears and tracing Fir'et'ae's face with the end of his queue.
Once more there is much sighing from the audience, but this time from the male firewarriors.
"Then looking longingly into each other's eyes and exchange Given Names..."
Then suddenly there is a loud 'WHAM-WHAM' sound, and everyone in the room jumps a few tor'ils off the deck. Looking around they see Shas'La Fir'et'ae standing in the corridor with tears streaming down her blue face.
There is silence.
'WHAM-WHAM' Fir'et'ae slammed her hoof once more before attempting to 'run-the-gauntlet' of her fellow firewarriors. Everyone steps aside except for Shas'Ui'Vash'nan, who stepping in front of her, then bows deeply.
"Shas'La Fir'et'ae as squad leader of Third Squad I take full responsibility for this derogatory and salacious display. I apologize for our carelessness, cruelty, and thoughtlessness. On behalf all of Third Squad, I humbly ask for your forgiveness!" As Vash'nan held her bow, all of the Third Squad now joined in bowing with her, even Kell'myr.
"I...accept...Ui'Vash'nan," replied Fir'et'ae through her tears and bowing in acceptance.
The squad now gathered in close about her. Xiu and Seri stand on either side of her, as D'onei puts her arms around Fir'et'ae from behind. The rest of the squad reached out to place a hand on her shoulder. Only Kell'myr stood outside the scrum of firewarriors that was until Vash'nan, reached over and pulled him in. She took his right hand and placed it on Fir'et'ae's shoulder; but Kell'myr avoided looking her in the eyes.
They were silent as Fir'et'ae wept.
Vash'nan gave Fir'et'ae some disposable tissues and waited until she seemed to be finished crying; then taking Fir'et'ae's hands in hers she said, "La'Fir'et'ae, did you really meet Shas'Vre'Xux'suam?"
"Yes," replied Fir'et'ae shaking her head 'yes' in the tau manner.
'Did you give him 'hair'?"
"Yes, but that was an accident! It happened when I leaned over to check on him. I didn't mean to do anything provocative...or unseemly!" protested Fir'et'ae.
"T'oh, the 'accidental brush of the hair', that always works for me when I want to get a boy's attention!' said female Na'ivo, "Isn't that right La'Rak'e?"
"Ugnt!" snorted the tall male Rak'e looking at Na'ivo with a sullen expression.
"We're not talking about you La'Na'ivo. Now Fir'et'ae, did Shas'Vre'Xux'suam give you...xhmm...Did he give you...you know...Did he give you 'hair'?
"TEEE-ah!" exclaimed everyone in the squad.
"Tschu all of you! Now Fir'et'ae did Vre'Xus'suam and you really exchange given names?" asked the squad leader looking Fir'et'ae in the eye.
Fir'et'ae innocently shook her head 'yes'.
"Shas'La'Fir'et'ae my sister, you hardly know Vre'Xux'suam, and what's more you've not been properly introduced! He must be what...twice your age? And he is two levels above your caste rank. Did you ever think of that?"
"That means Fir'et'ae that the two of you shouldn't be having...such...be having such intimate social intercourse. And regardless of our caste rank, we are all called on to behave with propriety and decorum." Vash'nan then turned and cast a sideways glance at Kell'myr. "Well most of us anyways."
Kell'myr rubbed his moustache nervously.
Vash'nan turned back to Fir'et'ae and said, "The two of you shouldn't be sharing any kind of intimacies in private, or public for that matter."
"Shas'Ui'Vash'nan I know what is proper and acceptable behaviour, but you should have seen Vre'Xux'suam. He was just Kell'myr said he was...like kind of like a dead person...not seeing or hearing anything. I thought he might be suicidal!"
"If that were the case La'Fir'et'ae you should've called the emergency services. If you meet someone who may be suicidal, you certainly don't go and try to start a relationship with him? How is getting emotionally and sexually involved with someone, supposed to help then?"
"Shas'ui?! I didn't start having any kind of relationship with Vre'Xux'suam?" said a frustrated Fir'et'ae. "I just met him after all."
"Sebke’jird then why would you and he be exchanging given names?" asked Vash'nan addressing Fir'et'ae's by her given name. "That seems to me to be quite intimate."
Fir'et'ae looked at her squad leader, and her face turned such a dark blue that her normally dark freckles now appeared pale against the colour of her face, but she said nothing.
"When I share my given name Shu'vuu to another firewarrior it is because he or she is a squad mate, or because they are someone to whom I am already close. If I offer my given name to a male firewarrior whom I don't already know, then it means I want to be intimate with him. It's an invitation to have sex Sebke’jird. Don't you see?"
"TEEE-ah!" gasped the entire squad.
"Now wha..." said Vash'nan spinning around.
Directly behind the squad leader there floated a holographic portrait of Shas'Vre'Xux'suam, projected from a small device held by Kell'myr.
"Is...is that...him La'Fir'et'ae?" asked Vash'nan pointing at the hologram.
"Xa-xhmm," answered Fir'et'ae shaking her head with both hands over her mouth.
"Did you see those sapphire blue eyes of his?" blurted out the female firewarrior Seri.
"Hiiya-te, Shas'ui you're going to have to excuse La'Fir'et'ae this time!" exclaimed the female firewarrior Xiu.
"Xux'suam is so beautiful Shas'ui! I'm afraid I would have given him more than my name!" sighed dreamily the female D'onei.
"Where did you get the holopic from La'Kell'myr?" asked the male firewarrior Haido.
"Downloaded it from the Shas'Au'taal'ar'tol public netmatrix site," replied Kell'myr.
"Why he's looks like a demi-god! You can't fault La'Fir'et'ae for that can you?" said the energetic male Saro.
"La'Ylos doesn't it appear that our squad sister La'Fir'et'ae is the master of Kauyon – Patient Hunter?" asked the tall male firewarrior of his shorter companion who wore a pink-blonde goatee.
"Xhmm, I must agree La'Rak'e. We should be proud of our squad sister!" replied Ylos tapping tapped one closed fist over the other.
"Congratulations on your victory La'Fir'et'ae!" said Rak'e loudly as he also tapped together his closed fists.
"T'ahh, my clothes would have definitely fallen off, whether Xux'suam wanted them to or not!" said Na'ivo with a flash her emerald green eyes.
The squad now gathered all around the device, and stared intently at the slowly rotating portrait of Xux'suam.
"Xux'suam is so...so...gorgeous," said Vash'nan finally taking the device from Kell'myr.
Kell'myr caught Fir'et'ae by the arm, and pulling her with him, took a step backwards from the crowd of firewarriors. "Sebke'jird I am sorry I revealed your meeting with Vre'Xux'suam; but..." he said starting to bow to Fir'et'ae; but stopped when he realized she was staring coldly at him.
'T'eh...at least I saved you...xhmm...from a long lecture..."
She was still staring.
"...On propriety and improper behaviour!"
She continued to stare.
"Well, I did...didn't I?"
She kept staring
"And...t'ahh....and I am sorry I made everyone laugh..."
She was still staring.
"...at your expense."
She was still staring at him.
"T'oh please! You have to admit...it was a little funny?"
She was still staring at him when she suddenly said, "How could you Yow'la?"
To this Kell'myr could only roll his eyes in random directions, drag a hoof across the floor, and scratch his moustache nervously.
"You know you're like a crèche brother to me Kell'myr!" said Fir'et'ae with obvious pain on her face.
"I am sorry Sebke'jird...maybe it's because you remind me so much of...my younger sister?"
"T'oh shut-up Yow'la! I have already accepted your apology anyway," snorted Fir'et'ae. Then bowing to her squad brother she added, "However, nuni – thanks, for helping me escape another severe lecture."
"Nunco't'qy – you're welcome," he replied.
The two of them now stood side-by-side and watched as their squad mates gawked at the rotating hologram of Xux'suam. The females sighing deeply while looking at the hologram, as the males shook their heads approvingly.
"You know Sebke'jird, you're not the wide-eyed innocent you want everyone to think you are?" said Kell'myr.
"T'eh, how so Yow'la?" asked Fir'et'ae rolling her eyes at him.
"You know damn well what it means to share your given name with a male. You're more coquette than you let on!" replied Kell'myr narrowing his eyes at her.
"Xhmm..." said Fir'et'ae, who then turned and gave her squad brother a good hard kick to the shins.
"Snae'ta!" he shouted and dropped to the floor.
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