As the young Andorian dragged her feet on the way back to their quarters, she let out a small melancholy sigh. Oshi tutted in frustration as they neared the door and stood glaring at her as they swished open. He clicked his fingers and and motioned for her to go inside. As soon as the doors closed he slapped his hand down on the desk, causing her to jump. “Sit down!” he barked as he pointed to the sofa. Ryalla dutifully complied and took a tentative seat perched on the edge. Oshi shook his head and leant against the console behind him.

“What the hell are you playing at?” his eyes flashed with anger. “Do you realise what will happen if that kid dies?!” Ryalla remained silent but couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks.

Oshi took a couple of menacing steps towards her and leant over her, his face mere centimeters from hers. “Do you ever want to see your father again?” he asked in a slow and controlled voice. “We had an agreement which you could very well have blown tonight…I didn’t give you that device so you could have a jolly with one of your little friends, you have a job to do and if you ever want daddy to see the light of day again you will do it!” Oshi paused for a moment, his eyes fixed on hers in a steely gaze.

Ryalla shuddered at the thought of her father being held prisoner by this maniac but she was powerless to stand up to him, at least until she had completed her mission. She clenched her jaw and fought hard to maintain her composure as the man who had been posing as her father for the past month stared her down. Oshi contemplated raising a hand to her but thought better of it and backed off. “If you step out of line one more time, I will make sure you never see him again…” he threatened as he turned and grabbed his jacket. He picked up the bottle of champagne he had on ice in the corner and stormed out of the room barking “Lock!” as he did so.

After he got a few steps down the corridor he chuckled. Part of him felt a little bad for laying it on so thick with the girl but she was just a means to an end. He swung the bottle by his side as he arrived at Lt Starla’s quarters. He pressed the door chime and waited patiently. Moments later the gorgeous Lt Starla opened the door wearing nothing but a skimpy red silk negligee and a stunning pair of scarlet high heels. “What took you so long stud?” she whispered as she playfully nibbled his ear lobe. Oshi lobbed the bottle onto a nearby armchair and whisked her up into his arms and headed into the bedroom.

Mother Hen (GM)