The Low Road

Posted on Wed Jan 13th, 2021 @ 9:21pm by Fleet Admiral Mike K`Wor Bremer & Lieutenant K`Wor

848 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Episode 108 – Tragedies, Fortunes, and an Endgame
Location: Starbase 400
Timeline: MD2 - 1015hrs

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K’Wor tapped the door chime to Mike’s quarters a third time.

“Not answering?” K’Temoc asked as he walked up.

“No, and I’ve rang it three times.” K’Wor replied.

“Computer, override the lock on Fleet Admiral Bremer’s quarters. Authorization K’Temoc-2-4-Bravo-Delta.”

The computer beeped and the doors opened.

K’Wor and K’Temoc walked in and looked around. They found broken pieces of glass on the floor with another empty whisky bottle laying beside the bed. A moment later Mike walked about the bathroom, in uniform.

“Everything okay?” Mike asked.

K’Temoc picked up the unbroken bottle. “I was about to ask you the same.”

Mike brushed it off. “Yeah, I’m fine. What’s for breakfast?”

K’Wor looked at his uncle for a moment, then back at his father. “I kind of want steak and eggs.”

“Sounds good.” Mike replied. “Texas Steakhouse?”

“Sure.” K’Temoc replied.


A short time later the three men were walking through the Promenade.

“They’ve really done a great job with the Christmas decorations, especially in such a short time.” K’Wor asked.

“Vic have a show this year?” K’Temoc asked.

Mike nodded, “Of course.” Mike then remembered he was supposed to be at last night’s show.

The men walked into the Texas Steakhouse restaurant and were lead to their table. After ordering K’Temoc pulled a PADD and started looking over damage reports.

“How long will the Enterprise remain here?” K’Wor asked.

“Actually, she’s departing today with the USS Warrior and a few other ships. They’re returning to Earth. I’m not sure if Starfleet will keep her in service or decommission her again once the war is over.” Mike replied. He then took a deep breath, his head was pounding.

“Are you okay?” K’Wor asked.

“I am, just a bad night.” Mike replied.

A short time later, their food was brought out and the men devoured it without much convocation until they were finished.

Putting his napkin on his plate, Mike smiled. “That was a good steak.”

“You sure you tasted it?” K’Temoc asked.

“I was about to ask you the same.” K’Wor asked.

K’Temoc leaned back. “If the ceasefire holds, or a treaty is signed, what’s the family’s Christmas plans?”

“Honestly, I haven’t thought much about it.” Mike replied. “I sent word to Janice’s mother last night, asking Christopher if he wanted to come home, but I’m still waiting for a reply. I think this year will be simple, just have it here, maybe use a holo-suite. Becca will be back here tomorrow, so the four of us, Danielle of course, Christopher if he’s home.” Mike looked down at his empty plate for a moment.

“A holo-suite would be nice, something in the Tennessee mountains, snow, cabin with a big fireplace, tree.” K’Wor described.

“I like that.” K’Temoc added. “Danielle’s parents want us to come this week, but we told them we couldn’t leave right now. We’re going to try to visit them the week after Christmas, provided a treaty is signed.”

“Have you heard anything about a new USS Pegasus?” K’Wor asked.

“Starfleet has been mum on the subject, but they did say a ship would be forthcoming. Whenever that is.” Mike replied. “Mister Wayne was able to recover some things from the Pegasus-B and added them to one of the ship’s runabouts he repaired. It was a really nice jester.” Mike when on to say with a smile.

“Well, I’m due on duty soon.” K’Wor said as he stood and excused himself.

“I have a meeting soon. You going to Ops?” K’Temoc asked.

Mike nodded. “I have about eight reports due.”

The two men stood and went their separate ways for the day.


Once Mike arrived in Ops he looked around, giving respectful nods and hellos before going into his office. Once in, he fell onto the sofa. His head was pounding from the booze the night before. While the meal was great, it had also made him feel sick.

After a few minutes he took a seat at his new desk, he hated it. It was too short for him, the chair was uncomfortable, and the odd angels made it uneasy to work with. He also didn’t like the holographic interface. A shame Mister Wayne couldn’t put his old Ready Room desk in here. Maybe he needed to talk with him…after his headache went away.

Mike started on his reports and ordered a raktijno from the food slot. The food slot needed work too, the drink was horrid and he recycled it. He looked to see if he had anything ‘real’ to drink, but all he could find was a decanter of Saurian Brandy and a bottle of Gentleman Jack. Both had been gifts, at some point, from someone, but he couldn’t remember who. Mike looked at the bottles for a minute, he knew he shouldn’t…

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