Log_17

SD: 0308.03

I'm surrounded by Assholes, or pass me the "Spaceballs, the Room Freshener" quick!:

"Well I’m not a Klingon, I had to go!" At least that was my answer when asked where I'd been. I stepped out of the bathroom at the speakeasy and found K and the others gone. When I asked, Grog said one of them had gone mad and hit someone. Turns out it was Demian. Something about a hamster….. again! The man needs to get a grip! I mean damn! I have problems with something like K that’s as tall as I am, can claw me to death, and then eat the evidence of the crime. What's up with this fixation on little furry things man? They can’t do more to you than give you a good pinch, can they?

Anyway I went out to see what was going on and found that Captain Lee had finally grown a pair! Maybe he doesn’t really suffer from Archer’s syndrome after all. He and the others had taken over a police van and knocked out the cops, taking their uniforms. I joined them and got my own uniform while they were talking about Lera doing something to one of the cops. I haven’t yet found out what, but it must have been good. Now I look just like one of the bad guys with my new black and silver uniform. I wonder if they hang spies here?

For what seemed an hour we bumped down the potholed roads of Neo Berkley, trying to get to the orphanage where they had taken Demian's kids, and surprisingly the fly did OK, he seemed downright mellow. If he keeps this up I just may be able to cope with having him around. I just wonder what he and Lott…. NO! Not even going there!

When we arrived, it was an anticlimax. K had already done the job and was trying to hold onto the three squirming kids and was walking away from the place she called a gulag. I wonder if she has any idea what one is. Maybe I can show her one day if we ever hit Romulan space.

K was just a few steps away from the guard post in front of the orphanage when we pulled up. Lera didn't drive past the place so that we could meet up with her privately somewhere down the road, maybe because K was trying to hold onto the three kids, so I opened the door and tried to play cop. I must have done too good a job, because K roared and acted like she was going to attack us. Didn't seem to cross her mind that she was endangering the kids and it would have been far better to have tried to talk her way out, or run. Stupid cat, and stupid me for thinking she would react calmly.

We discovered when she got into the van that the kids needed a change…. Very….. very badly. Goddess what a smell! I think even she would have needed all four arms to hold her nose against that stink! UGH! I watched K juggling the kids for a bit, and offered to take one of the little stink bombs to help her out, and to help protect them if we got into trouble. When I asked if I could help, she got all huffy for some reason, like I'd done something wrong! What a bitch! I wasn't under any obligation to help and didn't really want one of them in my lap with a leaky diaper, but I tried to be nice and help. Why is it that I can never remember that old adage that "no good deed goes unpunished" till its too late?

Anyway we spent another eternity with the stink seeping out of the windows browning the unkempt trees, and knocking pedestrians from their feet. Bouncing over potholes as we made for the mental institute where they had Demian. Guess what? Another anticlimax. When we pulled up, there were police everywhere, and when we checked the radio we found that Demian had broken out on his own.

I had a bad moment when we started away from the loony bin when K started to freak. She started thinking about this place and what it was doing, and I heard an echo of what I live with pressing in on her. As I listened, the words of my old anger management instructor back in the Academy came to me. I pushed past my anger and fear to reach out to another that was angry and hurting, and was able to calm her. If only I could do as much for myself! Where the words had always rang hollow and empty in my ears, they actually spoke to her and she believed. I was really startled to find that when she believed, I felt a twinge of understanding stir in me as well. Perhaps I should revisit more of what my old instructors had to say now that my life has become so different.

Back to Demian. I considered telling the Captain that we could and should use the ship to find Demian when we heard his comm open, but it seemed best to get the kids to the elevator first. When they are safe, I’ll make the suggestion and we will go back after our friend. I don’t fear for him, I actually feel more worry that he may find a way to destroy this world than I do his becoming badly hurt. The man always seems to land on his feet when he gets into trouble, in much the same way the Captain stays battered and out cold in even the calmest situations. But first we are going to be forced to deal with the cop van that Lera just rammed!