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Edit: Dear me, I can't believe I missed that small detail. Please read this over. Sorry!
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Kitaro's grandfather died the day he was born, taking his last breath in the same room of the same hospital that Kitaro drew his first. He left the family almost nothing - except his modest pension, his collection of antique collector plates, and a number of precious recordings taken at years and years of family Christmas dinners, Easter parades, Alliance Days, and birthday parties. Although the pension was spent almost immediately as the checks came in and the plates were sold at silent auction, the datacrystals were stored in a shrine-like kitchen cabinet. They so became an integral part of young Kitaro's life as his family relived his grandfather's.
At certain times, the Walter Sasaki of those recordings - a robust, older mechanic with a potbelly and a wheeze - would wander into his head and spew a soundbite like "A Narn with a gun is bad enough, but imagine if you gave a Narn a screwdriver," or "Never mistake casual nonchalance for complete indifference," the latter mostly accompanied with a nagging finger and twinkling eye.
For the first three months of the mission, he had tried his best to not associate the first proverb with the mercurial Na'feel, but had failed miserably. He had also found a face to attach to the second proverb - Captain Martel's.
For all his casual deportment, Martel ran the tightest ship Kitaro had ever seen. Though the captain tossed out jokes as fast as he did orders and made faces at field rations, there was nothing that escaped his gaze. He noticed if a minor tech was five minutes late to duty. He noticed if the power readings from the engines were even less than a percent off. He noticed if Sarah had used a different hair tie.
So it was strange that Martel had not noticed the slight discrepancy in the communications log for the day before.
He looked up, but the captain was busy speaking with a bleeding Na'feel, who appeared on the ship's main com (holding a screwdriver and looking like the Angel of Death, the navigator noted idly) with a report on the status of the new injection system and weapons upgrades. Kitaro shook cobwebs from his head and attempted to pay attention.
"Best news I've had all day, Na'feel," Martel was saying, a grin on his face. He paused. "Is there anything else you'd like to tell us?"
The Narn blinked. "No, Captain."
"Are you sure?" Martel, skeptical, narrowed his eyes and focused his attention on the bleeding wound, which Na'feel was dabbing with a blue mechanic's cloth.
"No, sir. Everything's going well."
"...Fine," Martel finished, a question still in his voice. "Report back here in fifteen for the mission briefing."
Na'feel nodded. "Yes, sir." She cut the com and dissappeared.
There was silence for a moment, before Sarah dropped into her seat. "Weren't you going to ask about the..."
"...the cut?" Martel said, grinning. "I trust Na'feel, like I trust all of you. If it were important, she would have told me."
Beneath the console, Kitaro shuffled his feet and tried not to blush. Sarah's face echoed what Kitaro was certainly feeling - I hate it when you do that, she was most likely thinking, couching an order inside a compliment.
But Martel, like always, had switched into a higher gear. "Either that, or there's something she needs to tell us - but not on an open channel. Sarah, after the briefing, I want you and Na'feel to go to the bay and help Tirk load this in - make sure everything's kosher. This can't be a repeat of last time, and we can't afford to allow someone out there to pull the wool over our eyes." Something occurred to him, and he turned to Dulann. "This is a day ahead of schedule. What -did- you tell her?"
Dulann just folded his hands and smiled. "What you told me to tell her, Captain. You really should be clearer in your orders."
Martel opened his mouth, but nothing came out for a moment. He then laughed. "Never mind - never mind, I don't want to know."
Kitaro, bemused, went back to the communications log to trace the erroneous data he had just found, newly convinced that the maxim "understanding is not required, only obedience," was doubly true on the Liandra.