The Sounds of the Ferengi Stock Exchange AKA We’re Having a Baby

Posted on Thu Jul 16th, 2026 @ 8:40pm by Lieutenant Axod Qo & Lieutenant Xex Wang

5,411 words; about a 27 minute read

Mission: Port of Call
Location: CMO's Quarters
Timeline: Mission Day 1 at 00:00

Axod Qo had expected the afternoon to be uneventful. His schedule had been unusually light to begin with , a single late appointment and little else beyond routine administrative notes that could be handled at his leisure. When the notification arrived that the session had been rescheduled through Sickbay, he had paused over the console longer than strictly necessary, fingers hovering above the controls as he reread the message. The explanation had been brief, almost clinical: the patient had been called in for a follow-up examination and would reconnect later in the week. The sort of mundane scheduling adjustment that happened aboard a starship every day. And yet Axod had found himself staring at the empty calendar afterward with the faintest crease between his brows, uncertain why the quiet left behind felt so deliberate.

By the time he returned to the shared quarters that evening, the reason became immediately apparent. The door parted to the warm scent of actual food, not replicated nutrition but something prepared with care, drifting softly through the small living space. A plate had been set out on the low table, the lighting adjusted to a comfortable glow that made the room feel momentarily less like Starfleet housing and more like something approaching home. Behind the plate was a deceptively simple arrangement of flowers, elegant and soothing in colors of white and cream with little accents of yellow. Axod stopped just inside the threshold, momentarily at a loss. It had not been so very long ago that the two of them had spoken, carefully, cautiously, about how Axod was feeling and the way the demands of the Sojourner had begun to grind against the edges of their lives. He could only assume this was meant as a gesture of concern, the sort of practical kindness a physician might offer a colleague they suspected was pushing himself too far. The thought should have been comforting. Instead, as Axod stepped further inside and felt the quiet heaviness that had settled into his body these past days tug faintly at his balance, he found himself acutely aware of the small secret he now suspected. The fatigue, the strange metallic taste that refused to leave his mouth, the unmistakable internal shift a Doosodarian male could recognize even without a scan. He drew a slow breath and let his expression settle into polite composure. Whatever kindness Xex believed she was offering, Axod intended to accept it with grace , and keep the rest, for now, entirely to himself.

Xex, who had been leaning over the sideboard, straightened now with the other plate in hand and turned toward the table, leaving the pair of stasis warmers discarded behind her. She was dressed comfortably in a flowing robe that fell to her ankles, belted at the waist. “Ah,” she said, silvery face animating with pleasure as she looked up to find Axod silhouetted in the doorway, “Impeccable timing, as always. Hungry?” she asked, so very casually it almost seemed contrived. Would have, were it not for the open authenticity of her expression.

“Starved,” Axod said simply. The word came out lighter than the thoughts behind it.

He was still adjusting to being around this new Xex, if that was even the right way to think about it. Something about their dynamic had shifted, and he couldn’t quite find his footing within it yet. Every interaction felt like walking familiar ground that had somehow been rearranged overnight. It made him second-guess small things. Tone. Timing. Even where to stand in the room.

A quiet thought surfaced, one he wasn’t particularly proud of. If they had never deepened their relationship in the first place, this whole situation might have been simpler. Cleaner. Easier to navigate with the professional distance Starfleet always recommended but rarely enforced.

Instead, there was history between them now, however brief. Shared space. Shared moments that refused to neatly fold themselves back into something uncomplicated. And now, at least from where he stood, everything felt a little more… complicated.

Axod shifted slightly, running a hand absently through his red hair as he tried to settle the tangle of thoughts back into something manageable.

Xex dipped her head as though to stare at the man over librarian's half-moon spectacles, pinning him with her very best Stern Doctor look. It is less imposing than she would probably like, partially because there was steam curling up from the plate in her hands, and partly because she just couldn't hold the look long enough. “I am choosing to believe you are starving because the delectable smells are wafting to you from this lovingly-prepared meal, and not because you have been skipping meals,” she informed him nonetheless as she delivered the plate to the other side of the table.

Straightening, she smoothed her hands down the front of her robe, regarding Axod with a professional diagnostic eye— she could no more stop herself from diagnosing than she could prevent a supernova from exploding-- but it was tempered by friendly concern. She truly did want to help, regardless of his reserved behavior around her since she had Awoken. In fact, she seemed to be willfully ignoring it, treating him no differently than she had before-- which was to say, still confused by his wishes regarding physical intimacy, but respectful of them nonetheless.

Stars knew she couldn't untangle his strong emotions tied her poor treatment of him from his reserve about her altered appearance. It wasn't news to her that most people required some time to adjust to the changes wrought by the Sleep, and she had become used to giving them the time and space to do so. Though the process was complicated by the close proximity of their living spaces, that was not a hurdle she thought unsurmountable. It had never been so before, and she was determined it would not be so now.

Axod smiled, he couldn’t help himself. Despite everything, Xex was still Xex, and Xex had always had a way of drawing that reaction from him, effortless and unbidden.

He eased himself into a seat with care, his attention already drifting across the space as he took in the details. Nothing felt accidental. Every element bore the mark of intention, of thought layered carefully atop instinct. He let himself linger in it, quietly admiring the work Xex had poured into the experience. “You’ve outdone yourself,” he said, the words soft but sincere. He was already immersed, the combination of scent and sight blending seamlessly, wrapping around him in a way that felt both grounding and indulgent, as though the space itself had been designed to hold him comfortably.

“Now, now,” Xex cautioned, seeming to shimmer slightly in the subdued lighting of the room and wagging a finger at him, “There is no need to make a girl blush. But thank you,” she added with an engaging smile. Moving on almost brusquely, as though to head off any unfortunate misapprehensions, she said, “Of course I didn't cook this. 'Outdone' would not be the adjective you would be using, else. This magic is all Debbie's doing. I was hoping if it was extra-palatable, I could coax you to stuff yourself.” Pulling her robe about her, she settled a little awkwardly into her own seat, still palpably not quite comfortable in her own body. Shifting back and forth in search of comfort she was unlikely to find, she finally stilled long enough to mention, disingenuously, “Barring any emergencies, I saw your evening was free. So if I can indeed convince you to stuff yourself, I thought perhaps I'd have a fighting chance of seeing you take the time to rest.”

Little did Xex know, rest was exactly what the coming months would demand of Axod. The thought lingered quietly beneath the surface, unspoken, as he simply smiled and gave a small, agreeable nod.

“I got some new music from back home in the latest datastream,” he said, a spark of something lighter threading into his tone. He rubbed his hands together, the gesture carrying a hint of anticipation, a welcome distraction from everything he wasn’t quite ready to share. “Tonight might be the right time to play it through, see what all the hype is about.”

There was an ease to him, carefully constructed but not entirely false, as though he were allowing himself this moment of normalcy before everything shifted.

Unaware of the coming shift, Xex took Axod's ease at face value and something that had been held tight against his possible response relaxed, just a little bit. She breathed a little more easily, as though an annoying stitch had finally released. Her own smile eased in tandem, seeming more natural on her subtly-altered features. “Is it music for sharing?” she asked pleasantly, picking up her fork and starting in on the meal, leaving him space to answer without her eyes on him.

Axod nodded, the enthusiasm in the gesture tempered slightly by his condition but still unmistakably present. “I was hoping you’d ask,” he said, a flicker of excitement brightening his expression. He leaned forward just a touch, as though letting her in on something. “It’s the latest from that experimental group, this one apparently blends Vulcan monastic chants with sounds from the Ferengi Stock Exchange as percussion.” A small, amused smile tugged at his lips. “It’s supposed to be… haunting.”

There was a hint of anticipation in the way he said it, like he wasn’t entirely sure what they were about to hear, but was very much looking forward to finding out.

Xex paused with her fork halfway to her mouth, staring at Axod for a long moment as though trying to call his bluff. When it seemed he was being entirely honest, she popped the bite into her mouth and chewed swiftly, swallowing as a smirk twisted her lips. “I am not certain 'haunting' would be the first adjective I would have come up with to describe anything involving the Ferengi Stock Exchange.”

Axod smiled, a hint of amusement flickering in his expression. “That was my first thought too,” he admitted, “but the reviews all say the same thing.”

He idly pushed the food around his plate for a moment, gauging it, uncertain how his body might respond in its current state. Xex watched cautiously out of the corner of her eye like some kind of hovering school-matron. After a brief hesitation, Axod lifted his fork. The aromas alone were enticing, rich and layered, but the first bite caught him off guard. The flavour deeper, more satisfying than he’d anticipated.

Something shifted.

Whether it was the hormones or simple hunger catching up with him, the effect was immediate. The hesitation vanished, replaced by a sudden, almost urgent appetite. He leaned into it, taking another bite, then another, the pace quickening before he quite realized it, drawn in by a hunger that felt sharper, more insistent than usual.

Given Axod’s initial hesitation, Xex had been poised to cajole him when he abruptly dug into the meal. Satisfied that he would continue consuming calories, she allowed herself to pause, picking up carafe with condensation beading on its outside. She poured two earthenware cups of a slightly viscous liquid, placing one in front of Axod and taking one for herself. “That nectar you like so much,” she explained, then sat back with her own cup, sipping with the self-satisfied air of a cat who’s just shoved something off a shelf. “When–” she began, then stopped, thinking better of the question.

Instead, she settled on mundanities. “Debbie curated this meal,” she explained as Axod ate, “so you can thank her– frankly, I think she’s outdone herself.” Though Xex herself wouldn’t have the first idea whether the food was actually good, Axod’s reaction was more than enough for her to go on.

The Doosodarian paused mid-meal, lifting his glass with a quiet sense of anticipation. For a moment, he simply regarded it, this familiar indulgence, before bringing it to his lips. The viscous nectar slipped into his mouth, rich and slow, a taste he knew well.

Or thought he did.He hesitated.

Something was off. The sweetness didn’t land the way it should have, the flavor subtly distorted, as though it had been filtered through something unfamiliar. His brow knit faintly, the realization settling in with reluctant clarity. It wasn’t the drink.

It was him.

He lowered the glass slightly, exhaling through his nose, a quiet acceptance threading through the moment. Another small change, another reminder of the condition steadily reshaping even the most familiar sensations.

Observing Axod as closely as she was, Xex noted his reaction with a frown she immediately eased into a quizzical expression. “Stars, I didn’t manage to get the order wrong did I?” she asked, gaze flicking down to the cup and back up again. Unless perhaps there was something wrong with their replicator? It was certainly possible, given the damage to the ship; perhaps she just hadn’t noticed? She picked up her own cup and sniffed at it, then sipped, but was greeted only with the familiar viscous sweetness, and she knew her palette wasn’t sophisticated enough to catch something subtle, especially in something as bold as the nectar.

“No!” Axod shook his head quickly, almost too quickly. “It’s great!”

The reassurance came easily enough, but the lie sat awkwardly beneath it. He forced a smile, determined not to let any hint of discomfort show after all the effort she had gone through to prepare this, carefully selecting, curating, trying to create something meaningful for him. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her feelings.

Or worse, make her suspicious.

He lowered his gaze briefly to his plate, buying himself a moment to steady the unease rising within him. The situation had become impossibly precarious. Every interaction with Xex now seemed layered with questions he couldn’t answer.

The Xex sitting before him now, was that the same Xex he had shared intimacy with? The same person he had trusted himself to fall toward? Or someone altered by circumstance, fractured somehow into separate selves? At times it felt as though both possibilities existed simultaneously, overlapping in ways Axod couldn’t reconcile no matter how hard he tried.

And now, with the reality of his condition quietly reshaping every thought beneath the surface, the uncertainty felt sharper than ever.

There seemed no way Xex could have missed the overquick reassurance, and yet she seemed to take it at face value, her anxiety easing into pleasure. "Oh good. I can never tell if it's meant to be sweet on purpose or not," she said, all indications pointing toward seriousness. And since her honesty had already bled into her tone, she continued with an almost childish simplicity, asking, "Axod... while I am aware that of the two of us, you are the counselor, I cannot help but ask... How do you intend to take care of yourself as you support the crew through this time? I--'"

Xex glanced aside, as though embarrassed, a subtle sheen shimmering in her silvery cheeks. The simplicity was gone, complexity weaving through her entire bearing, tensing her shoulders, and creasing the corners of her mouth. "I would be lying if I said I had not noticed your workload of late, your... absorption?" She obviously was not confident in her word choice, her brows drawing together as though to ask his permission for the description of his manner. "I am concerned, and not as your CMO," she was quick to assure him, " I am concerned because despite..." she waved a hand vaguely, perhaps to indicate their previous disagreements-- no, call them what they were: fights-- "everything, I would like to think I am still, perhaps, your friend."

Axod softened almost immediately. “Of course we are.” A gentle smile touched his lips as he looked across at Xex, letting his hands settle against the table between them. “Friends, that is,” he added, the clarification carrying a quiet tenderness beneath it.

Absentmindedly, he tapped his fingers twice against the tabletop, a small unconscious rhythm betraying the thoughts still moving beneath the surface. “There was a point when I wasn’t sure that was possible,” he admitted, his voice calm but honest. “But we’re past that now.”

There was no dramatic slumping, no obvious sigh. Instead, there was a subtle easing at the corners of Xex’s eyes, a more natural relaxation to the set of her shoulders. Her smile, when it came, was not careful, but rather a full flash of happiness tinged in no small part with relief. “I am glad to hear it,” she said, mild words to coat the easing, at long last, of an aching worry she hadn’t known she’d been carrying so close to her heart.

She’d never meant to hurt Axod, and when it had, perhaps inevitably, happened, she’d been unable to find a way to repair the damage. Instead, she’d merely distanced herself from it– and from him. But that was no real answer, and it had only continued to gnaw inside her, tiny little nibbles each day that only now did she recognize for the hurt that they were.

“Then as your friend, I demand that you eat, and then assault my ears with your new music as you rest for the rest of the evening. Deal?” she asked with mock severity, gesturing with her fork and trying to school her features into sternness. She failed, and comfort his words brought her glimmered from her gaze, eyes crinkling at the corners.

The corners of Axod’s mouth lifted into an easy smile. “Deal!”

The simplicity of the moment felt unexpectedly refreshing. Before Xex’s hibernation, everything between them had seemed so delicate, carefully navigated, prone to strain beneath the surface. This, by contrast, felt lighter. Easier. He found himself relaxing into it despite his better judgment.

He resumed eating, though at a more measured pace now, forcing himself to slow down after his earlier near-ravenousness. After a moment, he glanced up again, curiosity flickering across his features. “How much do you know about Doosodarian culture?” he asked, the question arriving almost out of nowhere, though the thoughtful look behind it suggested he’d been turning it over internally for some time.

Xex paused, fork halfway to her mouth, gray brows arching with either interest or surprise. Knowing her, it was both, weighted heavily to interest. "Less than you, more than your average earth-born human, I would imagine." The admission was not a brag; it was delivered matter-of-factly, by someone secure in their own knowledge-- or lackthereof. "I try to make it my business to know something about the people I'm working and living with... but I hope you are not asking this question as a precursor to a quiz?" Her tone swung upward, unsure about this change of subject so hot on the heels of their newfound ease.

Axod shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the movement small but restless, as though he suddenly couldn’t find a position that felt right. “There’s actually something I’d like to tell you,” he began carefully, his voice quieter now. “And I wasn’t sure I was going to, so I’m not really prepared.” He let out a nervous breath, fingers tightening faintly against the edge of the table. “I don’t really know the words to use.”

If Xex was feeling the first stirrings of apprehension before, it now began to settle like a buzzing discomfort right under her sternum. With deliberate, quiet movements, she set down her fork, bite uneaten, and folded her hands, turning her undivided attention upon Axod as he spoke, his words unsettling even when it seemed he couldn’t choose the ones he wanted to use.

The admission seemed to unravel something in him. He paused, realizing he was beginning to circle the thought instead of approaching it directly. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. His gaze dropped toward the table, composure thinning beneath the weight of uncertainty and vulnerability alike. “This is not something I expected to be doing. I’d told myself I was going to handle it alone, but something is telling me that you need to be involved.” The words left his mouth with ease, as though the truth couldn’t be withheld.

The buzzing unease strengthened into an unpleasant fluttering in her ribcage and concern crinkled her brow. Xex throttled her impatience only with an effort, her fingers tightening on each other as if that grip could somehow draw whatever it was he wasn’t saying from him. He was ordinarily so direct; the prevarication now only served to unsettle her further. A death in his family? Some esoteric Doosodorian custom that would affect her? Them? Some nebulous thing she couldn’t even imagine? The scenarios spun too quickly through her mind for her to even capture. “Axod,” she said, deciding if he would not be direct, she would take up that mantle and dive straight to the heart of the matter, “What is it?”

Axod let out a slow sigh, the sound carrying with it a weight he had been holding for far too long. It felt as though the pressure in his chest eased, if only slightly, simply from reaching the moment where he could finally say it aloud.

“Xex, I’m pregnant.”

The words came plainly, without embellishment or preamble. There was no delicate way to soften them, no careful phrasing that could make them easier to hear. For a brief moment, his eyes found hers, searching for something he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to find. Then his courage faltered. His gaze drifted away, settling on the textured surface of the bulkhead beside them, fixed there as though it offered safer ground than her reaction.

He swallowed quietly, his hands folding together in his lap. The silence that followed felt impossibly loud, each passing second stretching longer than the last as he waited for the reality of his confession to settle between them.

Xex stared at him for only a heartbeat before a lifetime of adapting to unexpected events animated her face for her. Her features mobilized into neutral surprise while her mind tried to grind into action. It was normally her place to give unlooked-for health news, not the other way around, and it took her another heartbeat to formulate any words. When they came, they were carefully neutral; while she was fairly certain he wasn't having a medical emergency, she had found no clues about his feelings on his new state of affairs, and knew painfully well how easily she could say the wrong thing. “Axod, that’s enormous news. Are congratulations in order? I’m afraid when you asked about my knowledge of Doosodarian customs, I was not imagining something quite so personal, and I will happily admit my knowledge does not extend to this situation.” She tried to make her tone light, poking fun at her own ignorance, while leaning forward just slightly, interest and empathy all but radiating from her posture.

Axod drew a slow breath, steadying himself as he spoke. “Unexpected though it may be, I couldn’t be happier.” He tried to smile, and for a moment it held. In return, Xex’s automatic smile shifted subtly, warming into something more genuine. Yet as he watched Xex, he could practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes, the calculations, the questions, the dawning realization of what he was saying. It gave him pause. Not enough to stop, but enough to remind him how profoundly this conversation might change everything.

His fingers tightened slightly in his lap. “I’m telling you because…” He hesitated, choosing his words with care. “The child will be yours as well.”

The admission hung between them, simple in its phrasing and enormous in its implications. Axod held her gaze for a moment before looking away again, giving her space to absorb it. Despite the nervousness knotting in his chest, there was no uncertainty in his voice. Whatever complexities lay ahead, whatever questions remained unanswered, this much he knew.

And now, so did she.

“Oh Axod,” Xex exclaimed, his admission of happiness giving her permission to be happy in turn. His directness was back; he wasn’t asking, he was telling and while back at home on Eüralis that might have been rude, here in their suite she was simply pleased their communication had returned to something more straightforward.

She half-stood, leaning over the table and drawing a hand from his lap, all thought of delicate steps and gentle reintegration forgotten. “I would be delighted to parent with you while we’re aboard,” she said, indeed sounding delighted, the words spilling so easily enough to be a part of some regular custom despite the somewhat irregular situation. Continuing with the same almost ceremonial air, she released his hand and settled back into his seat to say, “I am honored that you would ask.”

Axod blinked several times, the motion unusually conspicuous. For a moment he simply stared, trying to determine whether he had failed to explain himself or whether Xex genuinely didn’t understand what he was saying.

A knot of uncertainty tightened in his stomach.

Perhaps she was so detached from the actions of her former self that the possibility hadn’t even occurred to her. Perhaps, in her mind, the Xex sitting here and the Xex he had been involved with were entirely separate people.

“I… um…” He faltered, his leg bouncing nervously. “I’m trying to say that this baby is fifty percent you.” He paused, carefully choosing the simplest words he could manage. “Biologically.”

The statement hung in the air between them while Xex’s happy expression shifted just slightly toward humor, like she was going to laugh at his joke.

Axod watched her closely, hoping to see some sign of recognition dawn across her features. He wasn’t trying to overwhelm her; he simply needed her to understand the reality of the situation. “This isn’t just something that’s happening to me,” he added gently, his voice softening. “The child was conceived when we were together.”

There was no accusation in his tone, no expectation beyond understanding. Just a quiet sincerity and the hope that, this time, his meaning had finally become clear.

The seriousness of his mien was enough to throttle her amusement, her features slowly shifting into confusion and no little bit of concern as she began to realize he was not making a joke.

“No,” Xex said at last, her brows drawn together in thought as she sought to set the record straight. “No,” she said again, more firmly, the confusion giving way entirely to concern. It was now her turn to be gentle, as if it were her breaking shocking news to him, “Axod, that is impossible. I–” Her eyes cut away, as her voice strangled to a halt in her throat, unsure how to continue.

Was this his way of reaching out to her? Was this fantasy something he supposed was needed to mend what was between them? If it was, how did she handle it without irreparably harming the fragile peace they had found?

Axod was supposed to be the counselor, not her.

Gathering herself, Xex dragged her eyes back to his, meeting his gaze with as much forthright sincerity as she could. Matching his gentleness, she said, “I know this has been a trying time for you, and I can only imagine the additional stress– happy or otherwise– this news has brought to you. And I really did mean it: I will care for this child as best I know how. It does not matter when they were conceived. You…” she trailed off, hesitating. In the end though, she could be nothing but straightforwardly honest, “You needn’t invent biological ties.”

His composure was beginning to slip. “Xex, I need you to listen to what I’m saying.” He took a steadying breath and adjusted his position once more.“This child is yours.”

For a moment, he held her gaze, willing her to understand. “There is no other possibility,” he said quietly but firmly. “None.”

His hands tightened in his lap. “I know this is a lot to take in, but I’m being 100% honest, I have no reason to fabricate this.”

As the cracks appeared in Axod's facade, Xex's concern grew, her brows peaking together with worry. The cowardly part of her wanted to cave, to simply fold and accept his words. He clearly believed them, and in the end, was that not really what mattered? After all, biology was only a very small part of what made a family. But they had only just found a fragile sort of repair to their trust, and she wasn't yet confident enough to test its limits already. Honesty was all that would do.

Gathering her questionable courage with a deep, grounding breath, Xex continued to hold Axod's eyes forthrightly, however much she would have preferred to look away. She did not know the full extent of this strange fantasy he had constructed, so she resolved to be gentle, but firm. Letting this continue would serve no one.

"And I am infertile, Ax." The words were plain, as plain as a statement of weather or the current time. They were not dispassionate, as though they pained her to say. They were simply stated as fact, no more, no less. "Absolutely fascinating Doosodarian physiology aside, it is not possible for me to be the biological parent of your child."

The clinical tone in Xex’s voice echoed in Axod’s ears, making something inside him tighten. He crossed his arms across his chest, frustration flashing across his face before he let out a slow, measured exhale. Drawing a steadying breath, he met her gaze.

“Take a scan, then,” he said, a note of defiance creeping into his voice. “Go get a tricorder and scan me.” If words weren’t enough, he was prepared to let the evidence speak for itself. “I’ll take whatever test you want.”

For a moment, Xex’s expression was frozen, but something flashed behind her eyes, the first inkling of anger. It isn’t I who wants anything! she wanted to shout, to reach out and shake him.

The more sensible portion of her batted this anger away. It served no one. He is pregnant, she reminded herself and though she was not intimately familiar with Doosodarian physiological, hormonal, and psychological shifts during pregnancy, she knew there would be plenty. She had yet to meet any being who did not experience such shifts while gestating. Perhaps objective truth was not what he needed at this moment. It certainly didn’t seem to be calming either of them.

As the anger gave way to experience and its accompanying reason, she raised her hands, palm out in a placating gesture. She had told the unadorned truth and it had gotten her nowhere. Perhaps her original instincts to simply join his fantasy had been correct. “There will be plenty of tests later,” she assured him, allowing just a hint of wry humor into her voice that ebbed away into seriousness again, “I don’t need any scans to know I’m delighted to share a child with you. And here I thought the most surprising thing of the evening would be the Ferengi Stock Exchange. Why don’t we take the opportunity to celebrate tonight?” She lifted her glass of nectar, holding it out to him like an olive branch.

The abrupt shift in Xex’s demeanor did not escape Axod’s notice. He couldn’t tell whether it was genuine understanding finally settling in or if she was simply humouring him for the sake of the conversation. For the moment, he chose not to dwell on the distinction.

He had accomplished what he had set out to do. There was a quiet victory in finally telling Xex the truth. It wasn’t the resolution he’d imagined, nor did it answer the countless questions still hanging between them, but it was a beginning.

The rest could wait. Those were battles for another day.

=/\= A joint post by… =/\=

Lieutenant Xex Wang
Chief Medical Officer

And

Lieutenant Axod Qo
Chief Counselor

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