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So I decided, as promised, to drop in on Aun. Took her out to dinner at Deep Space Nine (in fact, Nerys and Dax, you might have seen us, but you wouldn't have recognized me since I wasn't in my form for humans. I was the tall, brown-skinned humanoid male dressed in the bright yellow ensemble, with the obnoxious kid who kept flinging peas at people until Laren came over and yelled at him. I knew I shouldn't have let him eat, and moreover, I knew I shouldn't have made him eat vegetables, but you know, *he* wanted the experience of being a mortal kid, and mortal kids have to eat their vegetables. At least for the species we were being. I wouldn't have cared if he'd surreptitiously turned it into chocolate while I pretended I wasn't looking.)
Aside from the kid we were also interrupted by this big guy, name of Morn I think, plonking himself next to us uninvited and pouring out his whole life story. I was gonna just put him to sleep, but Aun just told him she'd buy him a drink if he'd go away. I guess she's used to this. I often forget Aun is a Listener; she renounced the species damn near 100 years ago when the Borg came, which was the legal fiction we needed for me to rescue her, since according to the treaty That Woman forced me into signing, I couldn't mess with an El-Aurian without informed consent and technically, being about 10, Aun couldn't give informed consent at the time. But I guess you can take the girl off El-Auria but you can't take the Listener out of the girl. How does she stand it? If people always wanted to dump their problems on me I think I'd become homicidal.
Anyway, it turns out she's not *quite* as much at loose ends as I feared. She's been spending time with her former second-in-command, the woman from the life support capsule from thousands of years ago, as she (the second-in-command, what's her name, Atish?) tries to rebuild her species after the number the Founders did on it. I guess that's an interesting and worthy cause for Aun. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised; I trained to be a rebel all *my* life and now I'm involved in rebuilding, why wouldn't Aun do the same thing?
I have to confess to a certain sadistic glee that she still has absolutely no interest in hunting down her biological mother. My attempt to see she was raised to have absolutely no interest in her origin species is still going strong. Yay for me. (I may have decided to be a kinder, gentler Q in many respects, but I hold grudges. And I remember the fork.)
So my obligation is more or less taken care of, at least for the next twenty years or so, and I cleaned up the tribbles that little q turned his peas into before anyone noticed (I think) so no harm was done. That almost worked. Maybe I *could* drop in on Picard. Well, except for the he hates children part and the kid has a weird fascination with captains of starships called Enterprise part. And I promised not to take the kid to see Janeway until he's much older so I can't do that.
Hmm. Vash is in jail again. Maybe I'll break her out and she can help me entertain the kid. He might like to play archaeology thieves or con woman's accomplice.
Aside from the kid we were also interrupted by this big guy, name of Morn I think, plonking himself next to us uninvited and pouring out his whole life story. I was gonna just put him to sleep, but Aun just told him she'd buy him a drink if he'd go away. I guess she's used to this. I often forget Aun is a Listener; she renounced the species damn near 100 years ago when the Borg came, which was the legal fiction we needed for me to rescue her, since according to the treaty That Woman forced me into signing, I couldn't mess with an El-Aurian without informed consent and technically, being about 10, Aun couldn't give informed consent at the time. But I guess you can take the girl off El-Auria but you can't take the Listener out of the girl. How does she stand it? If people always wanted to dump their problems on me I think I'd become homicidal.
Anyway, it turns out she's not *quite* as much at loose ends as I feared. She's been spending time with her former second-in-command, the woman from the life support capsule from thousands of years ago, as she (the second-in-command, what's her name, Atish?) tries to rebuild her species after the number the Founders did on it. I guess that's an interesting and worthy cause for Aun. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised; I trained to be a rebel all *my* life and now I'm involved in rebuilding, why wouldn't Aun do the same thing?
I have to confess to a certain sadistic glee that she still has absolutely no interest in hunting down her biological mother. My attempt to see she was raised to have absolutely no interest in her origin species is still going strong. Yay for me. (I may have decided to be a kinder, gentler Q in many respects, but I hold grudges. And I remember the fork.)
So my obligation is more or less taken care of, at least for the next twenty years or so, and I cleaned up the tribbles that little q turned his peas into before anyone noticed (I think) so no harm was done. That almost worked. Maybe I *could* drop in on Picard. Well, except for the he hates children part and the kid has a weird fascination with captains of starships called Enterprise part. And I promised not to take the kid to see Janeway until he's much older so I can't do that.
Hmm. Vash is in jail again. Maybe I'll break her out and she can help me entertain the kid. He might like to play archaeology thieves or con woman's accomplice.