This is my first Star Trek fanfiction, so please comment and make suggestions for improvements as I will be redrafting.
All wil be explained...
Inner Ra'tleihfi, ch'Rihan (Romulus)
Intelligence College Student Block, Floor 1, Room 3.
"Computer end holographic record", Deletham Ra'tleihfi Llweii said sighing. The Federation's war with these, 'Sphere Builders' aliens in the Delphaic Exspanse was enteratining to watch but also troubled him, the decision for the Romulan Empire to stay neutral was statregically sound as always, but there was just something that felt wrong about it, there had not even been a protests agianst the preator's decision in the senate. Every one knew that Preator Lhaerrh was a good politicain, but not even he was that good. Something was up. Deletham shook the those thought from his mind as he got up off out of his chair. Such things should not be his concern being only 18 earth years old, he prefered the human's age scale, it was... more liberal then it's tradional Rihannsau conterpart, and was alot easier to use too in his opinion.
"Computer what is the time?".
"The time is 5 dierhar and 13 siures", the computer replied in it's genderless voice. Deletham preffered a genderless voice, Unlke most of his friends at the intelligence college had young female computer voices and they laughed at him for being the odd one out. But personally Deletham thought that they were just big babies and needed a female like voice to replace thier mother's. Nnerhai, and Kakabam especailly. "Is Rhiana Ra'tleihfi Khnialmnae Llaiir still in the college's guest halls of residence?"he blushed as he said the fourth name. In Rihansau the fourth name, is a private name only to be shared with close friends or lovers. Rhiana, (ruled by fire) was Beletham's betrothed, and nethier of them were adversed to the match. wasn't aversed to the match.
Deletham blushed again,a greenish bronzer then before. Though he had no lessons for another 2 dierhars, so he was free to go and meet her but he was unsure whether he should or not.
Teenage pregnancies were possible, but in Rihannsu sociey they were socailly unnaceptable, escpecailly among house in such noble standing as thiers, most f the Romulan population didn't even know of thier very existsnce but still standards had to be maintained. "There is no seperate rule of Imperal law for those protecting the Rmulan state", his father had told him once, and as always their was an undenieable logic to his teaching which Deletham understood but he was also in love with Rhiana, that too was undeniable. Deletham sighed and checked his wrist chronometer, (a device which humans called a watch), seeing there was 1 diehar, and 55 siures left untill his first lesson, plenty of time. Hurriedly he packed his work and referance padds in to his small backpack, along with a a small bottle of water, an walked out of his room feeling nervous but also happy.
"Computer deadlock all access points to my room, authorisation: Deletham-Omega-1912-Charlie-Lock".
*The shrunck of pressure lokss can be heard sucessively down the middle of the door*.
Deletham smiled as he walked throught the hallway, and then down the corridor that lead to the turbolifts. Deadlocking his room was a little over the top, but if he was to become an intelligence officer, such things were a habit to get into.
Intelligence College, Guest Halls Of Residence, Room 10
They were hsappily bethrothed, yes, but he was still nervous about being around her. Before she had left on her latest assigment, his mother had told him every male was nervous about meeting thier partner before their marriage, and even afterwards for a short while. But it didn't help. Deletham was stood outside Rhiana's guest room for two siures, before plucking up the, courage to ring the door chime. He pressed it again.
"Come in", came a sad, quiet voice from the room and the doors opened.
The sight that greeted him as he opened the door was not what he was expecting. Rhiana was curled up on the small two seater sofa, like a wonded Setleth, her eye's red form crying. Quickly he dumped his bag on a nearby chair, wentover and kneeled down next to his love. "Llaiir, what's up?", he asked taking her hands into his caringly, "What's up?". Seeing her like this made Deletham feel bad, he loved Rhiana and wanted her to be happy.
"Their dead lai, their both dead", she said before breaking fresh tears, burying her head into the knuck of his shoulder.
"Who's dead? Lalaiir, who's dead?".
There was a short pause before she managed to say through her muffled sobs, "Mummy, and daddy".
Inner Ra'tleihfi, ch'Rihan (Romulus)
Intelligence College, Guest Halls Of Residence, Room 10
"What?!", Deletham replied shocked by what he had just heard. Rhiana didn't lie this seriously, she was adept to decite like any Romulan, but not to the level of creating something like this, he could tell what she said was the truth. All he had had to do was look into her eyes. Moving slowly and carefully he, manoveured himself so he was on the sofa, next to her, repositioning her head from his shoulder, which had started to hurt, into his lap.
He didn't ask her the question again straight away, she needed time, time to calm down before she did anything. One of the many pearls of wisdom his parents had given him, and another socail grace lost on his floor mates. Deletham didn't care if it took deirhars, or even eisae. He had to be with her now. Deletham wanted to cry with her, he had lost more then just a pair of in-laws but friends, family friends, but he knew he couldn't, he had to be a rock for his bethrothed, his beloved. Despite the portryal of Romulans as being cold, heartless, and calculating throught out the galaxy, the bond between family members was strong in Rihannsu society, almost on a par with that of Cardassians.
'S'LKaol and Dhael dead?', Deletham thought to himself worried, as he lovingly kissed the sde of her forehead, 'That's...that's... not possible, like mum and dad they always come home, or at least make a subspace transmission... Why hasn't father told me? Both S'lKaol and Dhael worked for him, especailly S'Lkaol their like brothers...'. Deletham's train of thought was interrupted by Rhiana turning so her face was looking up into his, tears still streaking down her cheeks like a small trickle of the Rhynne, (the river that through Ra'tleihfi, and has always provided the water for the moat around the hill of senate building since the ancient times), the white's of her eye's themselves greenish bronze as a result of all her crying, the brown pupils looking into his eyes, looking for something, some reassurance to cling to. Silently she slipped her arms around his lower waist.
The siures past, as they just look at each other. After about 1 deirhar, a meduim lengthed, low pitched deep began to eminate from Deletham's backpack, the lesson, 'bell' that all the students recieved on their timetable padd to tell them their lessons were about to begin with in the next 2 siures. But Deletham ignored it, he wasn't going to lessons today, not now.
"Aren't you going?", Rhiana asked him her voice quiet.
"No, because your more important to me then any of those stupid lessons", Deletham replied deciding to risk a small smile. He would be in trouble for missing lessons, but he was neither worried and and didn't care.
A second meduim lengthed,low pitched beep came from his backpack, the professor's, 'polite reminder' sent to late students absent from the start of lessons. Again he ignored it. Hopefully Professor Mavus already knew, and the reminder bleep was to confirm he was still in the college building, and where exactly inside it. Deletham hoped.
Rhiana, sat up, taking her head of his lap, and turned her head away from his to look at the computer terminal in front of them at the sother side of the room, sign she had began to calm down. But still Deletham didn't ask her the question again, the answer was obvious. "Lai", she said her voice still sad, and shaking but also developing a kind of calm and serious undetone,"Promise me that you'll always come back".
Deletham sighed under his breath so Rhianna didn't here it,"I promise".
The door chime sounded. For a few seconds Deletham thought about denying them entry, but it accured to him that it maybe an officail, or his fther coming to tell, or rather confirm the terrible news, in which case they were needed to be seen.
"Come in", Rhiana called out, sinking her head back onto Dethelam's shoulder, closing her eyes as a fresh set of tears began running down her cheeks.
The lady that burst into the room as soon as the doors opened wide enough for her to enter, was of 36 earth years, tall, (only just taller then both Deletham, and Rhiana, at 5ft 9" in human measurements), had an angulaur chin, and an angry look on her face, the slight wrinkles odf experience on her forehead reinforcing her anger. This was Professor Mavus,(strong sister), and was Romulus's answer to either the historical figure from Earth's history Marget Thatcher, or a Xindi Insectoid, Deletham could never figure out which. She always, 'rounded up' her absenties personally.
"You, Deletham Ra'tleihfi Llweii are in deep trouble, very deep trouble", Professor Mavus spat at him angrily.
Deletham's understanding and love for his Lalaiir, turned into anger and hatred against the Professor, but he tried to stay calm, and said indignantley but innocently, "Hello Professor, shouldn't you be teaching?". Before smilling sweetly at her, while Rhianna tried unsucessfully to suppress a giggle.
"Shut up Deletham you little Setleth dropping, you coming with me", Professor Mavus replied her anger increased by Deletham's words, as she grabbed him firmly by the left arm and pulled him off the sofa. Deletham's calm facade dropped, digging his left hands nails into the skin of the under side of the Professor's arm, making her let go of the correponding arm. Once his left hand was free, Deletham used it, to grab the professor's left wrist, using it to force her left arm behind her back, pushing her against the wall while his right hand, removed a type 6 personal disruptor from his pocket, and placed the nozzle against her neck.
"I think Professor Mavus, you need to to remeber who I am", Deletham replied, his voice seething with anger, " I'm the Faelirh of the chairmanof the Tal Shair, and my betrothed has had some very upseting, so I think you realise that it's important for me to be with her at this difficult time despite my lessons, or you'll be having one pernament nightmare, understood?". Deletham without another word, disharged the phaser, and Professor Maruk fell to the floor. Stunned.
"Sweet dreams professor".