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‘I’m not going to give it to him.’ Sirse signed with a flutter of her hands, her gaze locked on the surrounding faces in the crowd.
‘And what makes you think that I want to!’ Jennivien protested.

Krecker gave a shrugging gesture with a tentacle, which Jennivien translated.

‘Krecker says that one of us should do it – or to send the new recruit in.’

Their gaze shifted turning to look at the newest fox to join their team.

A little taken aback, the vixen raised her hands defensively.

‘Don’t look at me – I just got here!’ And adding quickly. ‘Besides this seems awful personal – I’m not really sure I should even be signing this thing. He hardly knows me.’

‘Your on the payroll.’ Jennivien remarked, looking to Sirse for support. ‘That’s good enough.’

‘Agreed.’ Sirse signed.

‘If you think that I’m going to go in there you have another thing coming!’

‘Oh, really – well we’ll just see about tha-‘

The debate was rapidly cut short as several tentacles descended from the ceiling grabbing both foxes from behind.

‘Get it off me!’

‘Krecker! Now is not the time for cuddles! What? Well fine. Fine!’

Reluctantly Krecker’s grip loosened dropping both vixens to the floor.

‘You can understand that thing?’

‘That thing’s name is Krecker.’ Jennivien shot back testily. ‘And Krecker suggest a compromise. Random chance. We all draw straws. Short straw has to give it to him. Are we all in agreement here?’

Several minutes later…

Jennivien found herself walking up the stairs, her legs carrying her like one condemned and being led off the gallows.

Step. Pause. Step. Pause. Step.

To soon her legs had carried her to the landing just before the office door. Drawing in a deep breath she cursed the ill luck and wondered if Sirse had in some way rigged the outcome of the draw, then knocked.

‘Enter.’ Came the booming voice of her employer, seated behind a small mountain of paperwork that he appeared to be trying to make sense of. ‘Ah, Jennivien. What can I do for you today?’

Rooted to the spot she fumbled with the package in her hands. ‘Uh, well… You see. We, to say, me and the others, we all con-contributed to make you this…’ It took all her will power to move across the room to the desk.

‘I know you said how much you hate Valentines Day, and that you would, uh. ‘Flay the skin off the first person who uttered those words to you, or tired to give you a Valentine.’ The small fox took a step back. ‘But, uh – well we drew straws and – I’m supposed to give you this!’

Thrusting the small crudely drawn card his way. Jennivien recoiled back, expecting the worst. Instead, with an agonizing slowness she watched as her employer rose from his chair. His hulking figure made even more horrible as his body blocked the rooms primary light source.

Silently he plucked the card from her shaking paw, examined it. Jennivien’s insides that were already curling up now froze as beady black eyes swept over the pink piece of folded construction paper.

A simple heart had been drawn on its surface with red crayon, courtesy of Krecker, the local tentacle monster, and head accountant. Jennivien had to resist the urge to blurt out that it had been Krecker’s idea to begin with, and that she was just an accomplice under duress. But her mouth seemed to have stopped working along with the rest of her body.

With a single flip of his thumb he opened the card, she could see his eyes flowing over the words they had all written, his gaze lingering on their combined signatures like damning pieces of evidence.

And then he pulled it loose.

A single green Lego brick, worn and scratched with use. Holding it up to the light, he rolled it around, eight tiny nubs set in two rows of four.

‘A brick.’

His face had become an unreadable mask.

‘No…’ Jennivien, coughed, trying to moisten her dry mouth. 'I- it’s the warp core reactor of the X-45 series Prototype Klingon Bird of Prey Attack Cruiser. Manufactured in secret at the Krodian Ship Yards of Vega three, to be deployed into battel and tip the balance of power, thus causing the downfall of the Federation and the rise of the Klingon Empire!’

For a long moment, her employer just stared at her.

Slowly, reluctantly, a smile crept over his face tugging at the corners of his mouth.

‘So it is.’

Sinking back into his chair, he let out a long sigh, Jennivien, taking that as a sign of her dismissal made to go. She was at the door when he called out.

‘Jennivien.’

‘Yes?’

‘Thank you. And, Happy Valentines.'

Smiling in return, she gave a small bow.

‘Any time Mr. Shark.’

C.S. Notes:

It is no secret that I am none to fond of Valentine’s day, too much experience – And stand that Valentine’s day is a time I try to avoid any romantic involvement. To much commercialization, with hashed out sappy phrases, and expectation to buy cards at approximately $5-7.00 apiece is a little bit much for my taste.

I jokingly tell people that the holiday went down hill after they stopped feeding people to the lions. But apparently my demeanor is a little thick, and people often take me quite literally.

That being said, I there are still a few meaningful gifts that move even me.

The remnant of the X-45 Bird of Prey is a standing testament that even I can be moved. Either that or I am still coming down from the emotional high that seeing the Lego Movie 2 brought up.

Sadly the X-45 suffered a terrible fate at the hands of gravity, and did not join the fifth fleet but its memory lives on.

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‘I’m not going to give it to him.’ Sirse signed with a flutter of her hands, her gaze locked on the surrounding faces in the crowd.
‘And what makes you think that I want to!’ Jennivien protested.

Krecker gave a shrugging gesture with a tentacle, which Jennivien translated.

‘Krecker says that one of us should do it – or to send the new recruit in.’

Their gaze shifted turning to look at the newest fox to join their team.

A little taken aback, the vixen raised her hands defensively.

‘Don’t look at me – I just got here!’ And adding quickly. ‘Besides this seems awful personal – I’m not really sure I should even be signing this thing. He hardly knows me.’

‘Your on the payroll.’ Jennivien remarked, looking to Sirse for support. ‘That’s good enough.’

‘Agreed.’ Sirse signed.

‘If you think that I’m going to go in there you have another thing coming!’

‘Oh, really – well we’ll just see about tha-‘

The debate was rapidly cut short as several tentacles descended from the ceiling grabbing both foxes from behind.

‘Get it off me!’

‘Krecker! Now is not the time for cuddles! What? Well fine. Fine!’

Reluctantly Krecker’s grip loosened dropping both vixens to the floor.

‘You can understand that thing?’

‘That thing’s name is Krecker.’ Jennivien shot back testily. ‘And Krecker suggest a compromise. Random chance. We all draw straws. Short straw has to give it to him. Are we all in agreement here?’

Several minutes later…

Jennivien found herself walking up the stairs, her legs carrying her like one condemned and being led off the gallows.

Step. Pause. Step. Pause. Step.

To soon her legs had carried her to the landing just before the office door. Drawing in a deep breath she cursed the ill luck and wondered if Sirse had in some way rigged the outcome of the draw, then knocked.

‘Enter.’ Came the booming voice of her employer, seated behind a small mountain of paperwork that he appeared to be trying to make sense of. ‘Ah, Jennivien. What can I do for you today?’

Rooted to the spot she fumbled with the package in her hands. ‘Uh, well… You see. We, to say, me and the others, we all con-contributed to make you this…’ It took all her will power to move across the room to the desk.

‘I know you said how much you hate Valentines Day, and that you would, uh. ‘Flay the skin off the first person who uttered those words to you, or tired to give you a Valentine.’ The small fox took a step back. ‘But, uh – well we drew straws and – I’m supposed to give you this!’

Thrusting the small crudely drawn card his way. Jennivien recoiled back, expecting the worst. Instead, with an agonizing slowness she watched as her employer rose from his chair. His hulking figure made even more horrible as his body blocked the rooms primary light source.

Silently he plucked the card from her shaking paw, examined it. Jennivien’s insides that were already curling up now froze as beady black eyes swept over the pink piece of folded construction paper.

A simple heart had been drawn on its surface with red crayon, courtesy of Krecker, the local tentacle monster, and head accountant. Jennivien had to resist the urge to blurt out that it had been Krecker’s idea to begin with, and that she was just an accomplice under duress. But her mouth seemed to have stopped working along with the rest of her body.

With a single flip of his thumb he opened the card, she could see his eyes flowing over the words they had all written, his gaze lingering on their combined signatures like damning pieces of evidence.

And then he pulled it loose.

A single green Lego brick, worn and scratched with use. Holding it up to the light, he rolled it around, eight tiny nubs set in two rows of four.

‘A brick.’

His face had become an unreadable mask.

‘No…’ Jennivien, coughed, trying to moisten her dry mouth. 'I- it’s the warp core reactor of the X-45 series Prototype Klingon Bird of Prey Attack Cruiser. Manufactured in secret at the Krodian Ship Yards of Vega three, to be deployed into battel and tip the balance of power, thus causing the downfall of the Federation and the rise of the Klingon Empire!’

For a long moment, her employer just stared at her.

Slowly, reluctantly, a smile crept over his face tugging at the corners of his mouth.

‘So it is.’

Sinking back into his chair, he let out a long sigh, Jennivien, taking that as a sign of her dismissal made to go. She was at the door when he called out.

‘Jennivien.’

‘Yes?’

‘Thank you. And, Happy Valentines.'

Smiling in return, she gave a small bow.

‘Any time Mr. Shark.’

C.S. Notes:

It is no secret that I am none to fond of Valentine’s day, too much experience – And stand that Valentine’s day is a time I try to avoid any romantic involvement. To much commercialization, with hashed out sappy phrases, and expectation to buy cards at approximately $5-7.00 apiece is a little bit much for my taste.

I jokingly tell people that the holiday went down hill after they stopped feeding people to the lions. But apparently my demeanor is a little thick, and people often take me quite literally.

That being said, I there are still a few meaningful gifts that move even me.

The remnant of the X-45 Bird of Prey is a standing testament that even I can be moved. Either that or I am still coming down from the emotional high that seeing the Lego Movie 2 brought up.

Sadly the X-45 suffered a terrible fate at the hands of gravity, and did not join the fifth fleet but its memory lives on.