A Good Lighter - Part Three

Posted on Fri Mar 31st, 2023 @ 10:35am by Grand General Paul "Caveman" Antilles

Mission: Mission 120: All Along the Watchtowers - Part Two
Location: Various Locations - Antilles family home - Earth, SOL
Timeline: 0630Hrs - January 4th, 2394

Grand General Paul Antilles had never truly gotten over Andrea. She had been his first wife and his first true love. Oh, he still also had feelings for his first mate as well. A Klingon woman named Sorlora, who had borne him a child when he was just fourteen and she was eleven at the time. However, she was more of an adult than he was as Klingon's tended to develop faster than humans did during their childhood years of life.

Paul was now an old man, relatively speaking of matters. Andrea had died almost twenty years earlier. She had died during one of the Klingon war's minor skirmishes when a young Klingon trooper blasted her face off with a disruptor pistol. Paul's revenge had been swift and brutal. He had disarmed the man, quite literally with his Mek'leth. But then when the Klingon resisted. Paul took great pleasure in beating the Klingon savagely to within two inches of his life. By smashing his head into the bulkhead over a dozen times. When the Klingon still wouldn't submit. Paul then proceeded to beat him to death with his fists.

Several months had gone by as Q had arrived, he wanted to celebrate Paul Antilles's birthday by returning Andrea Crane from just before the moment of her death to him, moving her forward in time. It was all for naught as Andrea only died a second time. Falling under the war machine of the Dominion. During their first invasion of the Federation. They had decimated the Eighth Fleet during the battle of the Rutharian Sector. This had not stopped anything so the Seventh moved into position to check their advance at Tyra.

The battle that had taken place had been unbelievable in terms of its sheer size and scope. Thousands of ships had been involved, but the Seventh had been utterly shattered. Paul had saved several thousand personel and was able to organize something of a retreat. But he was separated from the rest of the fleet. Fueled by his anger, his grief had become utterly inconsolable. He had gone on the rampage behind enemy lines. One of these events had resulted in him having several nights of passionate sex with one of his Operations officers. A woman named Angelique Devereux. Paul knew her better these days as she went by the name of Angelique Wolfsong. He then spent another forty-five days going on something of a rampage through Dominion space. Killing the odd Dominion supply convoy and base as he went.

Paul Antilles did not like thinking of these memories. They were dark, but they also had the capability of rousing the beast within.

All of these thoughts raced through the mind of Paul Antilles while he was lost in thought, the winter snows raged outside. Paul watched in silence as the blizzard worked its magic. He wondered if it was his soul simply finding an outlet for all of his anger, all of his hatred. Cast upon the winds of space and time.

Paul sighed as he heard someone entering the room he was sitting in. "Hey, dad. You alright?"

Paul inhaled softly. Taking a moment to pull himself back together. "Yeah. Mike. I'm alright, such as I am." he turned as he found himself face to face with his eldest remaining child. Thats when Patricia entered the room as she found her brother facing her father. "You guys okay?" Patricia inquired of the two men before her.

"Yeah. We're fine Patti. Come on in." Paul commented. "Take a seat. I have no doubt that William and Katrina will be along soon enough. We don't need to call them." he slowly smiled.

Patricia sat down across from her brother. Michael sat down on the sofa as he glanced over at his twin before both shifted their attention.

Paul sighed. "You've all heard of her, in passing or directly," as he lifted the glass of water that had been placed before him. The glass was covered in water, while he took a mouthfull. "Andrea Crane was my first wife. She was the mother of several of my other children. Robbie, Rachael, Kira and Jerome. You've met them all and they have families of their own." Paul explained. "You are the same ages as some of their children... But make no mistake, you are their siblings, not their nieces and nephews." he paused. "But back to Andrea. She was something of an aberration. A relic of a darker time, an older time from Earth's history." Paul smiled as he pictured her in the center of the room, standing before them in that simple red dress, that she always liked. "She would have been the first to tell you, in no uncertain terms, that she was a pain to deal with. She was hard on the children. She raised warriors, and, you can see it in Jerome, Robbie, Rachael, Kira and Sarilla, as well as Mekka."