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  1. PNPC Tenna Kyd - Not Like This! ((Far Rock Resort Main Complex, Endaasi)) The transporter cycle completed and it took Tenna a brief moment to survey her surroundings. The structure was similar to Salzaar's cabin, only larger, and filled with terrified people. Their emotions radiated from them loudly, and it didn't take an empath to pick up on it. She felt a light touch on her arm. Endaasi Hotelier: ~~You- are not Mister Valys?~~ Kyd: ::Emotionally:: No, I'm not. He decided that I deserved to live more than he did since you were being choosy about who was getting rescued! Endaasi Hotelier: ~~Please, you must understand. Our transporter buffer-~~ Tenna wrenched her arm from the Endaasi's touch more forcefully than intended. She could have put up a psychic block, but she was done with the conversation anyway. She was done with this place. She tapped Salzaar's comm badge. Kyd: =/\= Kyd to Constitution.=/\= There was a crackling static from the badge. That wasn't good. She looked around, formulating a plan in her mind. She'd wanted the Constitution to scan the area, looking for signs of Salzaar. But if that wasn't possible then she'd mount her own rescue mission. Tenna walked out of the hotel lobby and found twinkling sunlight shining down. It was the kind that followed a storm. The wave obviously hadn't impacted the hotel's main building. Lucky for all the people that were beamed there, she supposed. Tenna spotted an atmospheric shuttle and a few aircars nearby. Perfect. A Bolian was talking loudly on his communicator next to the shuttle. He wasn't happy about how his solitary island vacation had just been dashed by a tsunami. Tenna didn't blame him. Kyd: This your shuttle? Bolian: ::Irritated:: I'm busy, can't you see? Kyd: ::Shruging:: I'll take that as a 'no' then... She pulled a card from her pocket and placed it against the access panel. The code inside the card quickly wrapped its digital tendrils around the weak security algorithms of the shuttle's hatch and forced it to open. Bolian: Hey! What are you doing? Kyd: Saving a life! She pulled a rather hefty wafer of gold-pressed latinum from her pocket and threw it at the Bolian. Kyd: I'll bring it back. Consider that a rental fee. The Bolian started shouting something about theft and security forces but Tenna wasn't listening. She closed the hatch and placed her card on the console. It took even less time for the code to break into the flight controls. Less than a minute later she was airborne and flying toward the island they had just been beamed from. Total elapsed time since being beamed off the island? About seven minutes, by her estimate. She slid her hand up the throttle control pushing it to maximum thrust and settled into the seat as G-forces pushed her back from the acceleration. Kyd: Hang on Salzaar. You'd better still be alive, you jerk... TBC PNPC Tenna Kyd Assistant to the Representative UFP Trade and Economic Outreach Bureau Simmed by LCmd Edward Spears, MD Chief Medical Officer / Second Officer USS Constitution-B C239502ES0
  2. OOC: I was not ready for this. ((Far Rock Resort, Endaasi)) Salzaar had needed some time away, and Tenna had respected that. But there was a certain point where she went from respecting his need for space and becoming genuinely concerned for his wellbeing. That time had come, and she had attempted to contact him, unsuccessfully. So Tenna had gone sleuthing, a skill she was quite good at after years of working in trade and development. She knew her boss had gone down to Endaasi and hadn't returned to the ship. Starfleet vessels were meticulous about recording the comings and goings of all personnel, including civilians. She'd started where the crew had mostly beamed down, inquiring at the local hotels. They hadn't been helpful, but the directory had. There were stunning holo-images of different areas of the planet to visit. One such place was an archipelago that boasted private island retreats. Knowing Salzaar and his state of mind after the trial, she'd also want to go to a place far removed from other sentient minds. Betazoids needed to actively filter the thoughts of those around them, and she figured Salzaar might want to just stop doing that for a while to focus on his own feelings for a change. A few well-placed questions and vague promises later, and Tenna had found out what island he was on, and chartered a small boat to take her there. The islands proved to be slightly more fortress-like than she'd expected, as most customers simply used the transporter to access them. Tenna had to climb a narrow, slippery trail around the steep cliffs before finally reaching the summit, home to a small, rustic cabin. She could see the genuine surprise on his face when Salzaar opened the door. Tenna was one of the few people who gave off very little of her own thoughts for a telepath to detect. Deep down, she was overjoyed to see Salzaar's face. The normally enthusiastic man had been so low lately and even Tenna hadn't had much luck helping pull him up from that. Kyd: Hey you... Valys: Tenna, I... How did you find me? Kyd: ::[...]ing her head to the side:: Who do you think you're talking to? Valys: ::Thinly smiling:: Yes, I suppose that was a foolish question... A foolish question from a foolish old man... Salzaar stepped to the side and waved his hand, inviting his assistant into the small but charming cabin. A fire crackled in the stone fireplace casting playful light on the wooden and stone walls. The slate sea outside seemed calm, as though facilitating a thoughtful atmosphere for discussion. Salzaar walked into the small kitchen and tapped a command on the countertop. Two cups of tea materialized quickly. The cabin wasn't devoid of modern comforts, for all its rustic charm. He handed a cup to Tenna. Kyd: You doing alright? Salzaar sat heavily in a comfortable chair in front of the fire. Valys: Yes. ::Casting her a glance:: Oh don't look at me like that. I'm fine. I'm just contemplating living like this for the rest of my days. I think I could do it. Far from the thoughts of others. Far from the petty scheming of people in power. Kyd: For what it's worth, I see you as more of a wide open plains person than a cold sea person. ::She sipped her tea:: Seriously though, Salzaar... I'm not here to try and influence your decision one way or another. I'm just here to make sure you're alright. Valys: It takes a special kind of person not to immediately leap in with their own opinion. So thank you for that... Where do you see your career going, Tenna? Kyd: I hadn't really come equipped to talk about my own career either, you know... Valys: Still, seems like a fair question. Kyd: I like what I do right now. I get to make a difference behind the scenes. Valys: Have you ever thought about dropping 'assistant' from your title? Kyd: Thought, sure. Still not sold on it though... Valys: Maybe think on it a bit more... I'd feel better knowing you might be the one to succeed me. Before she could say anything else, an urgent beeping started to emit from the hidden comm system in the cabin, followed by an announcement. Comm: =/\=This is an automated alert. A strong tidal surge is projected to impact this area. All beings are required to evacuate immediately. Proceed to designated transport location and prepare for transport.=/\= The message repeated, but Salzaar and Tenna were already in action. Salzaar grabbed his few personal belongings and put them into his bag. Tenna helped by gathering things and handing them to him. Nothing like a sudden natural disaster to put a pause on a serious discussion. They rushed outside the cabin to the middle of the island. Salzaar looked out at the ocean. It looked as calm as it had last time he'd checked. There was no big wave heading their way. The system's star had even made an appearance from behind a cloud. Kyd: Look... Salzaar had never heard Tenna's voice approach anything close to fear before. This was a first. He looked in the direction she was staring. Moving toward them was a surge in the surface of the ocean. From here it looked like a bulge. There were several other islands like this one stretching in the direction of the wave. One by one, the wave hit those islands, engulfing them with a dramatic crash of white water. Then there was just the wave. Comm: =/\= Prepare for transpor- Wait. There are two life signs at your location. You booked alone, we weren't expecting-=/\= Valys: =/\=Not a good time with the wave approaching!=/\= Comm: =/\=You don't understand. The pattern buffer is already maxed out for evacuation!=/\= The sky darkened as the wave approached. Salzaar could see the surge clearly now. Like the other islands, theirs would be erased. Valys: =/\=Then get my companion out of here!=/\= Kyd: No! Not a chance! Comm: =/\=We can't. Sorry. We're locking onto your comm signal...=/\= Salzaar shoved his hand into his bag and grabbed his comm badge. Valys: Sorry Tenna... He slapped the badge onto her and pushed her away from him. Tenna Kyd vanished in a shimmering Endaasi transporter beam. Salzaar smiled as the wave exploded against the side of his small island paradise, engulfing it like the others in the archipelago. PNPC Salzaar Valys Federation Trade Representative UFP Trade and Economic Outreach Bureau & Tenna Kyd Assistant to the Representative UFP Trade and Economic Outreach Bureau Simmed by LCmd Edward Spears, MD Chief Medical Officer / Second Officer USS Constitution-B C239502ES0
  3. T'Seva focusing on the important things.
  4. ((Hotel Room, Endaasi)) Cade Foster lounged back in a chair, idly waiting and watching the clock. It was one of those occasions where he was banking on his own gravitas to connect him with his recalcitrant son for a talk that was long overdue. Wyn did not want the tables turned and to have Cade Foster knocking on his door at two in the morning. Nobody wanted Cade to make a midnight house call, least of all his own kid. Besides, he loved the kid and the kid loved him. While they were always and forever close, the knowledge that something was hidden from him had driven a hazy wedge between them. Well, hidden might be a harsh way of putting it. Overlooked, perhaps. Unmentioned. Still, in this big crazy galaxy family was a bedrock and Cade would do anything for Wyn Foster. And yet Wyn was of that awkward adult age where he was thoroughly and totally independent and yet not old enough to come full circle and realize that one didn’t have to do everything alone. That was the curious thing about age, one grew up and then one had to keep growing. Building strengths, overcoming weaknesses and recognizing mental demons were all part of growing as an adult. Cade was old enough to have messed it all up, pulled himself together, learn lessons the hard way and start to grow into someone he could respect. And his highest goal was to get Wyn on the right path without nearly as much pain and anguish as Cade had gone through to get himself on the right track. Still, time was slowly slipping away and Cade kept a careful eye on the clock. He had his own, unspoken mental time limits of when he had enough and would get up off this comfortable chair and go on the prowl. He was almost, but not quite irritated. Just tense enough to stretch but not tense enough to get up when the door chime rang. The kid had perfect timing – whether that was from instinct, personal connection or a combination of the two he had hit the point of the maximum amount of procrastination without actually [...]ing off the person on the other side of the door. Cade hit the door controls first so it slid open without warning and then once he saw the short form with a familiar antennae silhouette did he smile and offer. Cade: Come on in. Wyn: Thanks? Cade stood watching as the awkward surface tension of the reunion was first broken by the simple act of stepping through the threshold of the doorway. Still, the unease – almost embarrassment was palpable. His eyes narrowed at the younger Andorian, his gait was very slightly stumbling. With a snap of his fingers Cade brought the light levels up and took a step forward, watching his son’s gaze rivet towards him. Hm, the pupil dilation reaction was much better than the gait suggested. Wyn was mostly sober. Cade watched him as he neared for a few more moments, forming a quiet hypothesis in his mind. A hypothesis that would have to wait, there were more important things to tend to. In one swift, steady gesture he crossed the room with those overly long, lanky legs and wrapped his kid up in a silent, unyielding hug. Wyn didn’t protest. He always made a show like he was going to protest and then never did. And every single time he pulled the smaller, younger man close, he could feel the tension held like a drawn bowstring slowly loosen and drain away, muscles untangling as the younger leaned into the gestured, soaking up every bit of connection and compassion possible. Wyn: ::After a long pause.:: I missed you, Dad. Cade: I missed you too, Kid. He smiled fondly as the two broke, lingering close, but now separate. Wyn kept his crystal blue eyes downwards as Cade waved him to take a seat while surreptitiously dialing down the heat and bringing up the air conditioning. Silence, one of the constant companions in their relationship settled in and got cozy between them. Cade was patient, hanging on to each beat of the conversation with good humor, a hint of a smile hanging on his features. Cade: Come on, sit down, the chairs won’t bite you. Wyn’s gaze rose furtively towards his father, cheeks tinging faintly navy as he looked forward, broke the gaze and looked back again. Inwardly he cursed himself. This was his Dad. His father, the person he loved more than anything in the world. Why couldn’t he just say things like a normal person? Wyn: Dad, I… ::His tongue faltered on the words as he second guessed himself.:: Another round of almost comfortable silence settled in. Cade drew in a long slow breath and let it out before he smiled very faintly. Cade: I won’t bite you, either. Wyn drew a breath in through his teeth, realizing that he could agonize over words all day and just end up looking like a fool. He had to spit it out, something he had been ruminating on for years. Wyn: Dad… I’m sorry. ::He fixed his eyes on Cade again, antennae curled down into the snowy tufts of his hair.:: Sometimes I go over conversations we had and I am so embarrassed. Cade perked a brow, vaguely surprised. He was expecting this to start off about conversations they didn’t have rather than ones they did have. Curiosity drained in. Cade: Conversations, eh? Which ones? Setting his jaw in a thin, hard line, Wyn took a step forward, his eyes trailing off to the side as if replaying something in his head. Wyn: Remember when you decided to stay on the Constitution the first time? And we argued and I said I felt embarrassed and ashamed that I needed my father to follow me into space and take care of me? Slowly Cade gave a nod. He did remember that, but clearly not as strongly or painfully as Wyn did. Cade has passed it off as part and parcel of being wounded and off duty. He had said plenty of stupid things to well meaning caretakers that he most certainly didn’t mean, and had automatically and generously passed the same on to Wyn. But clearly from the deeply troubled expression Shar’Wyn Foster had throught about this far more than Cade had. Perhaps that was because Wyn had said exactly the opposite of what he felt and wanted and had regretted it ever since. Cade: I do ::he said carefully, not trying to stop words that needed to be said from being said.:: Wyn: ::He took in a deep breath and ended up looking downward at the floor, murmuring the words with a low sobriety.:: I am so, so sorry, Dad. I want you to know that I was a stupid fool and that I not only need you, but I wish I could have stayed there with you. Cade: Wyn… ::His voice started to grow a touch hoarse as he moved forward in his seat.:: You know you always have my support whether I’m in the room or not. I am always a comm call away. Shar’Wyn Foster blinked a little, possibly expecting a bit more pushback than he got. Instead he was countered with an open invitation and now he felt like he was slightly floating in a pool of indecision. Wyn: I don’t like commline calls. Cade: I know. They’re not my favorite either. But it’s good to talk to you. And sometimes good is better than great. Wyn let his antennae sink downwards, and his eyes drift upwards, taking in a long slow breath. He couldn’t really argue that. Good was better than being alone and suffering alone even when there were others offering support. But when one was alone and suffering it was so hard to see the unlocked doors that only needed to be opened. He sighed and sank heavily into a chair close to Cade. Wyn: I should have told you sooner. Damn skippy he should have. Not on the unappreciated comment or any verbal altercations the two had in the past. No. From the shift in the young Andorian’s posture and tone he was clearly now focused on the thing. The big thing. The thing he had expressly stated they were going to talk about. Cade knew. He had friends in Starfleet medical. High ranking friends in Starfleet medical. Including one high ranking Denobulan friend who had no concept of proper filtering of conversational details who, as they had been discussing specific medical judicial cases asked if Cade was going to weigh in on the trial of a young half-Vulcan, half-Human ex-Starfleet officer named Janeway (an ironic name, all Starfleet things considered, but a common one on Earth) guilty of assaulting several fellow crewmembers while undergoing Pon Farr. Cade had shook his head, waving a hand and stating that unmoderated Pon Farr was a consistent issue with Vulcan hybrids that Starfleet medical and Starfleet Counselling needed better game plans for when his Denobulan companion had made an unmistakable fumble, and then changed subjects all too quickly. Seriously suspiciously quickly. So Cade jotted down the name and looked it up. What he found made him so mad that he briefly considered becoming a vigilante and then decided to just send some anonymous tips to people with enough pips to get some legitimately good things done. Then he made a fateful commline call which confirmed every fear he had, hopped a ship and ended up on the Constitution less than a week later. He knew the whole story, but not from Wyn’s lips. It was important to him. It still was. Cade: Tell me now. ::gentle.:: No admonishment. He could confirm ‘you should have’ but what was the point in guilt when he had the chance to get what he wanted – the conversation that they should have had years ago, and the chance to start the person he loved the most in the universe down a path of healing. Wyn Foster sighed, putting his hands by his temples to support his head. Cade watched as the right hand antennae tracked a hair slower than the left one, and frowned. Hypothesis again. Wyn: You know the details. ::He murmured, really not wanting to relive or rehash the moments.:: Cade: I do. ::He leaned forward again.:: But I’m not interested in the details academically. I’m interested in your experience. That’s what the reports leave out, the actual experience of the people involved. The little Andorian gave a sigh. He opened his mouth, perhaps hoping that words would just tumble out. None did. He had struggled so long with his own experience because none of it made sense to him. From his point of view a crime was committed and the victims and anyone who supported them was vilified and ostracized. That made no sense to him. He had spent a very long, lonely week in a haze of painkillers and confusion wondering if the world had gone mad or if he, himself was crazy. Wyn: I don’t remember much ::He said pulling his shoulders in towards his chest, physically shrinking away on the chair.:: Kortantol painkillers are a hell of a thing. Cade: Bull[...]. You remember plenty and it haunts you. He would call that one out. Wyn was not getting away and he was going to put up verbal brick walls to get the hard part started. He watched Wyn’s head jerk up, feeling an empathetic flash of pain. Oh yeah, that stung. He knew it stung. He had been there before and done it before. It sucked. It sucked and it had to be done. The Andorian set his mouth in a thin, hard line, not breaking Cade’s gaze, but not speaking either. It was a tenuous teeter-totter on a line of not wanting to show weakness, but an unwillingness to move forward. But like all unbalanced things it could not hold on forever. Wyn: ::He started with a sigh, almost a stutter.:: I see it play out some nights, when I close my eyes, when I least expect it. It sneaks up in my dreams and steals away my thoughts when I’m tired and alone. And the more I think about it the more I’m convinced that if put in the same situation I would make the same choices, no matter how stupid the results turned out to be. ::The words slowly grew faster, taking on a thin, tense, anguished tone.:: I did the right thing, Dad! I did what I thought was right, I tried to protect someone, I got my [...] kicked for it, and then everyone vilified me! Why was he shouting? He didn’t know. His Dad was the least guilty. But to his credit Cade Foster also looked the least bothered by it. Cade: Almost everyone. ::He offered as a quiet counterpoint.:: It is deeply unfair that those who supported truth and justice were removed from the ship before they had a chance to express that support. ::He offered evenly. Though he knew that at least two had gone to the Constitution- at the time the Apollo – as well.:: Wyn: It was unfair! ::he protested, waving a hand in front of his face as if he was trying to gather up words that were floating like leaves in front of him.:: How could people be OK with what happened? The CO left a crewmember behind, a crewmember in danger who was murdered while we were on a mission! The crew protected a man who attacked me at a party and sexually assaulted a senior officer! Not protected her… not protected me. Protected the guy who did it! I don’t understand, Dad! That doesn’t make any sense! None of it makes any sense! ::He stopped himself from yelling, taking in a short breath, suddenly feeling very raw, exposed and he had barely even started this conversation.:: Cade nodded gently, keeping his voice measured. Cade: It was unfair. ::he repeated, with a tone of validation.:: Wyn: If it was so clearly unfair why did only three people seem to actually see that are gave a crap about it? ::he shot back. In about ten minutes he would be extremely ashamed of yelling at his Dad, but in the heat of the moment the words were loud with venom.:: Again, Cade was unphased by this. He had done plenty of yelling in his days, yelling that was not directed at the listener. It was just a way to process emotions. That much they had in common. Heck, if Cade were being brutally honest he would have to admit that he most likely taught Wyn that. Cade: Do you really want an answer? ::he asked evenly, firmly, indicating that he had one.:: Wyn: Yes. ::He shot back a little too quickly and then reinforced it:: Yes. Wyn’s big blue eyes were searching, looking for something that he couldn’t grasp, even after all these years. That was one of the problems of being in the middle of something – one could not see the forest, only the trees. Cade: ::he took in a long deep breath.:: Ok, let me break it down. Your CO had a fight with his friend and lover, a fellow member of your crew and that guy marched off ship. And your CO told the crew ‘don’t go looking for him’ because he feeling wounded from the fight. Then you and your crewmates saw some evidence that the guy was well and truly in trouble, your crewmates said ‘Captain says don’t go looking for him’ and you say ‘screw that, this could be important, I’m telling him.’ Do I have it right so far? Wyn gave a silent nod and Cade leaned forward to continue on. Cade: Captain says ‘he’s done this before, don’t worry about him we’re leaving.’ ::he took in a breath and held up a hand:: Now in my humble opinion that should have been a full stop moment because no commanding officer should ever leave a member of the crew behind on a space station, no matter how many times they have run off before or what set them off. You beam their butt onboard and hold them in the brig if you have to and if you release them from Starfleet service you take them to a place like StarBase 118 where you can officially – and safely discharge them, not some half wild deep space station. But anyways, your ship heads out. You have a mission, bad stuff happens, you get back, surprise, surprise, the guy is dead. Now let me ask you – did you CO let the crew know that they were leaving without an officer? Wyn: Yes. ::he nodded feeling a bit numb,:: Cade: And you already confirmed that the crew knew that the CO’s wish was to no go looking for the guy. So now you are part of a crew that has confirmation that if you [...] off the CO, you get left behind. ::He said this with a dark punctuation.:: I get it, there were nuances, but that’s what it boils down to, right? You cross the CO, you get left out in the cold. A curious, and very cutting choice of words. Wyn’s head jerked upwards as if he had been stung. Ostracism, being left behind. That’s what cut to the quick. Cade knew this all too well. He had picked the half-frozen child up from the snow where the tribe had left him and his mother to die for being different. It didn’t matter if Wyn was a toddler barely old enough to walk. That memory had seared itself in his psyche as some half-formed, looming, nameless monster. Wyn: ::biting his bottom lip, he tried to stave away the shadows of memories.:: Are you saying I should have seen it coming? Cade: ::gently, with compassion.:: I’m saying I think you had at least some awareness that you were going against the status quo and that would have consequences. I’m also not saying that is a bad thing. ::he paused and when Wyn was silent he carried on.:: So your crew has a miserable shore leave, and all your CO wants to do is indulge in his own misery and deny he had a hand in the death of his lover. And then your crewmate goes into Pon Farr, which seriously screws up the wallowing in misery process. Sure, the senior staff isn’t involved in the altercation, but now there’s something they have to deal with, and they have to stop feeling sorry for themselves. But, Wyn, let me tell you – the combination of denial and feeling sorry for yourself is one of the most powerful narcotics you can imagine. So the senior staff wants this thing over with as soon as possible so they can go back to their comfortable misery. And almost everyone else is happy with staying complacent and keeping quiet because they all know if you cross the CO you get tossed out. Again Wyn gave the softest of nods of assent, just trying to let the words sink in and finally process. Cade: Counselor speaks up? Boom, gone. Medical staff speaks up? Boom, gone. Did you really think after those examples were made that others would speak up? ::he shook his head:: Wyn, authority can be terrifying to some people. They don’t understand the whole picture but they know who has the pips. And they say ‘yes Sir’ and trust that the person with the pips has crew’s best interests at heart. And, for the best COs that’s true. ::He would firmly argue Jalana was one of them.:: But not everyone can handle that pressure, And one mistake will snowball into a cascade of mistakes covered up by defensiveness and denial. And everyone knows the best way to cover up mistakes is to get rid of roadblocks. Wyn looked up, his expression pained, brows and antennae twining together. Wyn: Dad… I saved that man’s life once… ::He reached out as if trying to understand.:: I did everything I could to support him and he discarded me. Cade: ::Gently, he reached out and put a hand on Wyn’s shoulder.:: Wyn… it’s not personal. I know that may be unfathomable to you. But some people don’t process things like you do. You weren’t cut because you were Shar’Wyn Foster. You were cut because you were a roadblock. I don’t know if that helps at all, but again, stop beating yourself personally up for this. It wasn’t personal. Wyn: ::Softly.:: That doesn’t make it better. Cade: I know it doesn’t. ::He said soberly.:: Sometimes you can’t make things fair. If things were fair the girl would have been in counseling, the Vulcan in a mental hospital and you would have been supported for your decisions. Instead she committed suicide, he got thrown into a high security penitentiary and you got canned. ::He patted Wyn shoulder.:: But sometimes time tried to fix things. The people who caused this mess retired or stepped down. The Vulcan was eventually transferred to a proper mental health facility. You carried on and found yourself a Commanding officer or two that you can trust, if you let yourself. I can’t bring the girl back, but sometimes you have to move forward and build what you can with what you have in front of you. Wyn shot his father a short look that wondered if that was a subtle way of telling him to date Rue. Still, he was trying to let this sink in. Wyn: Moving forward isn’t easy. ::he admitted quietly.:: Cade: That’s because you see this thing as one huge looming monster. And you can never defeat a monster. What you need to do is break it down into specific problems – you can overcome problems. So, start to recognize each little think that causes you pain and anxiety and keep track of them. Record ‘em, write ‘em down, tell them to someone, whatever – get a record and then fix one small thing at a time. Wyn gave his father a very well-known hard, almost disbelieving look. The sort of teenaged pout that said ‘prove it.’ Cade: Wyn, do you think I un-screwed my life all at once? ::he said matter of factly.:: No Kid. It was a process that took years one little step at a time. Sure, the first step was the biggest – I had to get sober. But after that there was still a ton of work. I had to train myself to pick up all my socks and put them in the recycler so I didn’t always walk into a room that looked and smelled like a lonely old man lived there. I had to commit to having one breakfast a week with someone I actually cared about talking to rebuild relationships I had broken. I had to apologize to people, offer amends and stick with them. You only saw the back half of my work, and trust me the front half wasn’t pretty. ::He offered a soft smile.:: But it was worth it. Wyn let his head fall into his hands. Cade kept his hand reassuringly on the younger man’s back. Wyn: I don’t even know how to begin, Dad. Cade: Begin by defining what is important to you, Kid. You’re not nearly as far gone as I was and unlike me, you didn’t do most of the damage to yourself. I’m not saying it will be easy, but I’m saying you’ll mor readily get allies. All you have to do is ask. Wyn: More talking to people… ::he said with a sigh.:: Cade: ::With some humor.:: Are you in pain right now? Do you hate this? Sometimes Wyn still was the teenager who liked to complain just to complain. Maybe he got that from Cade, but maybe that was just him. Wyn: … no. ::He admitted sheepishly.:: I’m just tired and have too much to think about. Cade: You gonna sleep OK? ::He asked gently, well aware of how the shadows could creep in at night.:: Wyn: I don’t know. ::He took in a long slow breath and let his muscles relax.:: I think so? Cade shifted to wrap an arm around Wyn’s skinny shoulders Cade: I am always here for you, Kid. Always. No matter what, OK? Wyn: ::barely above a whisper:: I’m sorry, Dad. For a moment he pulled the kid in reassuringly close. Cade: Stop being sorry. I get what happened and I understand why you did what you did. You pulled away to protect yourself and try to somehow build callouses to operate in the outside world. I would have done the same. But now time has passed and those callouses have formed and you’re still not happy. So now it’s time to break down the monster, deal with the problems and build what makes you happy. And that is exactly what I’m here to help you with. Wyn Foster wasn’t very good at processing emotions. Sometimes he just had to shut up and try to let everything sink in. The open offer of support, the hazy view of a path forward, they all swirled around in his tired mind He opened his mouth, almost ready to protest. But something did actually sink in, it was starting to process, however slowly. Wyn: Thanks, Dad. ::He spoke in soft, deep tones choked with emotion.:: I love you. Cade would never admit it, but when no one could see him, he teared up. Cade: Love you too, Kid. ~*~ ~fin, for now~ ~*~ Lt Commander Cade Foster Mission Specialist USS Constitution-B ~and~ Lt Commander Shar’Wyn Foster Interim Chief Medical officer StarBase 118 ops
  5. (( Endaasi - A tropical Beach )) It was done, over, finite. Siance felt exhausted after the last week of preparation for the exams and the practical had been draining as well. A first contact mission that had required her to rapidly get informed about a species nobody knew - that fake database was quite extensive - advice the Commanding Officer - in this case Commander Fenton - as well as pay attention during contact that he didn't make mistakes. Of course it did not go without a hitch and that was when it was at her to help find solutions with diplomacy, psychology and the laws and rules she had learned about. It was a different kind of exhaustion than when she absolved her physical training. It was more her brain that had been used a lot that now wanted some rest. And rest it would get. She had grabbed a bag, her bikini, some sunscreen and visited the first beach she had found on the e-guide. The water was of a bright turquoise with gentle waves, the taste of salt and soft bright sand that was just the right temperature. Sitting under a large parasol she simply soaked in the peace and quiet. After about half an hour of not moving at all, she now opened her eyes to look around the beach. With the broad variety of activities and locations on the planet the tourists were spread out nicely so the beach was not too full. The gaze of her dark eyes halted for a moment at a rather unusual sight. In a not too far off distance, a small group of Klingons sat together on loungers at the waterfront, their feet in the water as they seemed to relax. Something that she had not seen before. Ever. Siance chuckled to herself. Well why not. Even warriors needed some time off. If they were warriors. She realized she fell into the stereotype trap. Maybe they were scientist, bonsai tree growers or deep sea divers. Who knew from looking, right? Shaking her head again she closed her eyes until she had the feeling of not being alone. As she looked up again, her heart dropped at the sight of a familiar redheaded Trill. Rajel: Hey. Siance didn't know what to say and by the nervous look on Jalana's face she didn't feel much different. The older Trill wore a turqouise swimsuit with an orange hip scarf and a sun hat. And a bag in her hand. Thyar: Uh... Captain. Rajel: Mind if I join you? Siance was speechless and shook her head gesturing to the sands next to her own bathtowel she sat on. Jalana smiled and dug a bath towel out of her bag and placed it next to Siances before she sat down on it. Rajel: I know it's awkward but please call me Jalana. I'm not here as your Captain. Siance's heart beat rapidly and she swallowed before sitting up, realizing she was still laying down. She looked out to the ocean before them. Thyar: So you are here as Jalana. Rajel: ::smiling:: I am always Jalana. ::She took a deep breath and crossed her legs in front of her.:: I am here as the person who can tell you more about your father. That stunned Siance into silence. She turned her head to stare at Jalana without a single word. The older Trill turned her head returning the gaze with a warm green look. Rajel: If you still want to hear about him, that is. Siance: ::nodding, she blinked:: Why now? Rajel: Fair question. I had a lot of time to think, especially while I waited for the court martial. And I wanted to talk with you after that but with your exams Saveron confirmed that it may be wise to wait until that's over to not distract you. ::She had seen his message and was grateful that he had taken that time.:: How did it go? Siance: Good I think. I'll know more soon, but right now I'm glad it's over. Rajel: ::laughing:: Sounds familiar. I have no doubt that you did well. ::A pause:: I wanted to talk with your mother but I wasn't sure if she knew why you came here. So... I don't know how much I can tell you, but you have a right to know more about him than his name. So... ::She sat upright with a smile:: Ask me anything. Siance: How did he die? Rajel: Uff, starting with the big ones. It was an accident. A really stupid one. Stepped out of the shower and slipped. He landed badly. Head trauma, that's it. It was odd to talk about his death like that, it felt even stranger when it felt like it was her own because she remembered it like that. Hosts went through weird memories. Siance: That sucks. ::She sighed. She had hoped it had been something more meaningful, not a senseless accident.:: So... he didn't know about me? At all? ::She looked to Jalana who shook her head:: Then... you and mom weren't like in love? Rajel: Oh we were. It wasn't like that epic love out of books though. We weren't together for long. But I was.. sorry he was young and stupid. This ... may be difficult to hear... Siance: I want to hear it. ::She said that a little too fast, but she meant it.:: I imagined so many things over so many years, I really want the truth. Rajel: ::nodding:: Suril liked the attention of women and the thrill of something new. He never was unfaithful, but he was not the type to stay long. Your mother and Suril had a few weeks that were great but then he moved on. Siance: Oh. Was... it hard for mom? Rajel: She didn't seem like she took it hard back then. He saw her not too long after and she looked happy. But knowing what I know, it may have been one of these snapshots out of the norm. It's rarely easy for both equally. It had been a fling. Just that. Again her hopes had been crushed. But there was a light in that tunnel. Because even though he had many relationships, he remembered her mother, or Jalana wouldn't know. Right? So she was the result of a short fling. Siance: If he had known about me... Rajel: ::reaching out to place her hand on Siance's:: I really want to tell you that he would have stayed. But I don't know. As said he was a stupid young man. Siance: ::her stomach flummeted:: Oh. Rajel: ::She looked to Siance:: He did kind of settle down later on. He had a farm, a job he loved. He travelled a lot but he wanted to find that special someone so he got more careful about relationships. The older Suril would have loved to meet you and have a relationship with you had he known. That's all I know. To hear that pulled the last brick out of the wall she had tried hold up. She had just wanted to listen, come to a conclusion on her own later on. But her body didn't agree. It was like a [...] that broke and her vision blurred. Quickly she raised a hand to wipe off a threat of a tear, but the moment that coated her fingers and she wanted to apologize for it, the words came out with a pained croaking sob. A lifetime of loss and pain for not having her father by her side came crashing down on her at once. Answers to questions she had asked over and over with increasing urgency for as long as she remembered. She finally got them, and she knew she would get more, but right now she was overwhelmed with an immense sense of relief, once that closed down her throat, made her heart race and shook her soul. She inhaled loudly, a choky breath, shaking her whole body and couldn't stop sobbing loudly, no matter how hard she tried to stay quiet. Warmth suddenly wrapped her in the shape of the woman with the answers. Gentle arms embraced her, pulled her close and just silently held her. The brushing of a hand on her back, the warm breath brushing over her head. No words, silent comfort of the one person who understood, who knew. That made it worth and with a wail Siance threw her arms around her, pulled her body into a tight ball and let go of all the pain under the warming healing sun of Endaasi shedding its light on the dark corners of the young woman's mind. ----- Cadet 2nd grade Siance Thyar Counseling Trainee simmed by Commodore Jalana Rajel Commanding Officer USS Constitution B Image Team Co-Facilitator A238906JL0
  6. Not that he's fixated or anything. But the man has a power plant to run
  7. I love Chip's unique approach to life.
  8. I vote holo-hopping becomes an official Conny passtime.
  9. Romulans. Saveron is fascinated with the more moderate factions of his 'cousins'. Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.
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