Segolene LeMarnix Posted December 27, 2012 Posted December 27, 2012 ((Captain's Quarters, USS Discovery))::It came from decades of serving aboard a starship. The subtle, yet distinctsound of a starship dropping out of warp. He awoke slowly, warmth and comfortfighting him each step of the way. Kieran lay beside him and he smiled,realizing that part of the comfort he felt was the change in the bond betweenthem. Before, the bond was a burden, feeling incomplete and fractured, and herealized that this was from their indiscretion the night they had met. Now, thebond was still there, but it was whole, complete, and instead of weakness itprovided strength. Unfortunately for Kieran, it gave Tyr the strength he neededto go through with what he intended to do.::::Rising from the bed, he gently kissed her forehead, then covered her back upwith the blankets, trying his best not to wake her. He moved to the shower andlet the real water run over him; hot, relaxing and cleansing. When the showerwas through he pulled on a towel, and retrieved his dress whites from thecloset. Pulling on underwear and then the uniform, he combed out his long hairand tied it into a ponytail. The Captain checked himself in the mirror, thenturned to look at the sleeping form of Kieran one more time.::WALTAS::Softly:: I'm sorry, Kieran. I have to do this.((Turbolift, USS Discovery))o O One more time. O o::He was in his dress whites, with campaign ribbons, medals and citationsdripping from the left breast area of the uniform. Four golden pips gleamed fromthe white collar, and his black polished boots echoed as he stepped onto thebridge. In full military dress, he looked like the heroes of old he'd seen inthe pictures of the Federation and back through military history. Picard. Kirk.Archer. Petraeus. Nimitz. Halsey. McArthur. Eisenhower. Patton. Sherman. Grant.Jackson. Washington. Although the Ba'ku was too modest to compare himself to anyof the figures, he would acknowledge the similarity in appearance. All of themechoed through time, their pictures with their shining ribbons and medals, rankinsignias and deeds forever burned into the pages of history. Old warriors,fading with time.::::Discovery was docked. The bridge was empty. Moored at the repair facility highabove Earth, Discovery was a ghost town. He walked in silently, taking in everyconsole, every chair, every station. His long career had placed him at all ofthe stations except Science and Engineering (and Starfleet had likely savedseveral ships by ensuring he didn't occupy these posts), but the place he hadfelt most at home and, truthfully, fit him the best (whether he liked it or not)was the command chair.::::He'd earned his fourth pip quite some time ago, taking over from CaptainMcCall, who had gone on to found the Intel wing of Discovery. He had seen along, fairly distinguished career, having commanded Discovery through manytrials and tribulations. The Saurians. The Dyson Sphere. Q's meddling. TheCamelot adventure. Countless others.::::He moved from the command chair to the First Officer's chair, his hand restingon the back headrest. He had been in Raj's place. He was McCall's First Officer,with the two working together to accomplish herculean tasks-including defendingthe entire Starbase with a fleet of Starships against a Romulan incursion. Hehad disobeyed McCall's final command, racing to rescue him from his Romulancaptors before they executed him. It was during this mission that Tyr had earnedhis fourth pip, and he hoped that Raj was well on his way to following in hisfootsteps.::::Before that he was Second Officer on Starbase 118-Ops as a Lt. Commander. Heremembered taking the original Discovery out on his first cruise in command, therun-in with the pirates and their subsequent arrest. He moved to the now-darkSecurity station. He was a Lieutenant on the Constitution, Tactical officer. Hishand gently touched the Sisko Tactical Cross he'd earned during that time,mostly for his maneuvers against the Borg. He'd paid a heavy price for thatmedal-nearly being killed after being assimilated and turning against hiscrew.::::Finally, he walked to the two front stations. He'd occupied both, but his lovewas helm, and it was the first duty post he'd ever had. An accomplished pilot,Tyr never had lost his love of flying, and maneuvering the massive Galaxy-classConstitution had earned him the respect of his crewmates. Giving the Helmstation a final, gentle pat, he walked back to the turbolift doors. They slidopen silently.::WALTAS::Softly:: Goodbye.::He turned his back on the bridge and entered the turbolift.::WALTAS: Transporter Room 1. Override stops.::The turbolift chirped obediently, taking the Captain to the transporter room.He stepped in, finding Raj waiting for him, similarly dressed. He offered anencouraging smile.::====================================Captain Tyr WaltasCommanding OfficerUSS Discovery 1
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