Star Trek: Season 10

[X]

Aeric James moved quietly in the cockpit of the Aurora and ran the final systems check for the systems. He mind drifted back to a recent conversation with Rina Grant and their talks about the new home for the fleet. She wanted to try her hand as the chief engineer for the station and it was more than his pleasure to recommend her. If accepted, he thought that she would make a great addition to the team there.

He took another breath and resumed prepping his ship for the expected travels ahead. From what he gather from the reports, there was much for he and Sevryll to take the children to see in the system. It was a trip that he had somehow been convinced to allow Aria to control the helm. If they didn't crash, it would be a fun adventure.

[Feathers]

Tolok put down his tools and neatly stowed the kit in its allocated position in the storage locker. His model had progressed, but slowly as his mind revolved around and around his perceptions of the Romulan 'offshoot' of his own race.

Thinking purely logically, he had failed to reach a satisfactory conclusion and as a result his mind was...clouded. The engineer was uncertain of something for the first time in many years and the feeling was anathema to the Kolinahr disciple.

Retiring to his sleeping chamber, he bent to the candle on the low table to one side of the room and lit it with the tool set next to it.

"Extinguish lights." he ordered calmly as he settled onto the ground.

The flame began to settle to a steady rate of burn as the wax around the wick turned molten, the reflections scattering off the transparent aluminium window and the pair of pictures hung to one side of it.

Closing his eyes, the Vulcan took a deep breath and began the slow descent into an appropriate meditative state.

[Shelby D]

Some slept, some walked the ship, some just stared out at the stars; Shelby Daelen was doing none of these. After her conversation with the Romulan woman, the ensign had redoubled her efforts. Spending the last few hours going over the information, comparing and studying the pair of stories she had at her disposal.

The pad in her hand hung low, near her hip, while she stared at the computer screen against the wall. Closing her eyes the woman pivoted and walked away. What part did Navash play in this? Clearly she 'had' some part what though was not prevailing.

Admiral Jarok had been well respected; a hero to the Romulan establishment for a long time. He had though questioned his leaders towards the end. Obviously there would be negative repercussions to this behavior, especially within the Romulan government. They couldn't possibly have one of their own questioning them.

As she stood there she knew she needed something, a clue, just a little bounce to take her to the next step. What she had was basically circumstantial in nature. How far reaching did this go, had it been a set up? Had Navash been involved? She had nothing to prove or disprove that.

A small chirp sounded on her computer and she walked back over to accept the file. Reading the information she spoke in a low tone. "Origin: Unknown." it was a gamble. Despite this she reached out, stopped, then she proceeded. Soon a series of files came up.

Her lips parted and she re-read what was on the screen. There was no way to track who might have sent this to her but it was clear whomever did knew something of the situation. What it was wasn't a lot but it was enough to let her know that she was on the right path.

Making a copy and combining it with the other information in the PADD. Excitement ran through her as she reached up to her com. Then she stopped, there was one other person she wanted to look at this before she did anything more.  

-

Standing out in the hallway close to midnight Shelby glanced both ways down the hallway, how would this look if someone saw her? Be damned! This was important. She pressed the chime again.

Joseph drug himself up from the chair he had been relaxing in, he wondered who might be showing up at such an ungodly hour. Reaching out he unlocked the door and opened it. "This better be important I -- " when he saw who it was he stopped short of any admonishments. "Shelby?"

"I needed to talk to you....it's important." She walked in and upon being invited she turned to see Joe standing there wearing a very loose black shirt and pants, his dark hair looking ruffled yet handsome; then she realized she was staring. She shook her head and focused. "I'm sorry I know it's late...."

"Is the ship trailing into a black hole or something aye?" Running his fingers through his hair he noted her cheeks were slightly flushed; probably with embarassment from being here so later. Then he saw the way her eyes sparkled with excitement because she was so wrapped up in everything. This made her seem even more appealing and approachable to him.

"No Sir." she said with a half smile. "Forgive me, but it's about Nalah Jarok."  

[Meds]

Joe gestured towards his sofa. Thoughts ran through his head in a jumble. For although clearly she was here on business, could this be his chance to talk to her? He wasn't sure and as she moved hiseyes followed her as she moved to the offered seat. "What do you need?"

"I've taken Nalah Jarok on as a sort of personal project."

He sat himself while he let his eyes move to the device in her hand. "I gathered as much."

"Her Father more precisely. I found some inconsistencies and I couldn't let it go." Offering the PADD to D'Callan.

Taking the PADD Joseph read the information, it was an interesting to say the least. "They set him up is what it looks like."

"That's what I thought." She moved closer to the edge of the sofa. "They 'handled' a problem..."

"So what are you going to do now? You can't possibly think this will benefit the current situation."

"It will for one person." She said with a grin. "Nalah Jarok needs to know this. She thinks her Father did not care, that he abandoned her and her Mother. No one else will benefit from this except Nalah. Because anyone affiliated with the Romulan government will simply dismiss it or laugh at it. She won't."

Sitting back Joe considered what Shelby was suggesting. "She attacked you Shelby. This could send her over the edge and where did this information come from."

"Does it matter? Obviously it is someone who knows the situation. They confirmed things that someone who knew of both situations would know. Look I know it is a bit of a risk but...I've been spending a lot of time with her." Glancing at the PADD in D'Callan's hand she said softly. "I know how she feels. She knows that there is nothing left for her; this will give her peace." Then her eyes went back up to Joe's and she watched him hoping he could understand. "Not a reason for revenge."

Rising, while Shelby followed him, Joe walked over to that painting which he had been looking at a lot more often. The minutes ticked by so slowly, "You will not give her any names or verification of this. Is that understood?" Came his response finally.

A smile spread across the woman's face and she stepped forward; while containing the urge to grab the PADD and leave. "Yes Si - Joseph"
Turning to see Shelby right behind him, the chief let his eyes wander for a second, it was error on his part but he quickly recovered as he handed her the device. "Do you have a minute?"

"Sure...."

There was a long pause, his eyes went to the Padd between them and then back up to Shelby's. This wasn't the time. It was late, he was tired and what he wanted to say was so far off topic to what had brought the woman here to his quarters in the middle of the night. He simply couldn't continue down the path he for a second was considering. "Carry on, report to me immediately if you have any concerns."

With that said Shelby headed out into the hallway. As she walked she realized that her heart was pounding in her chest. She had seen his expression, knew what it meant and she had wanted him to say it. Part of her knew better though. As she entered the lift she told herself that she wasn't going to be able to stay on the Arabella like this with him. It was too much for her.

[Bryancd]

Joint Post by Shelby, Meds, and Bryancd


Promptly at 0700, Shelby entered Nalah's quarters after contacting her prior to her arrival. Alongside of her was Joe D'Callan. Earlier the chief had communicated that he would be accompanying her when she spoke with Jarok. Unable to see a reason why not she had met him at his office and they had gone from there. "Good morning Nalah."

Nalah sat at the lone table in the room wearing the same non-descript jumpsuit she had been given when brought on board. Her apprehension was apparent. She had very few dealing with the Chief of Security and was concerned that the incident with Navash in sickbay was going to come back and haunt her....as did so much in her life. She inclined her head in acknowledgement of the greeting but her eye's were glued on D'Callan.

Noting the unease with which Jarok pointed in her direction and then to the Cheif's she reassured the woman. "This is Lieutenant Commander D'Callan. He wanted to meet you today." 

Joseph looked around the room and subsequently back at Romulan. "I have read Ensign Daelens report of the incident in sick bay." he intoned a calm to his words. "I'm a man who trusts his officers opinions, we all have off days and it's only because Shelby here speaks very highly of you and has been going out of her way to help you that you're not in the brig. I'm here for one reason and one reason only. I'm hear to ask you to calm down, think and behave. Shelby here is to be your link whilst you are with us. If you have any questions the Ensign can assist you."

Nalah nodded her head in silent, respectful acknowledgement.

'Callan turned and gestured to Shelby who followed him just outside the door. He looked at her and smiled. ever so noticeably. "We can't have any more trouble with her. I'm putting you fully in charge of her. What she does will reflect on you. I know you've been going out of your way to look into her details but don't drop your guard." he gave a nod then before he left he placed his hand on her shoulder. "We will talk later about how this went."
"Yes Sir." Shelby watched the man go and then she took a deep breath and walked back into the room. She could see that Nalah wasn't exactly pleased with this development.

"I don't need a nurse maid," Nalah said, a bit of venom coming into her voice.

"I understand how you might feel that way..." Shelby wasn't going to say that what D'Callan said wasn't blunt and straight forward; it was. What she was going to do was deflect from the subject. "I arrived a bit early today to speak with you."

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful." Nalah sighed. "I appreciate your efforts on my behalf and I recognize I have not made that easy," she said with a smile.

[Jen]

Joint Post by Jen and Wraith 1701

Ryla's comm badge chirped for her attention.

"Go ahead," she answered.

An uncharacteristically hesitant voice spoke from her badge. "This is K'Tan, Doctor.  I apologize for disturbing you, but I was demonstrating some wrestling holds with the boy, and there was a slight... accident. Would you mind stopping by my quarters?"

Ryla's heart skipped a beat.  I knew it! The kid poked his eye out with a bat thing! "How bad is it, commander?" She asked with a self-possession that was incongruous with her inner voice.

"I don't think it's serious, Dr," he replied. "Probably just a sprain.  Well, a broken bone or two at worst."

Pursing her lips, Ryla expelled a quick puff in exasperation, momentarily blowing up a strand of flaxen hair. "Just...stay where you are. I'm on my way."  What was I thinking, leaving a child under his care?  I should have my head examined!  After grabbing her medkit, Ryla raced from her quarters towards the turbolift.

"Doctor Drett to Sickbay, have a surgical team standing by..."

"Understood, Doctor," came the voice of one of the Beta Shift nurses.

As she quickly strode towards K'Tan's quarters, Ryla shifted into full-on professional mode.  "Computer," she called when the door failed to emit her, "Open Commander K'Tan's quarters, medical override code Drett 14-alpha."

"Acknowledged," came the automated reply. As the Doctor approached the entryway, the door slid smoothly open and the Trill marched into the room without breaking stride.

"OK, where is he?" She called out, her hazel eyes widening as they passed over the numerous bladed weapons displayed on the wall.

"Over here." K'Tan replied.

Rounding the corner, she immediately spotted the pair seated on a small couch; the child was nonchalantly sipping something purple from a mug. Ryla whipped out her tricorder and ran it up and down the seated boy. As she eyed the display, her look of concern transformed into one of agitation.  "Is this some kind of joke, Commander?" She asked.  "He's in perfect health!"

"He's not the patient," K'Tan said.

Turning, Ryla noticed the man's arm hanging at an unnatural angle. "What?" She asked in disbelief.

"I was showing him how to break different holds," K'Tan said.  His face screwed up in pain as he tried to adjust his position on the couch.

"The little monster is a quick learner," he added, face beaming with pride.   "And he's a lot stronger than he looks."

The scorching glare Ryla gave him was in sharp opposition to the laughter that threatened to escape her. When she was certain she could address him in a turbulent tone that would rise to meet the thunderheads in her eyes, she spoke. "Does it hurt much?"

"Of course it does."

"..Good," replied the Trill with a toxic fricative. She moved the tricorder over him. "Your arm has been dislocated from your shoulder." She closed the device with an aggravated flourish and slapped the badge pinned to her chest with ferocity, "Drett to Sickbay... cancel the surgical team."

"Yes Doctor."

She was relieved that the boy was alright but annoyed that K'Tan would teach a child such things. Her voice softening, Ryla gave the boy a reassuring smile, "don't worry, he's not hurt too badly. I'll have him fixed up in no time." The Romulan stared back at her; he did not seem the least bit concerned. Ryla playfully tapped the end of the child's nose with her index finger, finally drawing a giggle from him, then winked at the boy before turned back to the commander.

With a sullen eagerness she slowly took K'Tan's large hand in her own and gripped his shoulder with the other. "This is going to hurt you more than it will hurt me..." Before he could respond she jerked his arm, pulling the joint back in place with a loud pop.  K'Tan's eyes bulged, but he subdued any other sign of agony.

She shook her head at him, the synthetic calm of her voice at odds with her disapproving eyes, "what were you thinking? Teaching a child to wrestle...he's seven." She expected a verbal assault for her rough medical attention, but he simply stared at her. The Trill immediately felt herself slipping into the dark pools he leveled on her, transfixed for a long moment by their force.

What is wrong with you?! A voice shouted within her. Are you so shallow that his arresting eyes would make you forget how much he hates you and you, him?

But...I don't want hate anyone. I get along with everybody I meet—except for that Romulan woman who broke my wrist, she admitted flatly within the privacy of her mind...if you could call it private. She often suspected Drett's previous hosts hung out there from time to time.

Okay, so 'hate' is a strong word. You 'don't like' him for a reason, replied the voice.  

Yes, that's very true. But that happened years ago. Ryla thought as she continued to gaze into the Terran's captivating eyes.

You threw-up on his boots after he showed you a holo of his girlfriend—you scarred him for life.

Well...yes...there's that. You are right... I really should listen to you more often.

Yes. You should.

Thank you for reminding me.

Anytime.

The Trill came to her senses a few rapid heart beats later. Standing, she managed regain the authoritative posture that her anger provided. "I would have offered you a pain killer before I pulled your shoulder back in place, but I knew you would only reject it out of pride—you and your honor." She smirked down at him.  She knew her challenge would inspire a robust counterattack, and she usually enjoyed the verbal sparing matches that followed such provocations. But while part of her wanted to maintain the rampart between them, something new wanted to besiege the walls; tearing them down once and for all. She told herself it was simply because it took too much effort to remain his antagonist, and the toil made her weary. Herself replied that it didn't know how exactly, but it would find a way to kick her butt if she didn't snap too. At that point she (and her 'personalities') realized that Commander K'Tan had succeeded in driving her crazy.

[X]

Joint Post by Jen, Just X and Feathers

The door swept open before Sevryll to reveal a tall, straight backed Vulcan male wearing a suitably impassive expression. "Thank you for coming, Commander," said the Captain as she met the taller officer's equally dark eyes. Tolok inclined his head, acknowledging both the invitation and the welcome with the one gesture. Aria came to her mother's side and recited the traditional greeting she had yet to deliver to any full-blooded Vulcan outside her immediate family. Parting the fingers of her right hand, the twelve-year-old daughter of Sevryll and Aeric James welcomed the Lieutenant Commander, "Peace and Long Life, Tolok." The Arabella's Chief Engineer, nodded respectfully as the Captain invited him in.

The quarters were filled with scent of the evening's meal: Kleetanta with forati sauce. Tolok had identified the aroma as soon as the door had opened, but it was only on entering the living space that he fully understood its strength. Turning back to Sevryll, he arched an eyebrow.

"My appologies, Captain. I did not realize that we were to eat so well today." Pausing, he surveyed the well laid table before him and the obviously freshly prepared components of the meal. "In my previous service in Starfleet, I grew accustomed to the universal preference for replicated food. Had I anticipated the nature of this evenings meal, I would have endeavoured to provide a contribution of my own."

Sevryll inclined her head. "Thank you, Commander. As guest-friend, I will accept your complement as your contribution."

A deep smile graced the face of Commander James as he exited the full service kitchen of the quarters, carrying several additions to the table. With their duty shift long ended, Aeric had manged to switch to more casual attire; a loose fitting green shirt was paired with black trousers. He gave a polite nod to their visitor as his eyes surveyed the dining area. The constant hum of starship life has been replaced by a soft instrumental piece crafted long ago, by El Aurian musicians, and soft candle light accented the ambiance of the room.

The attendance of their youngest children was common during their staff dinners, but a long duty shift had forced the late arrival of the Chief Engineer and the twins were now fast asleep.  Aria was permitted to join the adults for the chance to listen and participate in the more mature level of conversation, which she eagerly anticipated.

"Evening commander," the XO said as he added the additional serving trays to the table. "Thank you for joining us."

Briefly inclining his head again, the Vulcan male spoke impassively. "As I thank you for inviting me, Sir, and for the obvious effort you have expended in the preparations."

"Call me Aeric," the commander said as the door chimed for the second time. He gave polite smile to the engineer. "Seems like our final guest is here. Enter!"

Oryn, wearing a deep green coat with matching slacks, entered the large room and smiled to those gathered. While he would have preferred the accompaniment of a familiar face, the need for privacy overrode the need for personal comfort. This was not the first dinner with Vulcans that he had attended and if Donotra got her way, it wouldn't be the last. The blue eyes of the Romulan commander slowly moved over the faces of those already gathered. Oryn could not help but admire the strength that the Vulcan people displayed. His heart was still heavy with the Romulan losses, but he took comfort in knowing that the Vulcans had survived the destruction of their homeworld—his own people could draw inspiration from that fact.

"Good evening Captain and Commander. You have lovely quarters." He said then moved his gaze to the vulcanoid child. "I'm sorry, we haven't met before, I'm Oryn."

While Aria proudly made her own introduction, Tolok quietly regarded the Romulan. As he had observed in the more formal setting of the briefing room, Oryn carried himself well and it was clear to the Vulcan engineer that this was a man who was aware of the extent of his own authority...and his personality.

As Aria completed her greeting, Tolok spoke up, stepping forward to greet the Romulan. "Good evening, Commander Oryn. I trust that you are settling into your fleet liaison position aboard the Arabella?"

the Romulan nodded briefly, "I think I'm getting the feel for it. Unfortunately, the title will soon change along with the responsibilities that go with it. If I'm not mistaken, you're an engineer."

"I am. As I'm sure you're aware, I am the Arabella's Chief Engineer." It was a short answer and though presented in a polite conversational tone, cut across the conversation nevertheless. Having been introduced earlier in the day, the Vulcan saw little logic in wasting words re-stating that which was already known. "I have, however, only held this position since just before we left the ship yards. Prior to that time, she was under the care of another."

"A very concise explanation," Oryn chuckled at the answer. Despite having prior contacts with Vulcans, he still could not fathom how they would want to suppress or discard their emotions. If they were a people built on a foundation of logic, he wondered how they could dismiss the things that evolution had provided them with. "I have a feeling that this is going to be quite an interesting dinner. I'm going to assume that my Vulcan cousins are all vegetarian here."

Sevryll's responsive nod was so negligible, it scarcely disturbed a single lock of the sable hair that poured over her shoulders. "Your supposition is accurate, Commander, yet I did not fail to consider your palate as well. I have asked my husband to prepare a dish, specifically for you."

"If you would all take a seat at the table, we can converse over dinner." Aeric suggested.

[Jen]

Post 2 of 3 (Joint Post by Jen, JustX and Feathers)

Sevryll ambled to a side table and lifted a modest, clay teapot from its surface. The fabric of her traditional robes whispered softly as the hem brushed her ankles and the bell-shaped sleeves flowed with her lightsome movements. "Would anyone care for a cup of Theris-masu?" Asked the woman she poured the herself an herbal tea. The scarlet hue of the Vulcan beverage, pouring from the spout, perfectly complemented the crimson brocade of her attire. "I would," said Aria. The child's garments echoed that of her mother's, yet the bright sunrise wash of the silk fabric also paralleled her own exuberant personality.

"I would also find a cup most agreeable." Tolok stated graciously as he moved toward the table.

As Sevryll prepared a cup for Tolok and Aria, the young girl turned her attention to the Vulcan man who seated himself across from her. Aside from her grandfather, he was the only adult male, of her mother's species, that she had had the opportunity to converse with. There were so few Vulcans amongst the numerous crews her mother and father served with, and she wondered if this was Tolok's experience as well. The girl tried not to stare as she admired the glint of his keen eyes, the abrupt sweep of his dark brows and the stolid expression moored to his handsomely chiseled face. Her own expression remained serene as he met her stare...if for but an instant. As she looked away, the heat that burned her cheeks informed the girl that her weak attempt at impassiveness had failed miserably.

An instant later, Aria felt the gentle touch of her mother's hand upon her shoulder, and accepted the cup Sevryll presented to her. The Vulcan captain was never dogmatic in ensuring that her children followed the guidelines set forth by Surak. The principals known as 'Cthia' were meant to govern the chaotic emotions that otherwise prevented harmony amongst her people. Yet her children were not wholly Vulcan, and to disallow their El-Aurian/Nacine lineage, was to deny their distinctive natures. Of their three children, Aria was the only one who expressed an interest in practicing the Vulcan techniques. Sevryll was careful in her guidance of the girl—never overbearing—strictness would only discourage her daughter's attempts. When Sevryll noticed Aria's adolescent regard for the Chief Engineer she only meant to gently redirect her, with a touch that said 'relax'.

With her mother standing so close, Aria felt more confident and regained a bit of the stony composure she toiled to imitate. "Commander Tolok," she started in a voice that squeaked at the onset of the honorific, "do you have a family?"

Settling himself more comfortably, Tolok arranged the flow of his own robes so as not to impede his movement at table. In comparison with Sevryll, his clothing was subdued; dark greys and blues contrasting yet complimenting one another and highlighting his lean frame. In as far as his Vulcan heritage allowed, Tolok enjoyed the company of children and had looked forward to meeting those of his captain and first officer. Looking at the girl across the table, the commander noted the effort with which she wrestled for the appearance of control, and nodded his head slightly. "Indeed," he stated simply, "I am bonded to T'Laun and we have one son, Tavek. He is no longer a child, however, and I believe that he will soon leave his mother, on New Vulcan, to persue the goals he has set for himself." Glancing at Aeric as he spoke, Tolok continued. "I understand that you also have siblings. A brother and a sister I believe. I trust that they are well."

"They are, Sir," Aria managed with an even tone. "They should be sleeping, but I suspect they are playing quietly to prevent mother's notice. The twins can be rather sneaky at times." The slight arc of her gently tipped brow accompanied the emphasis of the word 'sneaky'.

Steepling his fingers, Tolok raised a brow as Aria spoke. "It is my experience that children are born most adept at being 'sneaky'", he observed. "It is a trait that some retain", his eyes flicked to Oryn, "and others seem to lose as they grow."

Oryn grinned at the mention of the word and the movement of the chief engineer's eyes. From where he was seated, it was obvious that sneaky was a trait that even adult Vulcans retained.

"Why is your wife not aboard?" Aria's question was an innocent one, her parents had rarely been separated from one another—opting to serve in Starfleet together rather than apart. But as soon as she asked the question, she remembered Surak's Rule of Silence; the code of privacy that all Vulcan's respected. Aria immediately regretted the directness of her question and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry Commander... I ask forgiveness for the intrusive query...I...did not intend to pry, Sir." Sevryll's eyes sparkled with a smile that failed to move a single muscle in her delicate face. The captain would never admit it to anyone other than Aria or Aeric, but she was quite proud of her daughter's attempts at Vulcan graciousness.

Tolok was unmoved by the query, accepting it for what it was, the innocent question of one who was neither child nor adult but entering the period of years caught between one and the other. Aria's mixed heritage was not on her side when it came to attaining full control, he thought, the ready display of emotion clear in her father's face as he looked around the room. "You are of course forgiven." He stated clearly, "for no offense was intended nor taken. Suffice it to say that T'Laun does not travel well, nor does she quickly wish to leave the home of what remains of our people."

Aeric smiled to himself as the conversation progressed, but could not help but notice the tragic commonality that each at the table shared. All were from species that lost their homeworlds and most of their people. All were members of endangered or nearly extinct species. When he looked around the table, his smile grew because, despite all of the odds, some of their individual people survived and with that the hopes of their respective peoples.

While Aeric could enjoy the meal with quiet introspection at the conversation, Oryn wasn't the type that enjoyed sitting in silent observation. He had done his research on the command staff of the fleet, but the couple before him fascinated him. Their entire family fascinated him. Oryn looked from the child to her parents and spoke, "If you don't mind me asking, how did a Vulcan and an El Aurian end up together? I mean given the relatively low numbers of the species in question, the odds had to be astronomical for just a random meeting."

Unsure of how to answer such an inquest, Sevryll pivoted her unaffected gaze to her husband.

Aeric's brow rose slightly at the question, "I don't think I've ever trying to figure the odds on the meeting, but we met at the academy and the rest is pretty much history."

Oryn smiled brighter, " Given that the galaxy has allowed two vulcanoid homeworlds to fall, I wonder if it is not a suggestion for change. Maybe the salvation in the vulcanoid species lies more with people like your daughter."

Aria fought to suppress the smile that surfaced on her face. She flicked her eyes to Tolok, hoping he had not witnessed her emotional slip.

Aeric shook his head. "The survival of our individual species might have came up as we courted, but we were bonded and started a family for love only. I don't believe the galaxy was pushing for us to meet solely to repopulate our species."

It was Sevryll's turn to arc a brow—the conversation was becoming a bit too personal—it was time for a segue. "I noticed, Commander Oryn, that you were enjoying the use of our holosuites earlier this evening. I hope the lateness of our invitation did not suspend any plans you had."

"Not at all. I've been a bit busier than I would have thought, but I'm honored by your invitation." The romulan responded as he inhaled the scents of the native dish. "If I'm honest about things, the time on your ship has been quite cathartic. We've lost a lot in the last few weeks, but being on a ship so full of life has helped."

Aria tucked a lock of hair behind one ear, revealing the slight point of the tip. "Do you have any children, Commander Oryn? Mother says there are Romulan children aboard the Arabella, but there hasn't been a favorable time with which to meet them."

[X]

Post 3 of 3. Joint Post by Jen, Just X, and Feathers

Oryn paused before taking a bite of food and laughed, "I'm a bit too young for kids myself, but I'm sure that the children here and on the station would enjoy your company. Do you also follow Surak and supress your emotions?"

Aria nodded, "I try," she said in a rattled tone that betrayed her.

Sevryll's reassurance held a soothing quality, "the undertaking can be quiet daunting, Aria, but you are doing well despite the obstacles you face."

"I've studied your supression methods and I've found them," Oryn paused looking for the word. "counterproductive. If the deity wanted me to be purged of all emotion, evolution would have agreed."

The Vulcan woman stepped into the challenge with the dexterity of a accomplished diplomat; it was one of many attributes that Sevryll inherited from her father, and it served her well as a Starfleet Captain. She nodded at Oryn's frank admission and carefully pondered her reply.  "Environments determine evolution, Commander. And, much like our former homeworld, our people seethed with savage eruptions. Surak's teachings can be compared to the cooling of magma—his guidlines allowed our violent culture to transform and mature...Cthia is not for everyone Commander Oryn, but for thousands of years it has given my people the means to transcend their tumultuous nature and discover the peace they once thought unobtainable."

Aeric nodded in agreement with his wife, "Sevryll has a point. I think beliefs are just as important to a culture as its place of birth. In the coming days, your people will need to decide which fragments of their past will be incorporated into their culture as they move forward."

Consideration blossomed on Oryn's face as he thought on the words offered by the captain and executive officer. While the vulcans took a more stoic path towards their future, the romulans embraced their passions, the remans thrived on their emotions, and the watrai originally chose a path of revenge. The romulan commander had used his clearance to find out as much as he could about the four children of Vulcan. While the followers of Surak had maintained the name of their shared ancestors, they were nothing like the old vulcan tribes. Despite the warning of emotions being the downfall of Vulcan, four races and several offshoots managed to find their place in the galaxy. Perhaps the future of the romulan people had more in common with the future of all vulcanoids. Oryn sampled the food before him as he thought on that future.

"You've given me a few things to think about," he said after a moment of introspection. "You also have a wonderful child. I'm going to assume that the other two are just as remarkable. Given the general population levels of your respective species, do you think that your being together is positive contribution to the future? Did you experience any fallout from your decision?"

While not the question that he wanted to ask, his own people had mixed views of hybrids in their society. Some of the children were welcomed and some were rejected. With the sudden change in their own population levels, he had to wonder where his own needs would take him. Oryn wasn't anxious to start a family, but the woman that currently occupied his thoughts was decidedly non-romulan and he did care for her. The path to the future had so many roads and it was his hope to find one that would allow him to do what was best for that future and himself.

Despite his supreme emotional control, Tolok's heart quickened at the question. Nothing was visible to the others in the room but he was unable to fool himself that he wasn't interested in the answer. As a member of what could only be described as 'a more conservative family' he had been raised with specific views on the subject of purity of blood and while he never blindly subscribed to the views of anyone, he was aware of the stark contrast between his own fully Vulcan family and that of the commander and captain.

Aeric thought on the questions between his own fork full of food before responding, "I've never really cared what others thought of my decisions. Early in our relationship, there were a disapproving glances, but I never set my personal course according to the judgment of others. And I haven't forgotten that if it wasn't for another hybrid, Spock, my children and perhaps even my wife and our engineer, Mr. Tolok, might not be here having this conversation. I'm proud of my children and I don't believe that there is anything or anyone in this universe, or the next, that would change that. We're all here for a reason and even if we can't see it now, the future will make those reasons clear when it needs to."

Sevryll did not add to her husband's statement, for he had adequately summarized her own view on the matter. She simply nodded in agreement and left it at that.

"What are your thoughts on the subject Mr. Tolok?", Oryn asked and turned his attention to the male vulcan.

Sitting back in his chair, Tolok neatly set down his utensils. Catching Sevryll's eye, he spoke carefully, considering his response as he did so. "It would be inappropriate of me to venture an opinion on the marriage of our hosts...and my superior officers." Catching Aeric's quick smile at the hint of humour, the Vulcan paused to take a sip of his drink before continuing, "It would be true to say, however, that my parents were very clear in their feelings regarding the future of the Vulcan people and saw to it that I was bonded with one whom they saw as 'suitable'." Sevryll's face was unreadable as he looked again in her direction. "Had T'Luan and I not come to love one another of our own volition, however, I do not know whether our parents wishes alone would have been enough to ensure our union." Taking another drink, he focused on Oryn, "It is strange, is it not, that for a people who pride ourselves on logic and rational behaviour, feelings such as love still hold such sway in matters as important as our future."

This was new territory for Aria, she had never heard of such viewpoints among the Vulcans, and the knowledge of this fact made her heart heavy. The girl, was careful not to meet her mother's eyes for she could not bare to communicate the question she knew her gaze would express.

Through her bond with Aeric, Sevryll could feel their daughter's consternation and turned her attention to her. Outwardly, the Captain's invariable expression belied the emotion she pushed to the pit of her core. There had never been a need to discuss this topic with Aria before now, for Starfleet embraced diversity. Yet, Tolok's family experience had been Sevryll's as well and it was clear by Aria's reaction that the subject would require further discussion in private. The question Aria did not wish to ask her mother, pertained to the woman's acquaintance with such attitudes and her grandparents' position on the matter. It promised to be an awkward conversation, even for one as detached from emotion as Sevryll strove to be. Reluctantly, the Captain allowed her gaze to fall from Aria, as she sipped her tea.

Silence followed for a while as everyone returned to their food. Tolok sensed that Aria had become uncomfortable as the conversation progressed to her heritage, and thus tried to conclude it in such a way as not to cause further upset to the young girl. While adept at controlling his own emotions, his sense of the feelings of others was minimal to say the least. He hoped he had interpreted her slight facial expressions correctly.

"Aria," he said quietly, knowing full well that all could hear him, "I must question the logic of wasting your father's talents for food preparation in an Executive Officer's position. Do you not think the crew would be better served if he were to work in the mess kitchens?"

A fleeting smile graced the girl's face and just as quickly vanished, replaced once again by a rush of color to her cheeks. She flicked her eyes to Aeric before lowering them to examine her plate. "It is logical to acquire numerous skills. The procurement of such abilities makes one valuable as a crewman...at least..." She slowly lifted her eyes to meet the Chief Engineer's "...that is what father has told me."

"Which is Aria's way of suggesting more time flying the Aurora," her father replied with joy that was clearly detected in his voice. "But she's right. Over specialization often breeds weakness. Given our longevity, it only makes sense to have a working knowledge of the systems around us and that we use in our everyday lives. My only hope is that our children won't spend as much time dirtside as I did in the pursuit of degrees. There is too much universe and too little time to be amazed by all of its wonders."

Oryn carefully considered the XO and his comments. He could not help but compare his own upbringing to the family before him. If he ever became a parent, he would hope to have a relationship with his children like the captain and her husband. From what he saw of Aeric James, he had passions that would rival any Romulan's, but it seemed balanced by the logic of the captain. Both would make good additions to the Empire if he could find a means of convincing them to shift their allegiances.

[Jen]

Joint Post by Jen and Just X,

Life moved in hesitant steps aboard Quirinus Station, the only completed Elvreng class stardock. The crew of the massive station, a mix of Romulans and Federation personnel, attempted to provide welcome to the crews of the Seventh Fleet, the refugees, and visiting traders. With many of the key positions still needing to be filled, the day to day operations of the station had fallen upon her second officer, a Romulan from the old empire who maintained his loyalties and ties to the still missing Empress Donatra. Sub commander Torval had served under the empress before she claimed her title and eagerly accepted her proposal when she came to him over a year ago. Kind words not only convinced the aged engineer to come out of retirement, they convinced him of the honor to be had in such a epic endeavor.

She was a shining jewel of cooperation. Much of the ore used to construct the station had been provided by Romulan and Reman hands. Her energy systems were a combination of new zero point cores designed by the joint efforts of Federation and Watraii energy converters. Unlike past efforts of integration, Quirinus wasn't created through a hodgepodge of alien technologies. She was designed from the ground up to be a seamless bastion of the Empire.

Torval had watched as the majestic form of the NCC 98125, USS Arabella, gracefully came to rest within its port at the station, and now curiously observed her personnel cross the threshold of Quirinus through the docking ramp. They were an eclectic bunch, Andorians, Bolians, Trill, Bajorans, Terans, Orions and even a rare Vulcan or two. He had been a silent spectator of each of the Federation ships that docked at the station, and all had been just as interesting. Torval gave a curt nod to the human engineer, chief Daniels, currently manning the operations station. It was Daniels that had been tasked with making sure that each of the fleet ships were restocked after their transport of various refugees.

"I am Sub Commander Torval and I bid you welcome to Quirinus Station, the most advanced starbase in the quadrant. We wait in anticipation to meet with your command staff and Commander Oryn," Torval offered in Federation basic. Behind him, engineers monitored the Arabella as umbilical attached to the new arrival and began the standard refilling of the bio-matter stores that fueled the ship's replicators. Other automated systems linked with the ship's status systems in order to analyze the need for any repairs and the availability of replacement parts. "Please feel free to make use of the public recreation and consumer facilities on the promenade or the fleet recreation centers on deck 42."

While the station was fully operational, it was still undermanned and the Federation transfers from the fleet still needed the commander to sign off on them. Torval and his staff had readied the reports that Oryn would need for a smooth transition to his posting and a list of communications that would require the commander's swift response. Grand Nagus Rom, among many other notable figures, had made significant officers that would benefit the reconstruction of the empire, but they would have to be vetted and addressed by the incoming station commander. It was Torval's impression that many of these potential investments would greatly assist, not only maintaining the station, but also the resurrection of the empire.

[Shelby D]

Letting a awkward moment dominate the room for a second, "Nalah, if we could," finally Shelby gestured towards the sofa. "I arrived a little early today because I needed to speak to you."

"Yes, yes, I get it, I need to calm down and start acting like a proper..." Nalah started but Shelby interrupted her.

"No, this isn't really about that..."

"Oh," Nalah said, clearly surprised and put a bit on edge by Shelby's tone.

"I've been looking into something and I wanted to wait until I had something more substantial before I spoke with you about this matter...and finally I do." Shelby breathed evenly.

Nalah's sense of concern and anxiety heightened.

"It's about your Father, the Admiral and please hear me out before you say anything."

Nalah stood up from the sofa and began pacing the room.

"I don't think your Father was a traitor." There was a pause, "Let me rephrase that. I don't think it was his intention to be seen as a traitor."

"What else would you call defecting to the Federation?!" Nalah said. "He stole a ship and escaped across the Neutral Zone carrying sensitive military data he intended to turn over to Starfleet!" Nalah quoted the official history.

"The information which I have gotten would indicate that he did this to stop a war, or more correctly a war he thought was about to start."

Nalah stopped pacing and turned to face Shelby, her face a reflecting her confusion. "What war? There was no war."

"Precisely, there was none. It appears though that someone may have given him the impression of an emanate attack." Taking a breath Daelen watched the woman carefully.

Now Nalah looked thoroughly perplexed. "Romulus was preparing to attack the Federation?"

"I do not think so...look...what I am telling you is that your Father wasn't a traitor. From everything I have...well..." Shelby paced and tried to figure the best way to say this to her. "I know about the whole Romulan's for the Empire and all that but everything I see tells me that your Father, towards the end...was talking more about peace...not war....that might not have set well with certain people in the high command." Her eyes returned to the woman and she hoped that Nalah would see what she was trying to tell her. "Your Father had a wish that the Romulan people be more than just warmongers."

"But...," Nalah stammered, "but why defect? Why not stay and try and effect change?" She sat back down on her bed and looked at Shelby. "Why did he leave?" It was much a plea as a question.

With a soothing voice Daelen approached the revelation for the woman slowly.  "Listen to what you just said..why not stay and try to effect a change...think about it...you yourself railed against the Romulan senators on this ship because of the lack of interest in such a change..." Shelby hoped that the woman would see what she was implying to her. "I think it isn't a stretch to speculate that your Father may have felt the same way...as you"  letting what she had said sink in a moment, "I think he believed what he was doing was the right thing both for the Romulan people and for his newborn daughter..."

The frustration which had been etched on Nalah's face faded away. Her eye's, so often filled with anger and rage, looked more like those of a small girl, lost and confused. "For me?" she said, her voice a whisper. Her mind was spinning through the machinations which must have occurred to bring her father to this conclusion. Plot's upon plot's, lies upon lies, all orchestrated to force her father into an action he felt he must take.

"For you" Shelby said she wasn't getting the same impressions from the woman, she wasn't angry, "It wasn't the Romulan way but you should take pride in knowing that his actions did have a purpose. He did it because of the love he held for you."   

Nalah looked at Shelby and then down at the floor. Was it possible? Could her father actually have been tricked into defecting in an effort to stop a fictitious war? Was he a victim of the same High Command and Senate she had hated all her life? Had he done this out of love? The questions remained unasked, perhaps answers would come later. But now Nalah did something she hadn't done since she was a small girl being tormented by those around her.

Nalah Jarok began to cry.

[Meds]

Joint Post by Crystal and Meds

Shelby had checked various times on Nalah over the morning shift, the Romulan woman seemed to be taking the situation in hand quite well once the initial shock was over. They even exchanged a few conversations; it seemed that Nalah was starting to galvinized against her previous attitude towards the Senators on-board. She wanted to fight them on the turf that they had always had an upper hand in; a political venue. With so many of them gone  change was iinevitable and was obviously going to drastically alter the Romulan political landscape; like it or not. There was no better time
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Towards the end of her shift, Ensign Burne arrived with a padd containing a coded message from Starfleet for her as well as an invitation from Joseph to join him in the Afterburner. Then the newly arrived security officer took over the last bit of her time. After saying her good-byes to Nalah and reminding her that if she wanted to talk she could just call her. She departed.

Walking to her quarters Shelby read the information on the padd, twice, she had heard back on her solution to remedy the growing attraction that she held for the Chief. Entering her quarters she changed into something more comfortable, while she considered what she would say to the man. The last thing that Daelen wanted to do was cause a stir. Unless she engineered it herself, which in this case she hadn't. This situation though was peppered with landmines. She also hadn't seen it coming and she didn't know for sure how he felt but this wasn't a simple case of 'just jumping in and tell him'

Picking up the padd, she re-read the information, there was a Assistant Chief position on board the USS Anzio. She had been refered to the XO on that ship by one of her academy professors; this put her in the front running for the slot. Their previous assistant had been killed in an away mission and not barring any negative reports from D'Callan or her previous boss at the shipyards on her record; which there were not.  Everything would be set in motion. Telling D'Callan though was another thing all together.

Walking into the Afterburner, Shelby nodded to a few people she knew but her ultimate goal was a table that was placed slightly away from the crowds and off to one side near the window which overlooked Quirinus Station. Sitting at that table was Joe D'Callan whom, upon seeing her, looked relieved. This was accompanied by a warm half smile which she returned. Moving across the room to him she took the offered seat which D'Callan gestured to as he stood himself.

"Thank you for inviting me."

"My pleasure." D'Callan watched the woman, relief flooding him, as he pushed the file into his jacket. He'd been turning it in his hand while he waited; this was the time, he had quelled all his trepidations and he was confident. He could take this time to not only tell her how he felt but tell her that after a long search and a few favours he had found that her Mother; she was alive and he had arranged contact if she so desired. He had been looking forward to giving her the present over a relaxing drink. Glancing at the Aldebran Whiskey he lifted the bottle and gestured to a second glass. "It's real." Joesph said with a casual smirk.

"It's early.." she said with a smile, "but what the heck...I'm off duty and it's not like we don't have anything to celebrate." She glanced over at the station and she smiled. Having planned this out in her head, Joe's casual demeanor was throwing her off, still she just needed to do this. Seeing that Joseph had brought something of his own she smiled, this might make things easier. "Sure..." she said glancing briefly at the clear vessel which contained the vibrant green beverage in it. She wondered if he was just celebrating the arrival at the station or if there was more to this than that. 

Reaching out with his finger, Joseph drew the tumbler closer, he reached up and opened the whiskey and filled both their glasses. "I thought we should talk." he said as he slid the drink towards the woman. Then he set aside the decanter.

"Talk is good" Wrapping her hand around the glass, Shelby picked it up and sipped it. Within seconds she nearly coughed as the brutish drink burned its way to her belly. "I forgot how rough this stuff is..." Her gray expressive eyes flickering to his amused gaze.

"Careful," He said with a grin. This was working out quite well and Joe got the impression that it was just a matter of time before he would just tell her everything. After that they could figure out where to go from there.

No better time than the present, Shelby reminded herself. "Joe, I have really appreciated being here on the Arabella...." taking another sip, this time she just winched afterwards. "It has been a once in a lifetime chance. Trust me..."

Watching her Joseph took a sip of his drink he looked into her eyes "I agree, and it's a pleasure to have you here Shel" he put his glass down and looked out of the window to the space station which floated just across the span of space. "This ship is very much a close community and you've fit in well. I, professionally, am impressed with your performance."

Shelby took another sip of the warming liquid "and personally?" she ventured, diverting her eyes to the electric green liquid in her tumbler as she let the question slip. What was that for? She demanded of herself.

Joseph broke his star gazing to return his attention to the woman; was that a reddish tint just teasing her cheek bones? "Personally?" This exacerbated the situation and D'Callan wondered if she was wise to his feelings; scoffing at the possibility he grabbed the whiskey bottle. "Here have a top up" filling her square tumbler then topping up his own glass.

Smiling and thanking him, Shelby lifted the glass and drank a bit more, while she waited for his answer. What 'did' she want or expect from him? "My that was....well....inappropriate wasn't it..." Her rational berated her while she told herself that this was for the best.

Joseph tilted his head slightly "Right, well this stuff is pretty potent." the chief smirked. Why didn't he just tell here, she had given him an opening.

Watching the expression on his face, Shelby found herself engaged with the man, she was unable to look away and now she felting the dark crawl of guilt intruding again on her ability to speak to the man. She sighed and turned the glass, moving it in a circle as she regathered herself. "I've enjoyed being posted here and you've been a stand-up Chief."

Warming to her words, D'Callan relaxed. "What's going on?" He asked with a half smile.

Her eyes locked with his as if she had decided something and evenly she said. "I've tossed my name in for the position of Assistant Chief on the Anzio." Her eyes didn't drift away this time. "I think I have a good chance at getting it."

Joe just sat back for a moment staring at the woman and wondering why he hadn't seen this coming.

[Shelby D]

JP by Meds & Crystal


Compassion filled Shelby's eyes which the man clearly could see. Still that didn't take away the now internal struggle that Joe was experiencing, not to mention the fact that they were in a public place, he could say or do little about this. Had she planned this? He hammered down the urge to be spiteful towards her.

All that he said tonelessly was. "Why?"

"It's a promotion."

"I'll get you one." He countered unemotionally.

Shelby lowered her eyes, this wasn't going to be easy. "It's not that easy."

"I need my best people here and you're one of them." He said leaning forward.

"Dunn and Darius are both exceptional officers, " She said looking at him curiously, he didn't seem mad, as much as he appeared to be strongly determined to talk her out of this.

"Yes, they are...but....I suspect there is more to this. I might be calling a mistake here but maybe you're just trying to work out everything that you told me about the other day....you should consider remaining here for at least another few months; I can train you in that time."

"It's not that....Joe, I think I'm ready," Was there another reason he want her to stay? She thought to herself as her voice dropped to a more personal inflection.

There was a long pause between them before he spoke in a deeper tone, "Of course..." he was mystified by his own hesitations. He considered taking the file out of his jacket. He stopped short and left it in the pocket it was stashed in. "I've never had an easy time at these sorts of things, its a fault of mine"

Whispering, almost hesitant, Shelby locked eyes with him. "It's not a fault...." her eyes scanned the man; noting how his tunic molded to his chest, the way the muscles underneath moved. Was she picking up on an underlying nervousness coming from the man. "It means a lot to me that you want me to make sure that I am doing this for the right reason. That I won't regret this later." As she sat there she was getting a stronger sense that Joseph was conflicted about her announcement. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." Josephs stomache churned and in his mind ran just two words over and over again 'tell her' . He looked up and shifted in his seat and toyed with the plastic file inside his pocket. "Are you sure about this? I thought you were ready to start a life here. I mean it's...oh for heavens sake" he put more of the whisky in his and her glass and he took a big swig. "is there another reason why you want to leave for the station?" he looked around at the other people especially at a couple holding hands. He looked back at his companion.

Her hope that this might be easy was falling to the wayside. More and more chances for her to admit the truth about her feelings to him bombarded the conversation. "I just needed a change, isn't change good?" She asked tenderly.

Sitting across from her Joseph stared directly at her. "Only if you are changing for the right reason. Is the reason for wanting to leave just the ship or are you running because of me?"

A sudden loss of her breath nearly stunned Shelby as she echoed his words in her mind. 'are you running from me?' Before she could question him further, Joseph continued talking. He was speaking faster than before. Almost as if he was rushing what he wanted to say in his words.

"I think you aren't comfortable because you believe that you are not wanted. All these Romulan's have made you doubt yourself." He looked at her, part of him wanted to tell her about the file he had for her. The urge to tell her that she could have both a human life as well as a life that included the family sitting in that file was intense. His heart ran fast, sweat made his palms clammy and he opened his mouth, 'tell her, just  bloody well tell her' he started his sentence. "I just want to --"

Before he could continue, Dunn popped up out of no-where and approached the table "Hey Chief, Shelby." Then he then directed his comment to Daelen. "I heard you're of taking a promotion aboard the Anzio. Didn't take you long to get some extra pips or have you finally got that man you want ha ha"

Joseph's eyes narrowed as he took in the Lieutenant's words. He watched as Shelby look horrified for a moment, then she gave a weak smile; thanking him but also telling him that nothing was set in stone yet but his excitement overrode that; she just told him she would buy him a drink later over at the bar.

Dunn agreed and waved as he headed away and Joseph stood up removing his hand from his breast pocket.

"A change you say, or you found your man? Looks like all and sundry know about your settling down except me."

She was mortified, this wasn't what she had wanted this to be like, and on the surface she could understand why he might take stock in Dunn's words. She shook her head, she had never wanted to see the hurt in his eyes like she did now. It wasn't Dunn's fault it was hers; she should have told him herself long before now. "Joe, it's --"

Holding up a hand he stopped her. "Being your Chief I think I would have gotten a bit more respect. Nice, well, I wish you luck, cheers Ensign." Taking a step he headed for the door before he said more. Stopping for a moment he looked back at her.

"Joe - " Shelby hoped beyond hope he would let her explain further but before she could D'Callan reached inside his pocket as he stepped back to the table. Then he dropped a file onto the glass top table, near her drink.

"Here, this was meant to be a surprise, looks like we've both had one tonight"  he said in a cold voice as he turned and strode out of the bar. A mixture of feelings ran through him, he felt childish because he couldn't find the nerve to tell a woman he cared for that he wanted her.

He also felt embarrassed that one of his own security officers would request a transfer and that according to Dunn she had even found a partner and finally he also felt, shunned that everyone at the bar seemed to know of Shelby's plans except him.

Shelby wasn't stupid and as she reached out to pick up the file she could feel the thick, palpable tension between them. Like a thick fog, it lay heavy on her and it seemed the more she fought it the stronger it got.

Her eyes went to the door D'Callan had gone through. Then she returned to the small file in her hand, she noticed the small tag attached to it, on the front in hand written in calligraphy the words 'To Shelby, just so you know you are not alone' stood out. Swallowing hard she felt an icy chill running through her spine.

Walking to the bar she briefly to joined Dunn. purchasing the drink she had promised him, wrapping up quickly she excused herself and headed to a nearby conference room. Setting the file in the reader she opened it and began to read it; tears welled in her eyes. What had she done? Grabbing the file she left the room.

[wraith1701]

At the chime of his wrist chrono, K'Tan stood up from the breakfast table.  Tara and the young Romulan boy spared him a brief glance, then returned their attention to the traditional Earth breakfast. K'Tan paused to tousle the youth's shaggy black mop. "Looks like you're developing a taste for Earth food," he chuckled.

" 's Good!" the boy managed around a mouthful of French toast. 

K'Tan rested a calloused hand on Tara's shoulder.  "Thank you again for agreeing to watch him.  I promise I'll look into arranging for a nanny or something after my shift ends."

Tara stood, turning to drape her arms over K'Tan's shoulders. She leaned forward, her lips bare centimeters from his ear, and delivered a throaty, cinnamon  scented whisper. "Don't think this is charity, big guy.  I intend to make you repay me for my kindness this evening." Tara gave K'Tan's earlobe a playful nip, and he felt his pulse quicken in response.  A grin spread on his flushed face.

"What would I do without you," he replied.  "You really are an incredible woman, Ryla."

He froze, realizing his mistake the instant the words left his mouth.  His feverish hope that the slip had somehow gone unnoticed was shattered by Tara's sudden stiffness.  Her expression pale and drawn, she stepped back, her eyes seeming to look past K'Tan without seeing him. 

As if somehow sensing the shift in the room's mood, the Romulan boy paused in mid chew, glancing up expectantly at the couple. 

The awkward silence was broken by Tara's slow, steady inhale, followed by an equally drawn out exhalation.  "I just remembered; I promised to help calibrate the phasers, or something," she said calmly.  "I'm afraid I won't be able to watch the tyke after all." 

As she headed stiffly towards the exit, K'Tan grabbed for her arm.  "Wait; it isn't what you think!  Just an innocent verbal slip-"

"Don't. Touch. Me." Tara replied, her voice low but still somehow promising the threat of violence.  "You obviously have a lot on your mind.  Give me a call when you get it sorted out."

As the door hushed open at her approach, she paused to give K'Tan a parting glance.  "Who knows; If you do end up calling, I might even answer.  But don't count on it."

As the door closed behind Tara, K'Tan sank back into his chair, his forehead resting in his palm.  He let out a sigh, and turned to his young ward.  "I guess you'd better get cleaned up.  Looks like you'll be accompanying me to work today."

[Jen]

Joint Post by Moyer777 and Jen

...He thinks with the hair on his arms!

The Trill briskly stepped into the turbolift and turned to face the empty corridor. "Oh, pleeease," she said aloud to no one in particular. "Deck Five." Except for the rogue voice echoing in her mind, Doctor Drett was alone. What she was experiencing was known to happen from time to time, to some hosts. No one knew why or how it occurred, and it was difficult to determine whether they were fragments of random memories or an actual personalities drawn from the deep well that was the symbiont. Either way, it was a rare phenomena Ryla was beginning to find insufferable. It was like having your mother in your head, criticizing your every thought. She sighed and gazed up at the ceiling as the car began to descend. "Would you please leave me alone? Get out of my head."

While answering Lieutenant Commander K'Tan's medical emergency the night before, the terse bass started as a whisper that only she could hear, but had since become a domineering nag. She knew who it belonged to. Kabric Drett. He had been the first and only male Drett had joined with. The thirty-five-year-old died in a tragic fall as he scaled the Tenaran Ice Cliffs on the Trill Homeworld—not a particularly tranquil passing, which may have been the basis of his gruff nature.

There has to be something wrong with you.

"THERE IS. I suddenly have a voice in my head that's not my own and it has threatened to kick my posterior...which, by the way, is impossible. On top of that it relentlessly continues to harass me about ..." she stopped herself mid-sentence. Uttering the thought aloud would be an obvious admission of guilt. "Would you please get out of my head? Leave me alone. Your constant ranting kept me awake for most of the night. I'm exhausted."

The lift began to slow.

If I hadn't, you probably would have dreamed of him. Maybe you have a fever...

Ryla's guffaw accompanied a sarcastic roll of her hazel-brown eyes, "In case you haven't noticed, Kabric,  I'm a doctor. I think I would know if I was sick."

... If you don't like my diagnosis, perhaps you should seek a second opinion. Talk to the Counselor.

"GET OUT!" Ryla bellowed. Just as Ryla's explosive reply filled the car, the door opened to emit a new passenger. The woman in the corridor hesitated only a moment; her blue eyes blinked in confusion then narrowed. The towering, coffee-bronze officer then stepped inside and turned to face the door as it swept closed. "Deck Five", said Tara Stass with a obvious tightness in her voice.

Maybe we should ask his girlfriend what she thinks.

Ryla ignore Kubick's suggestion. "I'm sorry," she chuckled nervously. "I...I was talking to myself. I know it's crazy, but an empty turbolift is sometimes the best place to voice your frustrations." The Trill flashed a nervous smile, but when Tara failed to acknowledge her she pulled her eyes down. Ryla could feel the heat of the Lieutenant's scorn rising with every second that ticked by—her roiling air threatened to spontaneously combust, engulfing the Trill and the lift in a fiery plume of red hot anger. In silence, Ryla flicked her eyes from the security officer to the door, hoping that the lift would arrive at Deck Five sooner rather than later.

The lift slowed again and the door whisked open to reveal Counselor Margon. "Good morning ladies," he said cheerfully as he entered and positioned himself between the two women.

"Hello...." came Ryla's stiff reply.

"Hello, Counselor," said Stass in low murmur.

Margon smiled as he glanced to each of the women; neither of which were looking at him.

"Will you be going to the station gala, Ryla? The senior staff has been invited. Lieutenant Stass, will you be accompanying K'Tan?"

Tara grumbled something under her breath.

"I will," said the Trill. "Since we're allowed to bring a guest, I think I'll ask Galdar to come with me."

"Ah, excellent. I don't know Mr. Galdar very well, but he strikes me as partier, a bit short for dancing, but fun," said Margon.

Ryla's subconscious picked up on the current tone of the lift and chose a word to suit the present company, "he's a real riot."

Mercifully, the lift decelerated once more and the lift released its hostages. "This is my stop," said Ryla; the relief plain her her tone.

"Mine too," said Margon. "Have a good day, Lieutenant."

"You too Counselor." Said Tara, still refusing to acknowledge Ryla. The Bolian nodded to her with a smile and turned to walk with Ryla down the corridor to his office, which was just down the way from Sickbay.

"So," said Margon, "You two aren't speaking to each other.  What seems to be the problem?"

"I don't know..." He raised his blue brows at her. "Really, Counselor... I haven't a clue."

Go on, talk to him. Get your second opinion.

Ryla closed her eyes and felt her face tighten. "It's a long story, Counselor and I'm sure you have a few appointments lined up." They paused outside of Sickbay. Ryla could see Susan Caine talking with Ensign Daelene just inside the doors. Aside from the Ensign, and the two senators, the floor was empty.  She glanced to the Bolian and grimaced, "If you're not busy, I should probably talk to you...but not in the corridor. Someone will think I'm nuts if they overhear. Who knows, maybe I am. "

"I've got a few minutes Dr.  What's on your heart? Are you OK?  You seem a tad bit tired."  He smiled at her reassuringly.

She took a step towards the Infirmary doors and they parted for her, "Excuse me, Susan? I don't mean to interrupt you."

"Good morning, Doctor. Not at all."

"Hello. I'll be back in a few. If you need anything, the Counselor and I will be going over some charts in his office." The lie came easily, but it was necessary. She could not let her staff believe she needed counseling.

"Alright," said Susan with a broad smile.

Ryla then turned and walked the short distance with Margon to his office. "I hate K'Tan, Counselor." She said when the door closed behind them. "I hate him...and he hates me. We work together, and manage an air of civility, but our animosity began at the Academy; it's deep rooted. But... I don't want an enemy. It goes against who I am and..." She swallowed, disliking the thought of actually voicing the issue.

Margon stared into the Trill's eyes.  Something about them looked confused and unsure.  "Hate is a strong word Ryla. You many be frustrated perhaps... but hate?  I don't think so, otherwise you wouldn't be so conflicted.  You seem to care a great deal about what he thinks about you."

She frowned at that. "That's what I told Kabrick, Drett's second host. 'Hate' is a strong word... I dislike him. He's an arrogant, wool-headed, targ faced..." she sighed as she fell into a chair.

"How do you feel when you see Tara with him?" The counselor said in a low tone.  He was looking for a reaction.

"I don't like him, remember? I don't c..." She grumbled to a stop.

"Was Kabrick male or female?" the counselor asked.

"Male... Why?"

"He's protecting you" Margon stated. "No one will ever be good enough for you in his eyes.  From what I understand it's extremely rare to be in contact with your former hosts."


"Yes...it usually involves a Rite of Emergence. But sometimes a random thought trickles in that seems to have some sentience. In this case, there's no doubt. But then again, it's also highly possible I'm just plain crazy."

"You are not crazy Ryla, you have deep feelings but you aren't letting yourself explore them."  Margon looked at her kindly, but he had seen this before.  As a counselor he was constantly bombarded with such extreme emotions.  He had come to find that they were only smoke screens to something deeper, something more subtle. "What would you say if I were to tell you that I think you are really quite fond of K'Tan? In my opinion the reason you're flustered is because you want to impress him but have failed to do so."  It was a hard line to say, but Margon hoped it would shake loose the justifications going on in Ryla's heart.

"IMPRESS HIM?" She tried to laugh at the suggestion but her smile shrank to a smirk and she folded her arms over her chest. "Counselor, I can't think of one instance where I've ever tried to impress him."

"Sometimes we hate things so we don't have to deal with them."  He said cautiously.

"Well, there's a reason why I do. A good one. It happened a long time ago and he won't let go of it. But..." she finally met his gaze. "It's a lot of work to be his antagonist."

"Then try being his friend."  He looked at her and smiled.

"I know that seems like a lot of work, but I have a feeling you can handle that"

"Half of me wishes you would have just declared me insane, Counselor... no, that half isn't Kabrick. By the way, he says 'hi'."

"I'm not talking to him right now, I'm talking to you, and you are not insane.  Is there something you can be treated with to quiet Kabrick?  I don't believe he is a good influence for you right now"  Margon was patient but firm.

"I'm not sure. If this was due to a Rite of Emergence, I would know what to do...but it's not. Maybe I'll try to confront him that way, see if I can convince him to go away."

"Well, you need to be true to yourself Ryla.  Perhaps a peace offering to K'tan would be in order.  It wouldn't hurt to try one more time, you never know what you may find.  It may be more pleasent than you realize."  he grinned again.

"Thank you for letting me vent, Margon." She stood, "I appreciate your time."
 
"That is what I'm here for Dr., and don't worry, your secret is safe with me.  The paperwork seems to be in order" he winked.


"Thank you." She laughed. "Will you be bringing Brex to the gala on the station?"

"Oh yes," said Margon, "He is looking forward to a certain young lady friend of his being there. Now if I could get him to take that sonic shower before we leave, teenagers!"

"I have a feeling that he'll want to smell nice for the girl he's looking forward to seeing there. You won't have to worry about him taking a shower. I look forward to seeing you there. We should do lunch sometime... are you free today? We could grab a quick bite at the Afterburner."

"I would like that." said the Bolian.

"Great. I'll see you then," She said as she whisked out the doors.