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Homecoming Jylliene and Nijil Time is a capricious thread weaving events, emotions, and memories together into our lives. Without it, life is non-existent, a needed dimension among many. Most lifeforms are born, live for a time, then perish all within a single life. You are, well...you for it all. No second life. Not so for Nijil Korjata. Through no fault of his own, his life switched with another over forty times. Each of those transformations left him with a murky, but vivid dream each time he woke from his journey. All except the last time. It was not enough to keep him sedated to suppress the truth from him. Technology broke down, leaving him stranded in space and time. The repairs were beyond the scope of the other person pulling the strings from so far away. Eventually, it was technology restoring his mind to his body, but not without a cost. While only days past on Aegis as many departments tackled the problem nearly seventeen months passed with the Yith. To survive Nijil needed to assume another life, or more pointedly, align his mind with his new body. The walk to the door to his home on Aegis went silently as every step from sickbay had to be measured. His companion on the other side, Muuhi, told him as much, but he knew from his arrival months ago walking as someone else was a learned skill. Nijil stopped short of colliding with the door before placing his hand on the threshold. He pressed his finger on the panel to release the lock. The door slid open with the familiar hiss, but its absence from his experience over the months startled him. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh as he entered his abode for the first time in so long. "It feels larger, are au sure these are the same quarters?" Nijil queried while he stood in the center of the main room. Moments later he realized they could not have moved everything in the span of a few days and place it back like it was before. "Wait, it's just me." Before him was the couch. He spent many a night relaxing upon it and it was the one object he missed while away. As be sat he thought it funny he moved from one comfort of a biobed to another of this couch. "Jylliene." Nijil spoke, neither a question nor a statement. “Nijil. Good to have you back home,” she responded with a smile. The Rihan let out a long sigh. "I have so much to tell you." He looked up at her with a look of a puppy having done something bad. "So much as happened." She gestured toward the couch. “Then we’d best start catching up.” Nijil nodded, then dropped to the couch. It felt very familiar, the cushions feeling worn just like he remembered. He glided his fingers against the stitching, letting the sensation jog his memory of the mundane. Moments of silence passed, then Nijil laughed softly. "Almost seventeen months and only days here. She warned me of a miscalculation. The time differential was over fourteen hundred years and the Federation did not have a temporal discriminator sensitive enough to get the number just right. Muuhi and I eventually figured out what happened to the generator, but it was taking us a very long time to repair it." He stopped. "Do we have any serline water?" “If that’s one of their drinks, it’s possible Prani programmed it into our replicator,” Jyl replied, and inquired at the machine, which chirped and produced a glass of … some kind of water, anyhow. She took it to Nijil. He took it with a bit of gusto and drank half of it right away. His eyes closed in response to the bubbles in the drink and the sweet tingle at the end warmed his smile. "I drank this every day after she introduced it to me, after a particularly long repair analysis session." “What was it like there?” she asked, sitting beside him. Nijil stared at the table where he rested his glass. "It is a remote lab a couple of light-years from the Yith homeworld. It was a bit cold and dark. Just like my dreams, though they really were memories. They like the color red, the remote lab painted in it from floor to ceiling. The work there was potentially dangerous, so they were the only two there. Most of all though, it was quiet." He smiled warmly. "It was creepy, at first, but I had a good friend during my stay. So, how was Prani?" “She was fine - apologetic, pleasant. She seemed to enjoy having a daughter around. But of course, she was only here for a few days. Annisha played music for her. Their music.” Jylliene wasn’t sure what else to say. She shrugged and added, “She seemed nice.” Something finally registered with her, and she asked, “Those dreams of yours, where you felt like you were seeing through someone else’s eyes - those were all times she switched with you?” "Yes, they tried their best to adjust to my schedule and they were spot on most of the time. Muuhi kept me relaxed on the bed before the generator's capacitor powered up to full. Kept me company for long hours talking about themselves. I guess they did not want to alter my life much while they were hunting for information about their people. That did not work out." “No, no it didn’t.” Nijil reached out and held her hand. "Don't get me wrong. I could not have been better treated, even if it was with her friend nearly all of the time. I think I went through all the stages of grief in a matter of a few months. Not a day went by I did not think of you and Annisha, but...the days did get easier." He teared up a bit. "There were many nights I thought I should just let everything go. Aegis, Annisha, and my e'lev. I am sorry." “You were trying to get by - you had to consider the chance that you wouldn’t make it back.” She smiled and squeezed his hand. "Yes, I even investigated acquiring a cryogenic pod, stealing a ship, then racing here to await and awakening. How does one do that over the centuries? Besides, I'd be in Prani's body. A tall, lean cat-like woman living in this room with such short ceilings?" “Well, we could move quarters. I’m glad the switch worked instead, though.” She grinned at him. "Yes, but I could leap into the air. Even I was agile, once I learned to not fall over. The Yith walk on their toes with very powerful legs." His eyes widened as he remembered something. "Wait...let me get a PADD." Nijil leap from the couch to grab a device off the table. He then sat back down, nearly bouncing his mate off the cushions. "Watch this," he said, starting to sketch out something on the larger PADD screen. After a minute of silence and a lot of strokes, he presented his work. A rather detailed cross-hatch of herself, white lines on a black background, appeared on the PADD. "What do you think?" “That’s incredible, Nijil,” she replied, examining the likeness. “You learned this while you were there, too?” "No, not at all, but I think I know what happened. Given the ability to switch minds I bet she could implant a memory or two." He smiled. "She wanted to give me something for my birthday, even though it would not happen for generations." He then chuckled. "I think this is the best way for me to remember my experiences." He paused, saving the image on the PADD. "So, no jokes about me being a woman? Can't wait to get a ribbing from my staff." “Not right now. Rather glad just to know you’re back.” She leaned against him and sighed contentedly.
Family Matters Jylliene, Annisha, and Prani No matter if you were a Rihan or a Yith from a long time ago, keeping a space station running takes a lot of effort. Thousands of people depend on a smoothly operating set of systems to protect them from without and from within. Prani knew these responsibilities, but until she had to practice them for a few days she did not understand the scope. Keeping the station going was more about putting the right people in the right places than about the technology. Even this comes to a temporary end, at least until the next shift. The day in engineering came to a close and Prani made her way home. Nijil's home. Prani stood at the door, but was it the right door? Aegis must have thousands of doors, all looking exactly alike. The computer helped her get there, but until she tried to get in she just did not know. She scrunched her forehead as she read the alien script, the level, and room number. Sighing, she rang the chime. Nothing happened. No one came. The door hissed open. "Father?" Prani looked down. "Oh, hello there," she said with a grin. A short Rihan girl stood at the threshold, her hands on her hips. "I thought the father just walked in. Au okay?" Annisha asked, her eyes piercing through her father's confusion. She moved aside to let him in. "I, err, it's been a long day and I just did not want to walk in on the wrong family." "Making house calls father?" She joked, skipping back to her desk. Papers were scattered all over its surface. Pencils and pens standing in a tall cup. Annisha sat back down and continued her sketches. Prani walked over to see what mess she made on the pages but was pleasantly surprised. Annisha looked up. "What do au think?" A drawing of a tall feline-like creature stood over what looked like herself. "Those people from the loud music all over the station, remember?" "Yes, it's a Yith." Prani said, turning her head to see the skewed picture. For some reason, everyone was leaning to the right. "Yith? They never said who they were. How do au know?" "I, well, new research, people listening...clues." Prani stumbled over her answer." Annisha gave her father a 'what au talking about' look. "Yith it is. Au know what that means in Rihan?" Prani shook her head. Annisha stood up and her father bend down to her. The girl whispered into her father's ear. Prani's mouth was agape, and she understood and why the girl did not say it out loud. Before Prani could think more about what her people's name means in the Rihan language, a sound came from another room. “Finally home?” Jylliene asked as she approached Prani. "Yes, they kept me busy today, meetings..arguments," Prani answered. She walked towards Jylliene to give her an embrace, not knowing if the couple did this sort of thing. Though it did feel somewhat strange, Jyll willingly hugged Prani, then turned to Annisha. “In the mood for anything specific for dinner?” "Oh," she exclaimed with mild forgetfulness. "I forgot to gather the ingredients to make a fresh dinner. At the outpost, err, I mean here I try to fix as much non-processed as I can." She looked Jylliene over. She likely had a long day as she did. Prani sat down at the kitchen table, trying to conjure up just the right meal. “We have the replicator for a reason. There’s no harm in using it for dinner now and then,” Jyll reassured. Annisha piped up. "Not like your cooking was bad. Say, how did au get so good all of the sudden father?" Prani turned to her. "Well, lots of lessons and classes at the holosuites...and my mother." “What are we in the mood for?” Jyll asked, cutting off the discussion in hopes of helping refocus attention away from Prani and the differences Annisha had noticed. "I read in the station's database," Prani said with a loud clap, "about a round flat dinner called pizza." “Sounds worthwhile.” Searching the term in the replicator’s menu, Jylliene related to the others the potential choices, with different sauces, meats, and vegetables. Prani went to the replicator and read the choices. "So many toppings. What are anchovies?" “Small strongly-flavored fish." Prani's mouth watered at the prospect of fish. She whispered into Jyll's ear. "Does Nijil like fish?" Jylliene nodded to Prani. “Anchovies it is. Let’s see...cheese, capers, and olives are all recommended with them.” She entered the order. *** Prani and Jylliene sat at the dinner table, a mostly eaten pizza lay in the middle. Annisha went to bed an hour ago after protests and yawns. Prani swirled the yellow liquid around in the clear glass in her hand. The bottle the liquid came from was almost empty. "Say, what is that stuff in the bottle again? It's making me feel funn, funnier." “Wine. Typically I would have had a bit more, but with the baby, I didn’t want to have more than a half glass or so.” Prani looked shocked. "Oh no, I've poisoned this body. I am so sorry. Will it recover?" She asked with an unsteady grin. Jyll chuckled. “He’ll be fine. Do the Yith not have any intoxicants they ingest?” "Oh we do, but alcohol really works us over." She held up the bottle. "This would have put me out for many hours, hic, and still might." “Well, you have Nijil’s physiology right now, not your own, and you can see he doesn’t react that dissimilarly. You’ll sleep pretty solidly.” "Oh oh oh, I, uhm...that reminds me. Annisha, and what a doll she is. She asked me if I was sleeping on the couch again and thought I was in trouble last night." Prani contemplated how to ask her next question. "She's a smart girl and I don't want to give her a reason to suspect anything, but perhaps I could sleep on the floor in your room, or on a bunch of pillows?" “Prani, you’re fine. I want you as well-rested as possible. For your sake and Nijil’s. Unless you’d prefer the floor.” "Oh, that's good news. I would love my own bed. It's a big round affair that would not fit through the door." She gestured with her hands just how round it was. "Oh, these arms are too small. You know you are all short...to me." She shrugged. “I imagine that’s why your bed is larger, then. I can see about getting something set up in here, but the more permanent changes we make, the more Annisha will suspect.” "Tell her it's for the baby. What baby does not have a bed two meters in diameter?" “It’s more customary for an infant to have one that’s perhaps one meter long by a half-meter or so in width, though it does vary. There can be even smaller ones, but the baby would outgrow it much faster.” Prani looked a mixture of happy and sad. "Oh, the baby. How far along are you? I don't know the gestation period for you." “About seven weeks now. Gestation is between 35 and 45 weeks; it’s a bit tricky to know for certain with a mixed-species pregnancy. Probably close to 38, though.” Prani started to tear up. "I will promise to get Nijl back well before then. He should not miss the first child's birth. You being supportive, and me being in his body, helps a lot." She took a final drink from her glass. "I had expected to be put in some kind of holding after revealing what happened." She looked at the glass. "Aww. no more drinky." “Come on. Sleepy time,” Jylliene said with a chuckle. “We could both use a good night’s sleep.” Prani nodded intently and started to get up out of her chair. "Oh my," and fell with a thud to the floor.