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  1. Lost Bloodlines From her vantage on the midway’s second level, Amanda could see two Romulan adults with a young girl who looked very much like Annisha, the Romulan child she had seen with Nijil. The captain was adamant about keeping the children safe, and, lack of parenthood experience aside, it seemed like an enormous task. Still, she would do her best. Annisha seemed preoccupied with her amulet, so Amanda gave her a quick smile and turned to the two adults. “Hello,” she said, nodding in customary Romulan greeting. “I am Amanda Davis, Counselor in residence for the station. Are you Annisha’s adoptive parents?” The as-yet parents looked at each other. “Yes,” the tall male spoke first. “I am Jolar and this is my mate T’Nari.” Both nodded simultaneously. The woman watched Amanda carefully, shifting her glance to Annisha. Jolar continued. “Background checks and other administrative matters delay the adoption, but so is the way of bureaucracy. It is so sad to see so many children left parentless after the Great Fire. T’Nari is unable to have children, so this is our only route. Have you known Annisha long?” “No, not long,” Amanda replied, “but I have watched her quite a bit. She’s very bright, you know. Very capable. I do hope you have plans to further her education in that regard.” Jolar nodded in agreement. “There are indeed good sources of education in the A’Tari system. The fourth planet has a rich agricultural base, but there are others avenues for her to learn as well. I am trained in administration and my mate has background in finance.” He turned and gave a slight smile to her, then turned back to Amanda. “She has lost months of study as it is, so the sooner the papers go through the sooner she can grow.” “Oh, I certainly agree,” said Amanda. “Unfortunately the holdup comes with the horrible devastation of your home world. My deepest condolences.” She paused briefly. “Along with the tremendous loss of life came the loss of records, of course. We are doing our best to get that all sorted out. I hope you understand.” “We both thank you for the words. The loss of life and home is truly regrettable.” Jolar searched for his own words. “I don’t know a single Romulan who did not lose someone or something of value to them. While we are not as passionate as Cardassians in our record keeping, backups are scattered across the colonies. It should be only a matter of time before loose ends, as humans say, get tied up.” T’Nari remained silent, her attention now towards Annisha. She studied her movements and mannerisms. “Our transport will be here in a few days. We are hopeful that within that time all can be finalized.” Jolar smiled once more. His smile seemed genuine enough, but for a moment Amanda’s attention was drawn briefly to Annisha, still toying with the amulet. “I’m sure you are excited to get a child, T’Nari. It will be so wonderful for your house.” “Our house will indeed benefit from her addition,” a silent T’Nari spoke. She bent down and urged Annisha to come over. “When we saw this rare element of a child without a home how could we not consider her. Intelligent, active, and those hazel eyes.” She seemed to be tearing up. Jolar placed a hand on her shoulder and muttered something. The Romulan woman turned and nodded at him. “I’m so sorry, T’Nari. I didn’t mean to upset you. Yes, she is a beautiful child and I’m sure you will be a wonderful mother.” “Yes, and thank you. Jolar says we need to head back to our quarters. If you will excuse us.” She turned to Annisha and gave her a hug. “Hold on tight to the amulet; it’s been in my family for a long time.” T’Nari kissed Annisha farewell then stood alongside her mate. “Jolan tru Amanda Davis,” said Jolar. “Jolan tru, Jolar and T’Nari.” Amanda watched them leave, then turned toward the small hand that suddenly clung to her skirt. “They seem wonderful parents, Annisha. I imagine you’re quite excited.” Annisha looked up. “Well, they told me of their home and all of the kids there. Lots of farming. My Nijil said his mother and father were farmers.” She twirled the amulet in her hand. “Waiting is the hardest part.” “Oh, yes. Waiting certainly is the hardest part. And you know what the hardest thing to wait for is?” Amanda’s eyes danced with excitement as she crouched to Annisha’s level. “What?” “Ice cream, of course! Oh, I can never wait for ice cream! Vanilla and strawberry, and especially chocolate. And I believe it’s just about that time to have some, Annisha, don’t you?” Annisha was already jumping up and down. “Oh oh, yes please.” She kept her gaze firmly on Amanda. “Where is it?” “Well, what luck! It’s right over here. Come on.” Hand in hand, within minutes they were seated at the latest midway addition, Kimbal’s Ice Cream Parlor, a replica of the old earth ice cream parlors of the early 20th century, complete with marble bar and soda fountain. Soon they had their favorite cherry-topped chocolate sundaes in tall, fluted glass dishes before them, long spoons in their hands and whipped cream adorning their lips. Half way down the dish their eagerness subsided, each taking a little more time between spoonfuls, which gave Amanda an opening to casually ask some important probing questions. “Annisha, what do you think of your new parents?” “They are nice. She is always bending down to talk to me. My new mom asks a lot of questions.” Annisha swallowed another bite. “He’s very quiet. Still nice.” “Do you believe they’ll be a good replacement for your real parents?” “Well, no, but they are all I have.” “I imagine your real parents were wonderful people.” Amanda licked her spoon casually as she waited for Annisha’s reaction. “Yes, they took me all over ch’Rihan. Parks, zoos, musty museums...lots of places. A whole lot of walking.” Annisha pushed her spoon deeper into the sundae, half of the utensil now buried. “Really? So did my parents did when I was your age.” She took another spoonful, savoring it immensely. “We went to the natural history museums - which were my favorite - and to the art museums, adorned with absolutely gorgeous paintings. Those were my mother’s favorites. What were your favorite places?” “Well...there’s a zoo at the capital with only birds in it. A large dome.” Annisha motioned with her hands. “Tiny birds, walking birds, birds of prey.... There are even birds you can ride if you are small enough.” She smiled broadly. “I was always small enough to ride them. Oh, I liked the places with the painted pictures. Some of them were scary. Monsters or people killing monsters.” Amanda shivered in feigned anxiety, picking at her sundae. “Oh, I remember some of those, too. And have your new parents said anything about going to museums and other places? Have they told you anything about your new home?” “Nomm,” Annisha said with a mouth full of cold ice cream. “Only a nice quiet home, kids in town, farms as far as the eye can see.” She cocked her head to the side and thought for a moment. “I don’t think much else. Just how much they look forward to getting me there.” “... and your new school,” Amanda added enthusiastically. “I’m sure they’re excited about getting you into your new school.” “I guess. They said there’s a school there. It’s been fun not going to school, but I miss my friends.” Annisha stared into her remaining treat while licking the remainder on her spoon. “Well, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of new ones,” said Amanda on a note of anticipation. “Finish up, now. Ms. Isha may come looking and get jealous that you’ve had ice cream and she hasn’t.” Annisha nodded with excitement and ate the rest of the sundae in no time. “Do you think my Nijil will get back before I have to go? He could not tell me where he was going.” “I certainly hope so, Annisha. I certainly hope so.”
  2. Galae Personnel File: Personal Data Name: Nijil tr’Korjata Gender: Male Age: Late 30’s Height: 1.75 m Weight: 69.4 kg Hair: Black, straight Eyes: Hazel Body Type: Average Place of Birth: ch'Rihan Joined: No Education History Both Nijil’s parents are farmers and as such he expected to follow in the family footsteps. That was until he met a childhood friend at the age of 10. Achel and Nigil were inseparable for over a decade, getting into trouble wherever they went. At the age of 16 the two of them ‘borrowed’ a damaged atmospheric shuttle from a scrap yard on the edge of town. After months of secrecy and a lot of other ‘borrowed’ parts the two of them completed repairs. Though his first choice was the Academy, it was the War College that accepted him into their engineering training. A fortunate accident of training schedules placed him in a more hands-on environment of support and smaller craft. He performed well on smaller vessels compared to larger systems of stations and warbirds. The main complaint of his instructors were his tendency to make exacting repairs rather than quick ones and talking back when he believed he was being wronged. Psychological Profile Seen as a competent officer in his engineering field. Tendency to remain in the background. Curious about other species in a decidedly non-Rihan manner. This was not tolerated while in the RES, but now that he’s attached to a Federation base this is a non-issue. The largest concern of his previous superiors was a inclination to divulge information too willingly. Commanders noting his skills simply kept him in the dark on matters of security. Upon receiving a commission to the Aehallh his outspokenness dropped off. A talk with his brother, already in the service of the Empire, is believed to be the reason. While he got along with fellow crew without incident, close friends proved fleeting. Observations upon his post to the Aegis revealed contact with a particular crew member of non-Rihan background. Other data suggests a different profile needs to be established looking forward. Galae Information RSE Aehallh, Third Engineer, all systems. Sky Harbor Aegis, First Assistant Engineer, small craft, all systems Medical Data An injury to his left hand on the RSE science vessel Aehallh Multiple concussions and other falling injuries Family Data Father: Niilan (farming, currently missing) Mother: Barissa (farming, currently missing) Sister: Jentela, 6 cycles older (teacher, currently pregnant and missing) Brother: Baroth, 10 cycles older (Last known location: patrolling the far edge of the Romulan empire)
  3. Lerakricks I once was considered a spy, All accusations merely a lie. The Khre'Riov mistook, She ruled with a hook, But never could give me the eye. There once was a girl from deep space. She had quite the uncommon-looking face. But when she yelled across the ship, And gave tr’Pexil much lip, His response only to give her chase. There once was a Daise in engineering, Her methods were quite domineering. To everyone she saw, They were simply a flaw. But tr’Pexil still found her endearing. --- Early History Those years ago, Between the cold metal, Even colder heart, I met...her. Heart, full of rage. The impudent engineer, Marching in. The newest and the best of her kind thought she. Thought of no one but her own, Own skills and down self. Show her I would, Stab her heart, Through the veins, start at the gut, Wine would be of the finest year, Quickest death. Sadly, my own weakness, Pulled me back from the brink of thine demise. I lacked conviction, Soul nor Body. Rather we left each other in anger. Our paths would diverge. Our paths would intertwine. You rose quickly in rank, Skills proved worthy. Deeds let me know things would change. Keeping pace a challenge. Try as I might you, Surpassed me, Bested me, Mocked me, Ignored me. I was well below reproach, Beneath you in skill. The pain proved hardening. My mood. My soul. Yours already crystallized by time and element, Water, air, earth, No, of fire. A cinder lay where you heart should be. Decency long departed. Was it ever there? Mystery with no answer. Time moves on, People too. Except for us, We remained together apart, Worked side by opposite side. I began to look up to you, All the while a cold gaze peered down on me. A desire of respect you stole from me, Not now, but years ago. My being crushed, Under your boot, Under your thumb. Others found her equally cruel, Silently they spoke of the rigid line, A line laid out by their Daise. Rigid, Ne’er to waver. Perfection the goal, Cost no object. An object did have cost: Her core, Herself, Her. Can’t Stop You live in my dreams While awake or in slumber For many a turn Beach Beach and the warm sun Violet treats melting quickly Thug spoils good time Shore Left Invitation sent Waiting on homeworld for not Stood up with no word Wanted My want was so bad, It became harder to think. From the shadows you had, Given me none to drink. Those many years I pined, For a love cold as ice. My advances only hers to rescind, Like a broken device. We two on the shuttle, I doubted my heart, Second thoughts nearly did scuttle, What felt like a fresh start. On the Talon finally did express, Though now our love seems a mess.
  4. A Fine Mess Joint log, Nijil and Jylliene Jylliene selected a cup of coffee and turned to look for a seat. There were none to be had. Half the ship must be here. The Bolian twins sat at the table with the best view. A Lieutenant from Cestus III started to get up...only to let someone else sit in his place. A hushed silence fell over the room as if at a wake rather than close to a meal hour. She was all but ready just to take her coffee back to her quarters. She glanced about to see if anyone looked ready to get up, but didn’t see...wait, a seat appeared to be free! It was off to one side and rather in a corner, but she did not care. She ran. Aegis’ newest engineer should have stopped at the fourth cup of caffeinated spice tea, but the replicator could create a nearly infinite amount. His nose was glued to the PADD in his hand. Could this be the good news he’d been searching for all this time? He frowned and looked up. He appeared only a meter away from the far wall. How no one was injured along his trek was unknown. Where was his seat? Whoever took it would be sitting among his other padds and notes. On elements! His notes. He panicked. Jylliene drank her coffee and glanced about her. Someone had left a sizable pile of PADDs about - oh dear. She doubted someone would leave their things behind, so somewhere in the room, someone was going to be heading this way and looking for their chair. She glanced about and spotted the Romulan engineer she had met on the bridge right about the time of the explosion. He looked...slightly agitated? She leapt up. Nijil looked about. Someone jumped up in his peripheral view, but they failed to catch his eye. Best to head to the center and pretend to be just arriving rather than showing everyone he’d lost his seat. He put his best try not to really be looking for my mess face on. He slowly walked ahead. Jylliene watched the man, a somewhat puzzled expression on her face. “Pardon me...Mr. tr'Korjata?” she called to him. “Ie?” He’d been caught with his PADDs down. She gestured toward the pile of PADDs, then to the chair. “Was this your seat?” She stepped back out of the way. Doing some kind of ancient Rihan run, panic and green-in-the-face ritual he arrived at his long lost table. Why was she here? Nodding in confirmation, “Ie.. I mean yes. These are my things. Notes,” Nijil began to see what she may have seen, “Engineering items...people I know.” He did not have the energy to ask her to go somewhere else. Actually there was no where else to go. “Perhaps we should share this table. It is quite busy now.” The Romulan took the opposite seat, shoving the PADDs into a neater pile, then placed his cup down. Jylliene smiled appreciatively. “Thank you,” she replied, and sat back down, cupping her mug in her hands. “You’ve been busy - the work of an engineer is never done, I imagine,” she added. “Na, it is not. I have to ask, did you see anything on these PADDs?” He looked a tad worried. “No,” she grinned, as she replied, “I only noted that I was surrounded by them. And only after rushing to claim a seat.” She thought about adding a mildly chastising remark about his leaving something he deemed sensitive unattended, but she had no idea if he’d take it in the teasing way she’d intend - so she let it drop. He exhaled in relief. “There are no state secrets here,” gesturing to the pile. “At least I don’t believe so.” Elements, was he actually nervous around this human with a strange pattern along the side of her face? “You have striking hair, Mr. tr’Korjata.” “Oh?” He feels his hair. Perhaps he combed it without remembering. No, it was in bad shape. “Oh.. My activities should not affect my appearance. I’m not sure how we’ll I’d do in Starfleet. It’s this cursed tea I’ve grown attached to.” He rubbed his eyes. “I meant it as a compliment, in a way. It reminds me of when my parents were buried deep in their work with a publication deadline. It reminds me a bit of home - and for that, I thank you.” Jylliene smiled at him again. “Home. Mine is gone on two fronts. These pictures and holo recording are all I have now.” She winced. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to cause further pain.” She wanted to go on, to apologize further, but she stopped there. She doubted she’d have anything she could say that would help at all. “It’s alright. Many Romulans have suffered and I understand our reputation in the alpha quadrant. Many would turn a blind eye toward our plight. My life is seemingly to become a member of Starfleet. If only my father could hear me say that. The Galae is in disarray, factionalized. Who would have thought.” Nijil takes a sip. “Oh, and our prospects of finding a new home has been reduced by one.” Jylliene nodded. “That was...quite an explosion. I don’t know if they’ll get it figured out or not - the cause - but I have to admit, I’m almost - *almost* glad it’s gone. It was driving me quite nearly mad watching them investigate when there was another planet waiting to be explored.” She sighed. “No matter now, regardless. Off to the next one, and let’s hope this one holds more promise than the previous ones.” “I hope so.” He picked up PADD with only a picture of a young-looking Romulan woman displayed. He laid it back on top of the pile. “Do you mind if I ask who is in the picture?” she asked tentatively. He gave her a look as he pondered her question. “It’s not a bondmate, but my sister. Three months with child.” This clearly soured his mood. His expression showed it. She frowned. “I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. She is very lovely.” “Yes. Don’t worry about the prying. I’ve not been a typical Romulan for some time. No one has asked. I think Captain Ramson is the only one I’ve spoken to for any length since I arrived. It was a strange experience at that.” Takes another drink. “I’ve had more time with her as my captain since arriving than under Captain Chirakis. I didn’t really expect to spend so much time on a starship after being assigned to a starbase,” Jylliene said. “Seems to be very comfortable in command of the Aegean.” This was definitely a bit of a test - she hoped the change in topic would relax him a bit. Well, as relaxed as she’d ever seen a Romulan, anyhow. Or it would make things worse. He stared at Jylliene right in the eyes. “She did something to me. Something I was not prepared for...a passing of information sprinkled with emotion and memories.” He thought for a moment. “I’ve heard of Vulcan’s and their mind melds, but this was something the war college did not teach us.” She suddenly reminded him of someone, probably a memory not his own. Jylliene nodded slightly, a bit surprised at first, until pieces starting coming together in her head - the verbalizer, a memory of a colleague of her mother’s - she’d have to look over the roster a little more closely; she hadn’t really spent much time except on learning about Captain Chirakis and Mr. Dabi. “This universe is not about me. So, what of you?” Nijil had no specific questions, but just curiosity. Jylliene pondered that. “Just a girl out to find herself. Well, not really. My parents were in academia, and I was set to follow in their footsteps. It wasn’t until I quit the preparations for being joined that I decided my path led elsewhere. In this case, to Starfleet. Thankfully, I think my parents are accepting of it -- even if perhaps they had envisioned a different destiny for me.” No bondmate to...tie you down? I’m not sure of the phrasing.” “Bondmate? Oh - oh, no - well, no, I have no bondmate, but that wasn’t what I was leaving. Have you not met a Trill before?” Jylliene replied, smiling. “Joining is being joined with a symbiont. I saw someone I knew well change completely after joining - the symbiont’s personality was perhaps a bit overpowering for him - and I wasn’t sure I really wanted that. That’s what I left.” “Sounds invasive if you pardon my outlook. All of this...” he spread his arms wide,”...is new to me.” “In that particular case, it was. In many, many cases, it isn’t. It’s a joining, not a conquest, if that makes sense? The host gains the memories of the symbiont and, yes, the personality can come through. That’s why there are preparations - to make as certain as possible that the match will be suitable. But - well, I just wasn’t ready to risk it.” “Sounds like you would gain a lifelong consciousness or friend...whatever it is Trill call it. The universe can be a cruel place alone.” She nodded. “You do. You’re never really quite alone. And that is both good, and bad.” Jylliene thought for a moment, and then added, “I suppose it is very similar to a bondmate.” He looked down at his nearly empty tea. “Over the past few months I would have sacrificed much to gain a friend, some ear to listen. My people are slowly breaking apart. My family is lost. It would be easier if I knew they were dead.” He looked up at at her cup. “Bah. I’m depressing the room.” “If I can be an ear for you sometime - anytime - I will.” She smiled slightly. “It would be appreciated. You still have not touched a quantum singularity yet,” he added. Jylliene laughed. “No, I haven’t.” She glanced up, and her eyes widened. “But I think perhaps next time - how long have we been here??” The room was empty, save for the cook, who was glancing their way impatiently. “What do you... where is everyone? What time.. oh my! I am late, or soon will be.” Nijil placed his head on the table. “Well, that won’t get you there any faster. Can I help you carry any of this?” “Yes, to my little hole-in-the-bulkhead of a room they gave me. I nearly have to sleep standing up.” Nijil began to stand and handed her a selection of PADDs. Jylliene accepted them as she stood, and prepared to follow. The doors opened upon their approach and closed just as silently behind them.