"Inner Thoughts and Outer Expressions"

[Avery Tynte 0]

The door shooshed open and Avery walked into his quarters, tossing his phaser onto the bed. To be specific, it was not a true phaser, but rather the kind used in the game of Velocity. He had had that phaser since he was a kid aboard the USS Socoa, one of his mother’s postings. He had just come from the holodeck after a rather intense game of Velocity with Kestra. He hated to admit it, but he was beat. Kes was the best player he had met since his first year in the Academy. He smiled a bit, remembering back to those days, and his old practice partner, Pa’yla. They had been close, but space is vast and she had been assigned to the USS Lamia.

 

Avery stripped off the top shirt of his uniform and lay it aside to be washed later. He stopped at the mirror on the left wall of his quarters. Pulling a small box out of a drawer, he placed his two pips inside. Two he thought, and smiled. Captain Moose had recently “raised Avery’s pay” as he had put it, and promoted him to Lieutenant, Junior Grade. He could not wait to tell his mother, though with her connections in Starfleet, she probably already knew.

 

As he walked into the bathroom part of his quarters, he stripped off the rest of his uniform, tossing his blue undershirt on top of his overshirt. He stepped into the sonic shower, and leaned against the wall as he let it vaporize all the grime and such from his body. When he stepped out, he felt like a new person. Avery loved the sonic showers, the feeling that every bit of dirt and filth had been cleansed.

 

Pulling on more casual clothes, a loose fitting ivory white button up shirt and a pair of loose fitting khaki pants that were long enough to drag on the floor, he walked back into the main part of his quarters. He left the top three buttons of the shirt undone, something he never did in public.

 

As he walked towards the replicator, his thoughts turned to recent events aboard the ship. Starbase 143 seemed like a distant memory. Since then he had met most of the crew, traded blows with Commander Dacotah, witnessed Andrea and Nemesis reach their boiling point, and helped to develop the cure to an alien virus. And those are just the big events Avery thought to himself with a slight sigh. “Juta Tea,” Avery said to the replicator. The drink materialized in a small champagne glass.

 

Taking the beverage Avery walked to the right side of the bed and knelt down to a case about ¾ of a meter long. Taking a sip from his glass, he then laid it to one side. Popping the latches of the case Avery removed the instrument inside. Sitting on the bed, Avery took the bow of the Violin in one hand, shaking his hand as he did so to move the sleeve of his shirt off his wrist.

 

“Computer, access my personal musical data base.”

 

“Database accessed.”

 

“Locate file Tynte-122.”

 

“File located”

 

“Begin playback.” Avery said, he closed his eyes and touched the bow to the strings. As the music filled the room, Avery began to play, with a slow tempo at first. As he played, again his thoughts drifted to recent events. He had met many people, but one who stood out was Lieutenant Miral, or Kes as she preferred to be called. The pace of the music increased slightly. She seemed friendly enough, though Avery sensed there was more things on her mind then she was expressing. All in good time, Avery told himself, you have to let people confide of their own accord. Do not pry. This was something he was constantly telling himself. A side effect of his work…he tried to save everyone.

 

Deciding to let that issue rest, his thoughts drifted to more work related things. It had been a busy time aboard the Arcadia and Avery had been thrust into the thick of it. First was the possession of the Captain and Commander. Avery’s jaw still did not feel the same since Dacotah had landed her left hook.

 

Then came the Revins. Moose and Dacotah’s little stunt left the ship drained, and the Revins were the nearest species that could offer relief. Thus had begun the odyssey that led Avery to where he was now. Sitting in this room, playing this violin, and trying understand what had happened.

 

Kestra had shown him a problem with the gel packs. Avery then discovered that this problem was infact a virus, brought onboard by a Revin intruder. It was discovered by the medical staff that this virus could only be counter-acted by antibodies and the like in Ensign Nemesis’ blood. The tempo increased again, this time greatly. Tensions had run high between the medical staff and Nemesis, culminating in one large argument in Sickbay. As he watched, Lt. Commander Andrea Knlwtchr had “gone ballistic” for lack of a better term. Watching the event unfold in Sickbay, Avery was left to wonder if the events were simply brought on by the stress the virus brought in later stages, or if maybe –and this was the thought that worried him more then a little- maybe he had been watching games of pride and ego play out before his eyes.

 

The music reached it’s crescendo, and Avery played the last note, bringing the bow across the strings and then all the way to rest at his right side. He laid the violin across his lap and opened his eyes. In the end, all had worked out for the best. And Avery knew these were good people. Even if the later of his thoughts were to be correct, pride and ego stood little chance against the bonds he knew existed here. Avery found solace in that thought and allowed a thin smile to cross his face.

 

“Computer,” he said as he brought the bow to rest against the strings once more. “Again.”

[Avery Tynte 0]

Correction to post desricption. SD 20601.2 Not 20612.2