Reassurances and Maenak's Orders

[KhreRiovtRex 0]

A Joint Log by Khre'Riov L'haiy ira-Kallen t'Rexan and Daise'Khre'Riov Var'lon tr'Vatrix

 

It had been a few hours since tr’Vatrix had met with the Khiensa tr’Aieme, and his diagnosis for L’haiy was a bit unsettling to say the least. Some of his suggestions were a bit on the extreme side, and he did na have to agree with everything the man had suggested. He had only meant for her to see him to get some relief from her nightmares, but the Khiensa had misread the situation and had thought it performance review since tr’Vatrix had been the one to send her his way, knowing that he was her commanding officer, but na knowledge of the rest of their relationship.

 

Na, she did na seem to be so unstable, quite the opposite in fact, she had seemed quite relaxed in his presence so far, and on top of that, na only had she managed to reclaim her oira and ship after the incident and her revival, but had also gotten both it and herself home without further incident. Nor had she even killed anyone following her resurrection, which amazed him immensely, as he would na have had that restraint. He still felt he knew how to stop her nightmares, seeing as he knew who the focus of them was. Eliminate the threat, and eliminate the stress. He still shook with rage at how close he had come to doing just that to the engineer the other day hrrau his office.

 

He wanted L’haiy well, but did na want to have to subject her to injections of mind altering drugs to do so, much less any type of electroshock therapy either. It had pained him these past years, first seeing her after the loss of her hand, but the worst was when he had to watch her taking the lashes, and the errant strike that also put out her eye. It had taken all of his resolve na to take it upon himself to go after tr’Vren sitting there with his Tal’shiar cronies, or the elder Deihu N’Dak, but if she were able to bear it, so would he. Io day though, he would see that they would pay for what they had done to her. Yet hnah, she had a miraculously been healed by the nanogenes, and was whole again, at least physically, and he wanted to keep her that way. But hnah, they had to do something to get her well mentally.

 

Na, the kheinsa had mentioned that there were other methods to help her as well, but the best option he felt was basically the one where Maec suggested her spending time with someone close that she trusted. That was something that Var’lon at least he could see to himself, and would do so to help her. And though if he had his druthers, he’d prefer she retire and remain with him by the ocean, where he could protect her and keep her safe, but he knew that she could na. Na yet at least, because he knew she felt she needed to command that ship, to protect his interests as well. Technically, she was right, he as her superior officer, he did need her and her battle knowledge exactly where it was, on the Talon. It was a formidable ship, and would be more so with the weapons and shielding upgrades he had just authorized. Coupled with her ruthlessness in battle, and that crew of hers, they more often as not, came out shining in the end. Ok, he admitted to himself, barely shining, but enough to get by. Ie, there was a lot of tarnish as well, but that of a well worn machine. For some reason, they worked well together, well, less the mutineers of course. But it was for that reason, he had granted her wish before to keep the boy N’Dak, and again this time, to keep that Elements be damned engineer.

 

Na, he knew the day would come when she would tire of the fight, but he would na force her into giving up her command just yet. Though, he knew each time she left, he ached with the fear she would na return. She had always been a bit on the ‘wild and impetuous’ side, and to chain her to the ground and keep her from space; he knew the idea of never flying again would make her chafe and tear at her spirit. Where he thrilled in the battle of words and strategy and winning over the politicians, she would ache for the thrill of combat and the hunt. She had only had her duty these many years, and it was all she knew. He could na take that away from her too quickly least he hurt her. Na, the day would come, and they would spend their time walking quietly by the ocean together, but he would na push her until she was ready.

 

Var’lon sat in his office wrapping up the last of the small items that had come up during the day, and had been sent to him once it was known that he had came into the office after all. He looks at the stack of stuff that is still waiting for his attention and contemplates taking it home with him to work on. He had been distracted by thoughts of her all afternoon, and was getting na done anyway. Finally, he shakes his head and taps on the etrehh terminal, sending a message home and asking if dinner were ready and if t’Rexan had arrived back at the manor. After a few siuren’s wait, a return message indicates that the meal will be completed shortly, but that t’Rexan had na returned, causing him to frown with worry. He was sure the kheinsa’s report would na have sat well with her.

 

L’haiy paced around her quarters on the Talon, na exactly sure of what she had come here to set out to accomplish, other than to pack a few of her items for the week. But hnah, after her interview with tr’Aieme, she was concerned that perhaps she should be packing for more than a week. Once his report was given, she was na even sure that they'll ever let her come back up to the ship. She looks down at her civilian clothes wondering if that had been a bad omen, and perhaps she should have worn her uniform when she met with tr’Aieme instead. Moving around to the other side of the room and she sits down at her desk, looking around at the few personal items she kept there, debating if she should bring them now, or just send for them later.

 

Still feeling a bit of panic over tr’Aieme's diagnosis, and knowing he was going to tell tr’Vatrix that she should be removed from command. Had na her superior been Var'lon, she might have powered up her ship and ran. But because it was him, and becoming a fugitive, would not have put him in a menkha mood at all, she would remain and take what the Elements handed her. She would na go rogue and make him hunt her. Hnah, her biggest decision was if she should also pack up her uniforms, but if she were na to be allowed back, would she even need them?

 

Var’lon mused as he looked at the etrehh screen, “Where is she?” as he taps a few more buttons before finally locating her back on her ship. “Bah, she’s as bad as I am, just can na get away from her work. I suppose I’ll have to go fetch her myself, or we may never eat.” He taps the screen off and pushes his chair back, standing and heads out of his office and around the corner towards a teleportation pad.

 

He spots the officer rhea duty, and steps over to him. “Transport me to the Talon, at once.”

The htiej officer quickly snaps to vae’drae as he realizes who is standing before him, and knows better than to question him, “Ie, io siuren Rekkhai, while I contact Talon to clear au transport.” The officer quickly contacted the Talon, giving the clearance codes and sending the proper passwords for the day. Quickly the Talon clears the hteij upon hearing who will be arriving. “Talon Oira has granted clearance Rekkhai. Hteij at readiness rhea au order, Rekkhai.”

 

Aboard the Talon, the Oira clears the hteij, and scrambles to notify security to provide an escort as soon as possible.

 

Var’lon stepped up onto the Hteij Pad, “Energize,” he states as he closes his eyes before feeling the transporter effects take hold on his body, still never liking to transport around as a primary method of transportation but not feeling like waiting on a shuttle.

 

As tr’Vatrix rematerializes on the Talon’s main htiej, the dheno officer on duty to receive him snaps to vae'drae as trVatrix steps down from the pad. Var’lon nods to the officer on duty and walks out without saying a word, while the officer attempts to tell him an escort will be along momentarily for him. His efforts trails off as the Daise’Khre’Riov has moved out of hearing range, and instead, turns to his panel and contacts tr’Parnam down in the br’tehh who is monitoring internal security to update him, as he also sends a log to the Oira that tr’Vatrix has come onboard for an inspection.

 

tr’Vatrix ignoring the pleas of the duty officer heads down the corridor to the lift. It’s na as if he didn’t know where to go, he had been on this ship often enough of late to know where he was going.

 

tr'Parnam receives the message from both the hteij officer and the oira staff, and arches a brow. The io fahd, na so surprising, but both? Interesting, something must be going on. He knew that information would be sought after and he forwards a message to N’Dak to let him know that both the Khre’Riov and Daise’Khre’Riov are on board the Talon, for reasons unknown, and then sends another message piggybacked onto that to his other contact.

 

t’Rexan stood and crosses to the window, looking out at the cage of the repair facility holding her beautiful bird captive, and then realizes she's been holding her breath. It tore at her that she might have to give this up. But she did jol him so much, and would do it if he asked. She had made that mistake once before, but this, looking out at the green glow of what she could see of the wings spreading behind them, this was her other jol. If she had to let it go however, she would and it would na be unbearable. Var’lon was both intelligent and kind, strong and handsome, caring and humble. This was a man she could be happy living with, and drastically changing her life for him.

 

Var’lon goes to step into the lift as the turbolift doors open, seeing two repair team officers jump to vae’drae upon seeing him with a slight amount of fear in their eyes. He wonders for a siuren if they really had something to hide or if it was just the rank, but then decides to let it pass before nodding. “Carry on,” he orders as he steps in and waits for them to leave, and watches the officers hurry out, and suddenly realizes they might not have arrived at their destination and shakes his head with a smirk. “Deck B, Officer Quarters.”

 

She stood there looking at what she could see of her ship through the window and wonders what it will be like to not get back into space again if it does indeed come to that. Slowly, turning away, she takes note of her meager belongings hrrau the room, and sees a few things that had been N'Vrak’s that she had kept around all these years. She picked up a waste bin, and brushes them all into the container and dropped it to the floor beside the desk, na leaving her much of anything of her own. She wanted nothing to remind her of him, the things she had done for him, only to find out later, that he was na the man she had thought he was either. And in the back of everything, there was Var’lon. Her steady rock over these last many years, always there to help pick her up when she was down. She had been a veruul and had chosen poorly, but hnah, as he had said, she had a second chance to make things right.

 

Var’lon stretches his back a moment as he waits for the lift to stop, and steps out once the doors finally open and heads towards his destination. As he rounds the corner he spots the sign on the door indicating the Commanding Officer's Quarters and presses the door chime.

 

She had just bent down to begin picking up a few things she had discarded onto the floor, when she hears the chime behind her, “Vah’duht? Enter...”

 

Var’lon smiles as the door opens and steps inside, but does not immediately spot her so takes a few steps around the corner, “Are you just about ready for dinner?” However, as he enters the room, and the very first thing that he notices are the things strewn about, realizing that's not exactly normal for her. Bewildered by the disheveled quarters, tr’Vatrix takes a few more steps inside, “Is everything OK?’ he calls out, wondering what’s going on and quickly becoming worried.

 

She hears Var'lon and does a bit of a double take, na having expected him on the ship, turns and sees him through the doorway. “Ie, fhaen, excuse the mess. I was just, uhm, discarding a few items as well as....packing.”

 

Var’lon frowns noticing the flustered look on her face, “L’haiy, what's going on?”

 

Sounding a bit dejected, “My apologies Rekkhai, I had na been paying attention to the time, and I see I am late for dinner. I was na sure if au would be returning from au meetings today or tomorrow either, but it is still na excuse.”

 

“Woman,” as he raises his hand a moment, “What have I said about this ‘Rekkhai’ business?!

 

“I was unsure of au role fahd at the siuren, and also unsure if I should be packing all my possessions to vacate...”

 

He interrupts her, stopping her upon hearing the word vacate, “Whoa... whoa... hang on a minute there, what are au talking about? Vacate what?”

 

“ I'm sorry. It's just....I, well...I didn't expect au fahd, and thought perhaps, after my meeting with the kheinsa, that au were here to remove me from the ship.”

 

Var’lon sighs softly and heads over towards her, wrapping his arms around her back directing her towards the nearby couch.

 

She was feeling pretty lost at the moment, and lets him move her across the room and sits down, “I was just, thinning some things out. Some items that I at least feel I don't need any more. She pointed across the room indicating the waste baskets filled with mementos from N'Vrak. Should I just leave the uniforms fhad as well? Is my career over?

 

“That depends on what you want. If you na longer want this for your life, that's fine. However I said I wanted you to find someone to talk to in order to try and help you, not to try and push you away. Why would I remove you from your ship?”

 

“I spoke with au Kheinsa, and he felt I have some, complicated issues. He said that he was uncertain that I am capable of command and I assumed that he was going to tell au the same, when he told me he was going to report to au personally on the matter.”

 

“The whole reason for you to talk to him was to try and work through your issues, not to see if you are capable of running a ship. Answer me this, do YOU think you have it in you to do what's right for this ship? To do what's right for your crew?” tr’Vatrix paused a moment then added, “To do right by me?”

 

t’Rexan turns slightly to look him in the eye, instead of down at her hands as she had been while they had been sitting there. “I had thought I had it in me, but after the meeting, I am finding myself questioning my judgments. If I can make them ‘want’ to work for me. However, as to ‘doing right by au’, that is io thing that I know I am up to, as I would do anything for au, and I know au know that. Au know how far I’ve gone in my past for someone, but au, au are at least someone that deserves it. My resolve knows na end when it comes to serving au. Ie, I would do what was needed to carry out anything au wanted me to do for au. I just…when he said… I mean I just…and when he said I was….well...... I'm confused now is all….”

 

“Shhh, shhhh, shh,” placing a finger to her lips to stop her from getting any more flustered. “Then there is nothing more to discuss. This is your ship and her crew is yours.”

 

She lets out a huge sigh, na realizing how much she had been holding back, “Hann'yyo Var'lon. I want to hann'yyo au for putting au trust in me still. I will use this ship to do whatever it is au ask of me.”

 

Var’lon sighs, “L’haiy, au command has never been in question. I have the utmost faith in au service to myself and the Empire. My goal for you talking to the doctor was to try and help you not to have to suffer the problems you've been encountering.”

 

“And here I had been thinking that I might have to take up that other profession we had been discussing.”

 

Var’lon hugs her closer to him, stroking her hair trying to calm her, and felt her respond, finally relaxing and leaning into him. “While I have absolutely no qualms about letting you have control of my kitchen, I'm not quite sure you're ready to let go here, at least not yet.”

 

“tr’Aieme did say that he wanted me to spend extensive time with my ‘friend’. I did na feel that it was my place to let him know that it is au. He told me that building a relationship of trust and understanding would help me much, and that I needed to socialize some with my friend. I will leave that up to au if au should choose to inform him that au are the friend I had in mind.” She took another deep calming breath, and relaxed against him, shutting her eyes a siuren.

 

“That's what he told me as well,” still stroking her hair. “And I told him that I would see if I could make further arrangements for that to happen.”

 

“How did au know to come looking for me fahd? Na, that is a veruulish question.....The etrehh of course, ie?

 

Var’lon shakes his head chuckling, “Ie, I was coming to bring au to dinner. We’ve had enough working for today.”

 

“I've been so upset, I've na even thought of it. For that matter, I skipped midday meal as well.”

 

“That was not a good thing to do, au need au energy,” he pauses a moment. “I suppose that means we have to have a bigger evening meal now. That means you're going to have to spend even longer with me.”

 

t’Rexan looks up at him and smiles, “I could be persuaded to do so.”

 

“Hang on, I'll be right back,” he stands and heads over to the replicator, pressing a few buttons.

 

She looks quizzically at him, “Where are you going? Ah. I see. So, the Kheinsa's report, it does na have to be filed with my records? Or is it too late for that?”

 

Var’lon lifts the tray and brings it back to where they were sitting, sets it down and passes a steaming mug to her. “Fahd, I want au to drink this. Steamed milk with hazelnut, it will help to calm your nerves.”

 

That sounds and smells wonderful, and I'll be honest, I can use it. I've been wound up all day over this.

 

“This is not part of the official record. Remember how I said I had someone I trusted? That's part of why I suggested au see him,” he smiles as he lifts his own mug to his lips, savoring the steaming liquid.

 

“My only worry is that he is also seeing my Daise Maenak, or was last I knew. I don’t' know why they keep putting off being bonded themselves, but they do.” She takes another taste of the warm mixture, “Hazelnut au say? This is quite good, I’ve na had it before. So, au do na mind having to spend extra 'social time' with someone that is potentially damaged goods?”

 

“Do you trust your Daise Maenak?”

 

“Implicitly, she knows everything I've told au, and has kept my confidence all these many years. Strange coincidence that my confidant and au confidant have been seeing each other for years, unless….do au think they could have been planted to spy on us that far back? Na, that’s ridiculous! Anyway, I promise na to carry a weapon when I'm with au if that will make au feel better?” she grins up at him.

 

“Then you'll be fine, and if you're damaged goods, I don't think I could handle something not broken,” he laughs. “I've trusted you with my back for many years and I'm not worried about you with a weapon. It's the others that should be worried, especially if they’ve angered au.”

 

Relaxing a bit more, she swings her feet up beside her on the couch and leans back against him holding her cup, feeling the warmth of it in her hands, and the warmth of his body against her shoulder. “That or perhaps I should become au personal body guard.”

 

Var’lon grins again, “Again, I would not complain about that if it was what made you happy,” takes another sip from the mug before setting it down on the table.

 

t’Rexan takes a deep breath, “I'm happy right now. More so, as I thought I was going to have everything taken away without even having a chance to think on things.”

 

Var’lon wraps his arms around her, “Good.” He had been about ready to make a plea for her to stay on ch’Rihan with him, until she mentioned she was happy that her ship was na going to be taken away. Na yet, the time is too soon he tells himself. Another time.

 

She closes her eyes a moment before she continues, “And though I do want to come stay with au my e’lev, and I do long for it to be forever and always, I also do na want it to be as if I am smothering au, and in the way. We also have to be honest with ourselves. Au do know that once this becomes known, there will be all sorts of opposition. There will be those complaining about au being with au subordinate, others that I’m a clone and controlling au to the detriment of Galae. Au know the Tal’shiar will use it to try to weaken au by saying au interests are divided, and others will complain that I am getting preferential treatment. If I were to stay now, I would end up hurting au, and that I can na do. We need to give them time to get used to the idea. Besides, they do say that absence does make one missed more. Homecomings, could be…..Well, I’m sure au could imagine.” She sighed again, “Then again, sitting on the porch with au in the morning, does have its advantages over being shot at by elements knows what type of enemies we run into next. It makes for a difficult decision, but I’m sworn to look after au best interest and na my selfish wants.”

 

Var’lon laughs, “The important thing though is you do what makes you happy. No regrets, remember? I'm not going anywhere.” Quickly changing the subject, as he did na want to discuss her leaving just yet, “So, I originally stopped by to see if you were ready for dinner. Would you like to still do that? If not, we can do something else,” he trailed off, looking into her eyes with meaning and nodding his head towards the back room.

 

“Hann’yyo, this was relaxing, but,” she sets her cup down and turns to him. “I was thinking that we might move right to dessert first,” giving him a mischievous grin.

 

Var’lon laughing, “Are you sure you're up to it? I know you missed your mid-day meal.”

 

“Do na worry about me,” as she pokes him in the chest. “What about you old man?” biting her lip to keep from laughing, trying to look all concerned.

 

“Old man?! Old man?! I’ll show you 'old man’,” as he puffs out his chest and stands, yanks her up from the couch, and pulls her towards the bedroom. “I just don’t want any complaining from you later about being too full from dessert.”

 

“Who's complaining?? I'm just worried if your heart can keep up with me!” she said poking him in the chest again.

 

He poked her back, “We'll just have to see now, won't we?”

 

“Oh, Elements!! I guess we’ll just have to at that mister! Besides, I’ve heard rumors that au have been spending qiuu au time with some young thing draped all over au, perhaps au have some stamina hrrau au after all!!” she said looking up at him, laughing almost so hard her eyes were beginning to water.

 

Var’lon smiles to himself, as he notices that she is finally smiling and laughing again, as her pulls her through the bedroom door and smacks the button to close and lock it. Maenak’s orders after all.

[m_k_tksa 0]

Great...after all these years, I'm finally accused of being a spy too.

 

Nice log guys!

[Lerak trPexil 0]

Great...after all these years, I'm finally accused of being a spy too.

 

Nice log guys!

 

Nice log as well. There is a SA (Spies Anonymous) meeting each Thursday after the sim.