Life of Searching

[Christie Farron 0]

Lieutenant Commander Christina Farron

Chief Science Officer

USS Manticore

 

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It had been almost twenty days since everyone aboard Manticore had been granted shoreleave. To Farron, the leave just wasn't the same as it was for others. She couldn't return to Bajor, and really had no one on Earth she could talk to. There was only one family member that Christie ever really knew. Hewitt.

 

She had never gotten the chance to find Hewitt aboard Manticore, partially because she was always busy, and partially because she didn't want anyone to know she was searching for her brother. Outside family was not exactly a commodity in the Black Ops circle.

 

But, being back on Earth, she could use the most up-to-date databases, and the most informative people. Many family members of other Starfleet personnel wanted to send messages to their loved ones, especially around the holiday season, so Farron could blend in quite well.

 

She accessed a database terminal, and began entering search commands. She searched for Hewitt Demore, and found two matches. One match was of a dead colonel in the Marine Corps, and Farron doubted that would be the path her brother would take. The second match appeared much more believable.

 

Farron mumbled the information aloud. Only the basics were opened to the public, but that is all she really wanted. It gave Hewitt's rank, his position, and where he worked. The only thing she found odd about the place of work was that he was on a space station, in the Cardassian sector. Why the Cardassian sector? she wondered. It wasn't really a big deal, because Farron didn't care about the wars, but she did find it surprising. Hewitt was really not one who enjoyed being far away from home for long periods of time.

 

She brought up the Subspace Message form, and went into deep thought about actually sending him a message. She knew that she couldn't, because of regulations... Hewitt didn't even know she wasn't Mor Rem anymore. For that matter, sometimes Christie even forgot the name she was born with. The Bajoran government had taken it away from her a long time ago, in efforts of getting her into Black Ops within the Federation. It worked, but Farron never really wanted to do it. The entire thing was politics, which is why she had always hated politicians. The more she learned about Atragon, the more he seemed like a "Yes man," which was surprising.

 

At any rate, her rebellion shown through. She sent a short message over subspace to her brother.

 

"Hewitt. How are you? We should play chess again sometime. -Mor"

 

It was short, and to the point. With any luck, it wouldn't be intercepted and read by anyone, and it would reach Hewitt without a problem. If it didn't, Farron would be in deep trouble when the time came to return back aboard Manticore. She really didn't care, though; what she had done was a family affair, and she wasn't about to let political stewards get in the way.