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  1. What Vivid Dreams Are Made Of Dr. Amanda Davis and SubCommander Nijil tr'Korgata Nijil dismissed what he told Doctor Sandero earlier that day until he saw an appointment reminder light up his PADD hours later. Perhaps she peered into his mind to realize the vivid dreams stymied his sleep. The other engineers could handle the aftermath of the replicator issue, so speaking to Doctor Davis would not hamper operations. He never believed his being there or not amounted tilted the balance of a smooth-running station to the danger zone, though for the next hour he would be excused from this burden. Even the walk to her office was a respite from the workload. Civilians and personnel alike paid him no mind. Her door stood before him. He pressed the chime. "It's the chief, oh, of engineering. Korjata. Nijil Korjata..yes." “Enter.” The door hissed open and he walked through. It had been some while since his last visit to her office. He could not remember if the furniture layout had changed. What that a new plant? Amanda looked up from her desk and moved to the door immediately. “Nijil! Please… do come in. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a good visit.” Nijil gave the doctor a quick nod, then took a seat across from her, a table between them. "So, I guess Doctor Sandero scheduled me without notifying me...until I got my notification. It's fine though. Getting away from work is its own reward." “Well, I’m glad she did,” Amanda continued in her Welsh lilt. “May I get you some tea? Coffee? Scones?” In her excitement, she urged him toward a Victorian-style cushioned chair. Her inclination of sweet treats for her patient's sessions had not changed. A plate of flaky pastries sat before him. He picked one eagerly. Lunch hours ago consisted of a small juice and an energy bar. "I've been having these dreams for some time now actually. Nearly the same dream or elements are the same. Same room, same woman, and even the same me, but not me. I'm not sure why it's bugging me more lately. It's more vivid now, well, perhaps a month ago. Ever have a dream you can almost taste? It's, it's like a holodeck, but taken to the next level. Like, um, the AI just knows a lot more than a written program." He smooshed a pastry in his mouth. "Mmhm, well, I'm no holo-matrix writer, but I know enough to realize it...just feels...real." At that she slowed down and sat in the chair opposite. “I see,” she said thoughtfully. “Dreams. They come from the most interesting areas of the mind, and are usually not something one would be concerned about, but apparently you are. When did these dreams begin?” she asked, pouring a cup of tea and offering some to Nijil. "Well," and he had to think on this one, "before the bonding, but after we got Annisha, or was it the official adoption? I believe it was a mix of not remembering dreams at all and this particular one with others. It beat the ones where I'm dreaming about work. So yes, around that time I recall." “How much sleep have you had recently, Nijil?” He looked at her wide-eyed. "Really recently, perhaps 6 hours at best, but sometimes less. This replicator issue took a lot out of me. It's still doing so. The dream still happened even with little sleep." Speaking of sleep he yawned. "Oh great. Obviously not enough sleep." “Six hours of sleep in how many days?” "Oh, that was last night. I would say around four hours most nights for the past two weeks." Amanda put aside her tea and relaxed in her chair to think a moment before continuing with, “And what has happened in the last two weeks, Nijil. What has happened in regards to your family… to Jylliene and Annisha?” "They are fine...as far as I can tell. Ann's happy she can use the replicator again as her cooking needs work, but she's got time to learn. I think Jylliene's work up top is about the same." “But what happened before that? About two weeks ago?” "Oh-oh, the Nei'rrh rescue out by that star? I had forgotten about that. I know there are no temporal anomalies around here, but it sure feels like it when there's work do to." He smiled as he took another bite of the scone. "That incident sure skewed my sleep schedule, but all the sleep in the universe if the rescue had failed." He took another bite. "Other than sleep I'm not sure if my shuttle experience relates to this repeating vivid dream." “Nijil,” she began slowly and softly, “I want you to put aside everything you just said. Forget that you are an engineer. Forget that you pilot Nei’rrh. Forget that you are a commander. Take all that and throw it out the door, then tell me what is left. Do that for me and close your eyes.” The Rihan twitched his head and closed his eyes. "Nijil. Simple Nijil. Growing into a family very quickly. Living where I work, working where I live." He paused. “And this simple Nijil, the one without work, the one with a growing family. What does he value the most?” "Protecting Annisha. It's what I worry about most. Sorry Jylliene." “And why must you protect Annisha?” "I want to give her what my adoptive parents gave me, but it takes a lot out of me." Nijil kept his eyes closed but still managed to get a bite of the scone in. “And what did your adoptive parents give you? Besides food and a place to live, that is. What do you value the most when you think of them?” "My life, from then until now. I would not be here without either of them. They did not have to take me in, but they did, but they are not a part of these dreams. It's something else." “And what would that be?” Nijil frowned. "I don't know. The woman, the place, it's all unfamiliar, nothing like where I am now. The smells...the smells are vivid too. It's taking me out of my comfort zone perhaps. I don't know. Maybe I'm just drifting away from what I value. Annisha and Jylliene, and.." He inhaled deeply as keeping his eyes closed was causing him to sleep into a relaxed state. Amanda watched him for a minute or two. He seemed relaxed for the first time since he came in, which was a good sign. “Nijil, I want you to stay relaxed, with your eyes closed, and concentrate on Annisha and Jylliene. They are your two most precious possessions, so you might dream about them. But you also dream that you are a woman whom you know. What in either the near or distant past had to do with a woman?” "My mother and sister? Maybe not knowing my real mother." He shook his head. "This dream the woman I see is not of any species on record. I can only see myself from my own eyes in this dream, so I don't know what I look like. I'm guessing the obvious looking down that I am not myself, but I don't get more than that. It feels familiar though." He shook his head side to side slowly. "I feel no fear in this dream." “Is there anything connected to this dream? Clothing, perhaps some smell, or a sound, like music?” "A kind of work suit, nothing I've not seen on other women that visit the station. I mean not that I'm looking. Well, I look. Yeah. Did you say music?" “I did.” "Annisha. She plays a song I hear in the dream. It's off in the background, some small speaker out of my sight." Nijil starts singing the tune, but the translator could not translate. “A speaker? Like an old fashioned…?” "Maybe, just low-quality I think." He started singing again, then stopped. "I don't know what I'm saying, though I know this. Is that strange to know a song in a language not your own?" “Not necessarily. But I do recall a speaker some time ago, an old speaker… something that used to be called a radio. It was coming over subspace.” "Yes, over several bands as I recall. The protocols they used made shutting it off from our end difficult." “Yes. Yes, it did.”
  2. Lost Years Nijil tr’Korjata as Kushana Chirakis Kirel Brubaker stroked his beard as he watched Whippet frolic with the children. “Ten years,” he murmured with a tinge of regret as well as the thrill of awakening. In the past ten years he had learned much about this planet and its environs, but he had also lost ten years of the life he once knew. Those he left behind had searched, but in the vastness of space they found nothing— not even a clue. His mind wandered, wondering what his burial was like… or if there was one. Is there a tombstone? Any kind of memorial? Did the academy mourn his passing? If he returned to civilization now, how would his family react? How would everyone else react? Would anyone even know him? Would they remember him? Would they want the immense amount of data he had culled from this area of space, or would it be useless and outdated? Should he leave on the Argos II or stay here, in the place he had come to love? And what if Argos II never made it off this planet? What would they do? He sighed into a fatherly smile as he watched Whippet play with the children. Soon he, too, was sitting cross legged on the floor, enjoying the moment and glad that his constant companion had helped them move past their pain. “Dr Brubaker?” Jeremiah spluttered and picked a few dog hairs off his tongue, then leaned back to answer in a slight Scottish lilt, “I am Dr Brubaker.” "I came down once I learned someone was knocking on the side of my vessel." A youthful, but haggerered Rihan woman approached the doctor. "My name is Kushana and I command the Argos II, or what is left of her." She looked down and stopped short of walking over an animal, a touch annoyed. "As au may imagine, I have a few questions for au." Brubaker stood as she spoke and picked at the few dog hairs that still clung to his disheveled clothes. “Of course, Erei'Riov—or should I say ‘Captain’? Or merely Kushana?” "The translator handles it all, but I am not one for formalities, so Kushana is fine." She squatted down after being on her feet for days. She looked the doctor in the eyes. "H-How did au find yourself on this planet? Our sensors are inoperable and we were not even sure of the air quality." A twinge of regret that they had crashed barely showed in his expression, but he nodded into a congenial smile. “Then Kushana it is. I am Jeremiah, though most call me Jeremy. And I must apologize for tapping your ship’s exterior. It was the only way I could get attention. “As for your question, this very small planet is quite habitable. Not far from your vessel— just over the hills that you can see from this viewport.” He pointed casually toward it. “I made my crashed shuttle into quite a cozy home with running water and a small garden. Unfortunately, you landed in one of the few desert areas. They have plenty of salt, but not much more than that. I landed here ten years ago, Kushana, and it has been my home ever since.” “How did I get here? My shuttle was drawn into a crash landing. I lost power, but why?” He shrugged. “I have no idea.” Kushana gruffed. "This has to be a red or brown dwarf star, but it pulled us out of warp. Ten years? Surely not in this arid region. The temperatures alone." She stroked her chin. "I would share information on what happened, but if the sensors collected anything we can't find it." She considered him for a moment. "Are au the only one, other than your friend here?" The Erei'Riov put out her hand to the dog, seemingly friendly to everyone. “As far as I know. I’ve not seen anyone else, and ten years is a long time to go without seeing anyone else on this planet. But… now that my wee brain is remembering a few things from our crash, I remember a push, like a heavy gust of wind, that drew us into the atmosphere. I do not recall much after that since I was trying to land. But,” he chuckled a bit, “it didn’t work. We still crashed.” She was getting more questions than answers. "We had only moments to even land to consider a 'wind' variable. I will have to ask my navigator in greater detail. We have been trying to undue the fail safes from our engine core. Our design does not allow us to simply turn off our main source of power. Given the situation perhaps it is better to leave the singularity as it is." She looked him up and down, then sniffed. "We have a method for au to, err, refresh yourself if that is something au wish." She wished it, but was an uncommonly polite Rihan to say so. “Oh,” he said, sniffing. “My goodness, I am sorry. After ten years of living alone, I don’t even notice. I would appreciate a ‘refresher’, as you call it, and I am sure you and your crew would appreciate it as well.” Brubaker forced a broad smile in his embarrassment. She stood up. "Au claimed to be a doctor, may I ask what discipline?" “I am primarily a geologist. And a paleontologist when the time warrants it and I find something interesting. And there is quite a bit of everything to explore here.” Kashnana nodded. "I purpose an exchange of information so we may all leave this place. That being said, many of the crew need to take a break from what may be a futile effort in repairing the ship." “Ah… a break,” Brubaker said, his Scottish lilt now in full swing. “Perhaps you should all come to my home— the shuttle, that is— and refresh yourselves. The yard and garden are refreshing, and there is a fairly deep pond—no deadly creatures, mind you. I’m not sure of the milage, but it took me just under an hour. And I will gladly share any information I have. I do keep extensive records.”
  3. Green Log of Jylliene and Nijil The long game of Galactic Risk ended days ago in a stalemate. The Nei'rrh warped along at a leisurely pace through the heart of the Federation. Their flight plan was well known and oddly, Starfleet wanted them to be cloaked the entire time. The only reason to do so was to put listening posts through tests. Now the test for them was at an end. "Jy," Nijil called out from the pilot's chair. She had went to nap a while back, the sound of the shuttle interior rather soothing once one gets relaxed. "We have arrived." He waited. "Jy?" He activated a soft chime. Jylliene stretched as she woke, hearing the sound. “Hm? Wh- oh, we’re here?” Rising, she made her way toward the front of the shuttle. He continued to shout. "Yes, I just dropped us to impulse." Resting her hand on the top of his chair, she looked out at the view as they approached the planet Orellius “I’ve needed this. We both have.” He nodded. "Shall I arm disruptors and torpedoes? That sounds more familiar." He smiled as he continued to tap controls to place them in orbit. "Pretty sure Starfleet would be here shortly. Care to take us down?" “You go ahead,” she replied as she took a seat at the console next to him. The weapons console had gone thankfully unused during this trip. It was, as Nijil had indicated, a change of pace for them. A peaceful vacation would be welcome indeed. "Alright, taking us down to our cabin." He pitched the nose down and the planet filled the entire forward view. "Shields to full, brace for atmospheric entry." Nijil patted her arm with his free hand. "Best to secure ourselves, even though the skies are clear where we are going." The blast shield covered the view ahead of them as the craft descended towards Orellius. He continued talking. "I supposed we could have beamed down, but I never like the idea of having the ship just hang up there while we are down there." He laughed. "I mean we can't land the Aegean, but anything that land should land." The interior of the Nei'rrh rumbled as it careened into intense heat of reentry. Nijil turned to Jylliene. "So are you ready to be without replicators?" “I believe so. It will be worth it.” The blast shield retracted, revealing the lush green of the planet. Although Orellius no longer kept itself isolated, the communities there preferred to stay more or less as they had been. Their cabin would be remote enough from the inhabitants that neither would be disturbed by the other. “We will have room to land nearby, right?” "Ie, oddly a platform is there for ships like this to land. I suspect we are not the first ones to seek this isolated getaway. That said, this may be a tight fit." A forest took up the entire view out of the forward view. Somewhere in the middle was their destination. "Ah see it, just over those tall trees dead ahead." "Au see that?" She asked. "Very well. Take us in SubCommander." "Aye Lieutenant Commander." Both of them smiled as they descended to their honeymoon destination.
  4. Bonds and Bands [Joint log, Nijil/Jylliene/Ramson - takes place immediately before the sim of 9/8/2017] Arboretum, Aegis Though there were a number of venues they could have used, including replicating myriad others via holosuite, once the idea of the arboretum came up, there was no further deliberation. The arboretum itself was an oasis of calm in the midst of the station’s bustle, of greenery within the metal and glass. What better venue for a celebration of two creating that same respite for each other? Ramson stood before a flowering cherry tree, awaiting the couple’s arrival. Behind the seated guests, the Vulcan quartet Annisha had hired played quietly. Small white silk banners highlighted representations of the elements set upon pedestals around the area. A pair of stones - one from ch’Rihan, one from Trill - stood upon one; a forcefield generated within another suspended an orb of water above it from the nearby creek. The music itself accented the air bearing it, while a lit censor beside Ramson (“somewhere neither Annisha or I will knock it over,” Nijil had recommended) finalized the honoring of the elements. At Annisha’s cue, the musicians stopped. Nijil and Jylliene approached Ramson on pathways from either side of the waiting captain. Jylliene smiled warmly at him, nervousness largely swept away now that they could focus on each other. Nijil was nervous as ever, but did his best to not show it as he did around the station. He looked deep into Jylliene's eyes to see if she felt the same, or if, not, to draw strength from her. His smile was more like a wide boyish grin. Before her he never imagined bonding with anyone, but now...now he couldn't imagine otherwise, or with anyone else. Lucky for him, he found a warmth in her eyes. (“But what about Trill traditions?” Nijil had asked as Jylliene pieced together the ceremony. “Well, on Trill, the couple enters in unison, in silence. Focus is on them.” “Not one at a time?” “No. The idea is that the guests try to watch both, and recognize that it is more difficult to look back and forth at the individuals, and how much easier and more natural it is once they’re together in front of the prie- well, officiant, in our case.” “Do we need to get a priest from Trill?” Nijil asked. “Elements, no,” came the woman’s immediate reply. “They’d drone on and on about history and symbionts being like a bonded couple and don’t even get me started on the ritual blessings. Just… no.” “No Trill priest. Got it.”) Now in front of Ramson, the couple joined hands. “Throughout all the varied and different peoples we have made contact with in the universe, a desire exists to find someone else to share one's experiences with. Committing ourselves to a bond with another so that we do not have to face the universe alone is one of the most common ceremonies found. Today we have two who wish to do exactly that. And they come forward now to make that known to their families, their friends, and their comrades.” Ramson nodded to the couple, signaling them to state their vows. “I, Nijil, take you, Jylliene, as my ailhun. I promise to lead you through the darkness to the light. I promise to carry you when you falter. I promise to protect you from threat. I promise to provide for your needs, in body and spirit. I promise to give to you all that I am, reserving nothing aside. I will stand by you from this day to the end of our lives; In witness thereof, I give you this ring, as a visible symbol of my vows to you.” “I, Jylliene, take you, Nijil, as my deyhhan. I promise to accompany you through the darkness to the light. I promise to support you when you falter. I promise to stand by you when you are under threat. I promise to provide for your needs, in body and spirit. I promise to give to you all that I am, reserving nothing aside. I will stand by you from this day to the end of our lives; In witness thereof, I give you this ring, as a visible symbol of my vows to you.” Accepting the bands from Ramson, the couple slid them upon each other’s fingers, then clasped hands. Ramson nodded toward Niilan, Nijil's father, who approached with a register. Opening it upon the pedestal, he presented Nijil with a pen. “In keeping with tradition, inscribe your bondmate’s name in our register,” Niilan spoke. Nijil wrote her name beside his own, exhaling quietly in relief as he put the pen down. Niilan looked up at Jylliene and intoned, “We accept you into our house. May it increase in honor, strength, and number.” “With the authority granted me as Commander of Aegis and in accord with the wishes of Nijil Keihv tr’Korjata and Jylliene Kital, I declare them husband and wife.” With visible expressions of both joy and relief, the couple retreated together from the arboretum toward the reception hall, the guests following. Jylliene had not seen the plans for the reception, leaving those to Nijil and (with some trepidation) Annisha. She was unsure what to expect, but was pleased and surprised to see the area highlighted in bright colors and dancing sparkles of light from a reflective orb suspended from the ceiling. Brilliant jewel tones outlined a dance floor, the band Annisha had hired stationed nearby. Tables of desserts, including numerous cakes of different flavors, awaited the hungry arrivals (At Jylliene’s suggestion, there were also gourmet doughnuts). An Andorian stood at the ready behind a counter, gleaming glass decanters and bottles ready for those desiring something a bit stronger than what was partaken of on duty; a silver urn and coffee cups were also available for caffeine needs. For Annisha and her friends, as well as for other guests so inclined, bottles of sweetened non-alcoholic beverages nestled temptingly within bins of ice. A holo-recorder was tucked away in one corner for guests to leave messages for the couple, a drape available to muffle some of the sounds from the celebration.
  5. SubCommander Nijil tr'Korjata Flight Deck Engineer Personal Log Stardate 2388.097 I must have passed through a fluctuating time dilation field lately. I have not felt myself. I don't know if it's day or night anymore. I mean, this is a space station with no real day or night, but I'm feeling the pinch of artificial time. There's no sun to tell me when to wake up, no Remus to tell me when to sleep. I hope after the bonding I can reset my damaged clock with some star, out there. It can't be ch'Rihan at least for a long while. Annisha won't feel the warmth of the Rihan sun either. She did last before me if what she told me was true. For that matter she will not find comfort in the warm embrace of her real mother. I know her adoption has been the best thing for her, for us, since so much was lost to the GRB hitting home. She is so inquisitive, intelligent, and most importantly, a naughty girl. For an entire week I could not order anything that was not a contraband Blubby drink. I had to resort to others getting me a hot coffee because she programmed all of my identification methods linked to her...hack. She'd make a fine spy I would think. Perhaps the Tal Shiar will come in the dead of night in my quarters for recruitment. Tricky devils they are. Enough of that. Annisha told me she has the music and if I protest she will never forgive me, and that she has a present for me involving that. Probably some loud clapping machine to laugh at my bad jokes. Oh, perhaps she's planning to alter my vows. Through all of this Jylliene has been the most patient person I know. I would think she was a Vulcan except she arrives back at our quarters in the same shape as me: exhausted physically and spent mentally. We need the, humans call it...oh, honeymoon more than the bonding itself. Would anyone miss us if we just flew off on the Nei'rrh? <End Log>
  6. Time Between Things Jylliene looked across the table at Nijil. She could see he was just as exhausted as she. At least her duties required far less footwork than a traveling engineer. Lately, their time together was squeezed between eating, shower, and sleep. Tonight: dinner. She brought out one of the many simulated Rihan proteins topped with an assortment of vegetables. It was one of the rather zesty dishes his homeworld offered. He began to stare at his plate while he chewed. “Those cores made for a stressful few shifts. I was glad to see them go,” she remarked, with a sympathetic smile towards him. Of course, what the cores might do now was another concern, but at least they were off-station. "The cores are essential in providing power to the station. It's always a point of stress for the engineering team."Nijil replied, still staring into his meal, perhaps hoping something would pop out just like the seven or so spices did to the flavor. "Cores?" “Droid cores. The diplomatic representatives,” she clarified. He blinked and looked her in the eyes. "Sorry, um, tired.” He yawned. “What a strange name for them. Perhaps the translation was off. I did not get to meet any of them. Were they agreeable?" “They were as polite as you could expect. Just a bit unsettling, since they decided to adopt our crew’s appearances as their own, albeit at about half or two-thirds scale. Given the ease with which they had replicated the captain’s appearance, I think we were all still on edge.” She paused, then added, “I’m not sure what they call themselves.” "Well," he thought, then supposed, "We call ourselvesRihan and au call us Romulans, so they are bound to have a name of their own...unless they were a recent creation. Beyond their programming?" “Entirely possible. I imagine they must have SOME way to refer to themselves, even if only in their own programming, to distinguish themselves from others.” Jylliene shrugged. Nijil cut into another portion of his meal. The taste was a blessing compared to what he ate over the last few days. "Regardless, I am thinking more about us than those robots. Did Annisha tell au she is handling something from our bonding?" “No…” she replied, with some slight trepidation. “Did she say what?” "No on that as well, and she's enlisted her band of friends to keep me from finding out. Maybe it's just a token of celebration. She was quite adamant about me not digging to find out. If I did not know better her feline friend almost hissed at me." She chuckled. “Well, I suppose we’ll just need to hope for the best? Has she asked anything about wedding traditions or the like?” He shook his head, taking a drink of his tea. "Na, but she could merely ask the computer. I don't think she'd sabotage anything, right?" “Not deliberately, no. It's the unintentional that I’d worry about. I imagine she’s done some research, though. She really doesn’t do anything halfway.” Whether that eased or concerned her, Jylliene wasn’t entirely sure. "She will be commanding this station in a year," he laughed. "I did want to ask au something. There's a lot of Rihan tradition in our bonding. Is there anything from Trill you wish to include?" She was so very tempted. “I’m not sure; how far do you think you can crawl on hot coals?” Jylliene kept a straight face for a beat, then grinned. “No, not that. There are a few rituals, but I’ll need to review them myself first. It’s been ages since I’ve been at a Trill wedding, and I kept meaning to look up the ones I recall, but droid cores and yellow alerts and…” she smiled sheepishly. “I’ll have them within the next day.” He laughed again. "Hold tight Commander,na an order. I mean I can't order au not to do research." He looked at her. "There are rituals of the elements that were performed long ago, but I did not include them. Reminded me of something Klingons would choose to do, just fewer pain sticks." He placed his hand over hers. "We could run up to Chirakis' office now and get it out of the way." “My parents would have a fit. Moreover, Annisha would have a fit. No, we go ahead as planned,” she replied. "Very well," he smiled. "Besides, the best part is the, what do humans call it? Oh yes, reception. Before our departure to the resort, I did reserve a holosuite. We need to relax before our long trip on the Nei'rrh. I hope that was not presumptuous." “Not at all. That sounds perfect.” She turned her hand over to clasp his. "Good, I would hope my hours studying holo systems programming is not wasted." He stopped and had a dreadful thought. "Um, what if that's what Annisha was doing?" “Then I imagine we’ll be playing in a park or something similar. I’m sure we can find ways to make that suitably enjoyable,” she reassured with a grin and a wink.
  7. Violet Shroud - 100 Words Nijil awoke on the floor of his quarters, a stuffed animal under his head and a children's violet shroud covering his torso. He felt groggy. His right side throbbed. So exhausted he collapsed only a few meters from the entrance. He got up on his feet, stumbled a little, then threw the blanket and animal upon the couch. "I need sleep, but where's Annisha?" The room was silent. Suddenly his sister's face appeared on the big room screen. "Jolan tru brother. Found au comatose and Annisha wanted to show me the park. Such a sweet daughter au have. Back soon."
  8. The Devil Is in Our Stars The voyage to the nebula would take a good part of two days, even at high warp. The Nei'rrh was built for fast travel, but only in rather short durations. Just try to do that in a Federation runabout. Then again, just watch the man-hours of maintenance of the two and you understand sacrifices are always made. The three were in the final stretch of the trip. Engines performed without issue, as did the modified cloak. Good thing as one did not want to abort a mission even before it really begun. Hours passed and everyone needed to be relaxed for the job ahead. They all read, showered or took shifts on the bridge. Impromptu lessons on Rihan shuttle operations were done every few hours. Lieutenant Tarisa took refuge near the hum of the engines. Nijil did not know if her species purred like other felines, but he could see the attraction. Lawliet, being long lived, had plenty to chat about regarding galactic politics and the like. Engineer or not, Nijil had differing opinions on past decisions and future directions. The both agreed however that the likely outcomes would be a mix of the two. No one faction in the alpha and beta quadrants would get exactly what they want. Eventually the crew settled off on their own as they got closer to their destination. Especially the Rihan. Annisha, his adopted daughter, insisted her father take up playing a musical instrument. She found a shop on the commerce level that had all manners of wind, strummed, and keyboard note makers. She laughed at an Earth instrument called the 'ukulele' and picked two up, one for her and a larger one for her rather. They had be etched with caricatures of each of them, his with pointy-ears and ouchy marks on his face. Her's had an angry girl paired with a targ and a boomerang. He made a genuine effort to play and even try to incorporate the instrument into his English to RIhan song translations. The ukulele did not really fit into his culture's instruments of choice, and it occupied a unique place in Earth's lineup as well. The high-pitch plucks seemed ill-fitted to drones about slicing the throat of one's enemies by any means necessary. Not all songs in the Rihan catalog were about deviousness of course. It contained some of the most emotional and longing romantic passages of any of the alliance music. Hearts were precious elements of the universe and all that. Nijil, after seeing the massive number of songs to translate, began to search randomly among the choices. He landed in the early 21st Earth century, a group called The Jayhawks. A group named after a bird, seemed apt. He had the computer display the chords along with the song, and the rough translation, to be tuned later. The computer picked The Devil Is in Her Eyes. He started to play before he really got into the lyrics, so he could get the song's feeling down. It was not too trying to play, but the headline words caused him to think of his little devil Annisha. Jylliene too if he thought of it, but as he reached chorus the words "the devil is in her eyes" really stuck out. He made it to the first chorus no issue, but at the second he struggled to not think of his little girl. Nijil knew she was not a demonic entity the word alluded to, but her curiosity wrapped up in mischievousness pierced through the words. As the chord progression became easier the merely sung the words as written centuries ago. There she was again, her eyes right in front of him just as the day she plucked out a Klingon knife from his back with no regard for how it might hurt or help him. As the months passed the same eyes greeted him when he got off his shift or when they all went to Blubby's on the commerce level. Those same damned eyes looking right at him with the same affection as the first day they met. It reminded him of when he met Jylliene in the mess of the Aegean. What a chance meeting when he thought of it. Had he just thrown that chance away on this mission fraught with unknown danger? He stopped playing as all of the pent up emotion of leaving those he loved behind broke free. Tears dropped upon the ukulele frets and clung to the strings. He placed the instrument on the table. He wiped the tears away with his sleeve. He walked up to a port window to watch the starlight passing at warp. Now, at mission inception, was not the time to get all emotional. It was after all likely whatever happened to the Byron could happen to Aegis. Countless others he cared for or had never met counting on their discovery of the ship's fate. The galaxy would always be a dangerous place and the Aegis sector was no exception. It was duty after all to protect it, no matter the cost. If the crew of the Nei'rrh did meet their fate in the nebula Annisha would be provided for by Jylliene or if not her his parents. She'd have a good life on that planet, though leaving her friend Alexis may not work out. Duty. Yes, he thought, time to press on, anticipate for the expected and adapt for the unexpected. Jylliene would do and expect no less of him. If Nijil failed to return the preparations he made would ensure both their safety and his daughter would grow into the frightful woman she's destined to become. Frightful in her intelligence and curiosity as it dwarfs his own. The universe should be wary of Annisha t'Korjata.
  9. The Nijil (Log of Shadow and Nijil) "We could have easily conquered your people if not for the Praxis incident," the burly Klingon hologram boasted to his corporeal Rihan programmer. "Oh really, that was how many years ago? The fact you did not see us galavanting across the quadrants does not mean we were weak. I also doubt the Federation would have let that occur, you know how they were then, and now." "Ha!" The Klingon exclaimed. "Romulans never fight with honor and that would have been their undoing." Nijl sighed. "Honor does not win battle, cunning tactics sprinkled with a touch of treachery would win the day. We are not dealing with pistols at twenty paces." "What is that?" "Something from ancient Earth history, a duel where you stand back to back, walk twenty paces forward, then turn and shoot." "Hmm, backs to each other? Sounds like a Rihan would go five paces then turn." "You may be right," Nijil said with a terse smile. "Now to matters at hand. Will you help teach this entity about the Klingon people?" "You have my word, but," he raised his finger, "only if the others do not badmouth other worlds. The teachings, even from the Rihans, must be true and honorable." "Agreed, lying would get us nowhere. Besides, I can have a fact-checking routine added to avoid that." "Whoa, wait a minute, a good story is nothing with a touch of embellishment." "Grr, fine," Nijil nodded to the Klingon hologram. "Computer, save then end program." The computer chirped then shut down the program, the Klingon flickering into nothingness. The lights of his quarters came up. The sudden brightness gave him a headache, or was it from the conversation. He walked over to the replicator on the far wall then ordered a water. He turned to see something not normally in his room. "Technology," Nijil muttered under his breath. "Computer, turn OFF the hologram system in this room." "The hologram system in this room is currently not running," quipped the computer. "What?" Nijil stood his ground as he squinted at the figure clearly in the room with him. He backed up a bit as he realized who this could be. "You look better than last we spoke." “This one learn. This one Seeker. Must learn,” replied the figure, flatly, as it stared in the direction of the inactive hologram. “The Nijil speaks to nothing. Why?” "Speaking to nothing?" The engineer thought for a moment. "Oh, you mean the hologram, that Klingon? It is really just an advanced manifestation of the artificial intelligence programs built into our computer systems to simulate familiar species. An interactive interface really. Used for all kinds of entertainment, information, and training. If that makes any sense to you. Could you not see him?" “The Klingon non biological. Deck 7 Klingon biological. Why speak non-biological when can biological?” "The non-biological one can be told, commanded to do particular tasks, plus he does not tire or question my orders, well, this one does, but I programmed that in too. I guess this one may not have a bias if I program carefully enough." The entity stared intensely, as though the image would return, then turned to Nijil. “Waste energy. This play?” "Waste energy? We have a lot here, but this was developed for you to answer questions about us you may have in a timeframe the computer can handle, but we may not." Nijil thought for a moment. "You mean play as can the program continue or you mean play as in have fun?" “Fun. Waste energy.” "Well, there are a fair amount of programs for fun, but I think most species, at least of higher intelligences, need activities they enjoy rather than duties they have to perform. I often just recreate far away places that I can't visit or that...don't exist any longer." Nijil frowned a bit at the notion of his visits to Old ch'Rihan, specifically his childhood farm. The form took on an expression of curiosity, then the face mirrored Nijil’s frown. “Sad. The Nijil place ceased to exist?” "ch'Rihan was wiped of life on its surface by what we call a gamma ray burst, a highly energetic burst of devastating gamma radiation normally from distant supernova explosion. This particular event propagated through upper subspace levels to reach our homeworld at faster than light speeds." He paused. "I was not on the homeworld at this time. Some escaped, many did not." “The gamma energy powerful. Many biologicals cease to exist?” "Yes, in the billions, but do you mean in general? I would guess nearly all biologicals cease to exist." It regarded Nijil for some time, then a ghastly groan echoed through the room. “The Nijil sad. This one sad. The gamma energy destroy much. The Nijil not cease to exist good. This one protect the Nijil. The Nijil not cease to exist.” "What? I don't think you can protect me from everything, namely myself. If you can stop a gamma ray burst on myself then you posses a truly unknown protection. More importantly, why me? Was it that touch the other day? It was an accident." “Accident.” It seemed to ponder that a while. “Accident. Not on purpose. Unintended.” "That's right." “This one much energy. Biologicals weak. This one learn. Now not so much energy. Less energy? Lower energy? Biological level energy this one now. This one form easier also.” "Listen, you can't go...tasering people around me that may or not hurt me. No matter how careful or intelligent you are I don't believe you are all knowing and immune to the heisenberg uncertainty principle." He shook his head. "Again, why me? I'm one biological among trillions or more in this galaxy alone." Another sigh, softer than the last, came from the form. “This one injure the Nijil. Sad. Must protect.” "Must protect? Oh." Nijil wondered if his new friend could sense the inflection of concern in his verbal response, or worse, in his electromagnetic signature. It faded where it stood. “Must. Protect. The Nijil.”
  10. First Non-Contact (Charikis, Coleridge, Tarisa and loveable Nijil) Nijil had kept his distance from the fog entity, or at least what he believed to be a step back. A mist that could appear and disappear at will was not so easy to track. In fact, the dispersal of mist could be so thin that Tarisa, Coleridge, and Nijil could be breathing it in right now. The Rihan coughed at this possibility. "Are au there?" Nijil called out towards the far end of the reactor room. "There's na need to be shy, or apprehensive. I am not planning to leave this room, so if au wish to talk." He turned to the others. "I'm an engineer, not a first contact specialist. I can't even get a name out of...it." Within seconds, the entity appeared as a formless mist and slowly pulled together to form almost a mirror image of Nijil, but what would have been his feet did not touch the deck, and its transparency showed everything behind it: the bulkhead, the consoles, other engineers who were wandering through and had not noticed anything different. It floated there for several minutes, regarding him with a curious expression before speaking its first phrase. “Secondary positive. What is talk?” "A method of communication we are using now by means of different sounds to form words, in turn forming ideas, requests, and passing information." “Sound,” it repeated, then paused several seconds. “Sound. Compressed. Energy. Vibrates. Waves. Sound. Words.” "Right, right," Nijil agreed. "It's not particularly fast, or efficient. The expressions of one's body play a large role in it as well." He moved a bit closer to the entity. "Remarkable likeness, how do au know how to take the form of others so well?" The entity backed away to its original distance. It seemed puzzled. “Words. Why words. Use energy.” A tendril pointed to Nijil’s head. “Waves. There.” "Energy? I don't have the ability to manipulation energy in that manner, unless...au mean electrical impulses in the brain." He pointed at his own head. "I'm not telepathic, but I could get someone that is." The entity stared for a minute. “Use energy. Energy.” It paused a while and seemed to fade. “Easy. Words no.” The engineer stood silently for a moment pondering what the entity meant. His people, the Romulans, use whatever force is necessary to gather this kind of information. If it is energy it seeks, others of his species would oblige. Turning to Coleridge. "I don't know exactly what energy communication it wishes to use, but I think it's worth a try." Coleridge seemed to be as lost as the rest of them and simply shrugged. "It's your funeral, but Jylliene would kill you...then she'd come after me." Nijil sighed. "Au are right, but how important is communication with," he pointed at the entity, "him." As the entity faded, its sounds became hollow and the tone terrified. “Kill. Negative. Kill. No. No. Kill.” And it was gone. "Aww," clearly disappointed, "I forgot to teach it sarcasm." He spoke louder. "Entity, what he said was not what would actually happen. It's a...figure of speech understood not to be true. Come back please." Tarisa had quietly been watching the exchange between the engineers and entity. She finally spoke up as the being faded. “It is alright,” she called out. “No one is literally going to be killed. Sometimes I get confused by their speech as well,” she pouted. Nijil spoke as he took to a chair along the wall opposite the reactor. "I have paperwork to catch up on," he said reluctantly, waving his worn PADD in the air. "Tarisa...Coleridge, if au like I'll wait here for the entities return, no need for all of us to wait around. Any information on the particularities of the energy generation would be helpful. Perhaps a source apart from the station exists if we can accommodate our guest. The two nodded in agreement and said their goodbyes, "let us know if anything...," and "don't do anything unwise" comments for Nijil. Less than an hour later Nijil had succumbed to the long hours of his shift, the hum of the reactor definitely assisting in creating a pleasant sound in th- Zzzzzzz.
  11. Back in the Saddle by Jylliene and Nijil, after arrival on the Aegean, before the sim of 1/8/16. The Aegean was indeed a beautiful craft. This seemed even more so to Jylliene when returning after an away mission, and more still when it was a challenging one. Admittedly, the team’s safety really had not been under threat; more possible would have been an innocent misunderstanding that might have left them unprotected on the surface with no way of contacting the Aegean before succumbing to exposure to radiation, the elements… whatever. One wondered what those who might eventually have found their naked corpses would have thought. It mattered little now. Their experiences would be logged, and hopefully, the next group to explore this place would be prepared. With ropes. And signal boosters. And extra clothing, just in case. Failing that, with a Caitian who was ridiculously good at parkour, even if her eagerness frustrated those who were trying to ensure that they didn’t lose another crew member. Though Jylliene had, in the moment, planned to write her up, the relief of finding Captain Ramson, as well as the passing time between then and their return to the Aegean, gave her a chance to reconsider. A talk at some point, perhaps, just to make sure she understood Jylliene’s concern and why the Trill was upset by the Lieutenant’s rush to action. Later. Right now, a quick cup of coffee would be most welcome. *** Everyone single-filed off the shuttle onto the more solid deck plating of the Aegean's bay, relieved to be done with whatever that last mission turned out to be. Sentient crystals, intelligent tree branches able to move Rihan engineers with no effort, or perhaps something they were not yet supposed to understand. Regardless many of the team would head to freshen up with a sonic shower or brighten up with the hottest coffee the replicator could muster. Nijil had decided to shower while drinking his coffee, but... "Commander Kital," a roughed up looking Nijil spoke as she walked a few people ahead. "something I wish to show you back at the shuttle." He waited for the perked up eyes, nod, then turn around. “Of course,” Jylliene replied. Coffee. I hope it involves coffee. Nijil walked quickly back inside the shuttle they had just arrived in and waited deep within it for Jylliene. No nosy engineer, merely performing their duty, was starting flight maintenance. Just her and him. “What is it?” she asked him. He wasted no time reaching at the back of her head with one hand and bringing her in for a long-awaited kiss. Nijil locked lips for the better part of 30 seconds before letting her go. "I've waited a long while for something like that Jylliene, work and all. Our duties take up so much time, I thought I could stop time, if only for a little while." He then caressed her shoulders with each hand, then tugged her in for an embrace. "This is far better than having a tree hug you. Are you hungry at all?" “For a few things, thanks to your greeting, but most of that will need to wait. A quick meal would be good,” she replied. Nijil released her from his hold. "Not these replicators," he said, tilting his head towards the shuttle replicator. "Besides, they will report us as missing. Let's go." *** They both had their small trays of food and drink from the Aegean mess hall in hand and searched for a place to sit. On a ship relatively small the place was packed. A center, but familiar table stood unoccupied. Nijil nodded his head in the direction of the vacant table and chairs. "Look at this, just like old times. I think this is the same table." Jylliene chuckled. “It may be,” she agreed. “It’s been a while since that day. A lot has happened.” "You can say that, not to mention a bit of our bonding planning has taken a back-seat." He smiled in a don't-worry look, then he did worry. "I think Annisha said she'd finished the arrangements, surely she does not have access to our files." His eyes went wide as he stared into Jylliene's eyes for reassurance. “Where it concerns Annisha, I’d suggest she quite possibly could, unless you locked it down very well,” Jylliene replied with a grin. Nijil started to speak, but reached for his cup instead, merely nodding. "Jylliene, you were quite impressive on the away team, and I'm not just saying that as someone who has certain connections with you." He cleared his throat. "I knew you were capable, but seeing you in action out there I'm sure the rank of Captain can't be far off, if you desire that." With a slight blush, she smiled at him. “Whether or not that’s true, it can wait. I’m sure there’s quite a bit more to learn before that kind of advancement.” She took a sip of her coffee, then added, “Thank you.” "It involves wearing a lot of black and seclusion in your office collection of daggers," he laughed. "I'm just glad you did not have to bring home my upper half and my lower half. I knew I was being held by something more powerful than any of us and that I was powerless to do anything about it." He paused while munching on bread. "So what now, head back to Aegis? I'm not entirely sure how this all fits into what's been going on." “The pieces will fall into place eventually. It’s just a question of whether we see it as it happens, or simply the results after. And yes, I believe we’re likely heading back toward Aegis,” she replied. "Like the reservations I placed for our honeymoon, those will just fall into pla-" he stopped. "You did not hear me say that. This Rihan said nothing." “Mhm. Nothing.” Jylliene took another sip of her coffee, a relaxed grin on her face. With a slight sigh, she added, “We should hurry.”
  12. When You're Here, You're Family Jylliene, Annisha, and Nijil Dinner. It was good now and then to do something a little different, get a chance to be out as a family. A family thing. Mom, Dad, and the kid going out. Her parents had done the same with some frequency - mostly because of the numerous times when the last thing either of her parents felt like doing after a day’s work was cooking. So, out they went. Dress up? Hm. No, stay casual, Jylliene figured, but still, get out of the uniform, at least. The kid. The young girl was more than ecstatic to be going out to eat with her still new family. Her real parents were rare to go out in public to grab a meal. Either her mother cooked something quick or her father grabbed dinner in a bag. She never really understood why this was until her now father explained a few things. She was quite interested in her biological parent's choice of jobs compared to an engineer and operation officer. Her life before compared nothing to life on a space station. "Oh, oh, this one. Can I get this one?" Annisha prodded Jylliene. Jylliene glanced at the selection, then nodded. “Of course,” she replied with a smile. What Annisha asked for her father could not see. He'd been busy for several minutes looking over the selections. Most of the food from his childhood was made fresh from home and some of the choices were unfamiliar to him. "Is it spicy?" He asked without looking up. “Not from what I can make of the description,” Jylliene replied. "Yes, welcome to Rihan script. It's not obvious to those new to the language. Which one?" She kept a finger pointed to the item and showed him the choice. Nijil nodded. "Are you sure Annisha? You never liked that before." "Oh yes, I'm a big girl now and I have refined taste." Her eyes gazed over large menu obscuring all but her two hands holding it. Jylliene smiled to herself, remembering trying to prove her growing maturity to her parents at a fairly similar age. The struggle to try to act more mature, to prove to her parents she was worthy of more independence - but moreover, to prove to herself. If her parents believed it, then it must be true, after all. It was a strange dance, the back-and-forth desire for independence and the equal desire not to get too much. "I'm getting the...salad and soup." Nijil said, sounding like he gave up from all of the choices, but he thought it would be the least objectionable to his stirring gut. The composition looked intriguing and nothing like it was in the replicator database. "E'lev, what about you?" “Hm. This, I think. Poultry, right? With root vegetables?” she asked, checking her limited understanding of the Romulan menu. He chuckled. "Yes, amoung many choices. We eat as much as we revere birds." He waved over the waiter from the far end of the restaurant. The tea in front of him was getting cold, so he lifted the cup to his mouth and took a first sip. He flinched as he forgot how spicy it was. Not to mention still hot. The waiter arrived moments later. "Ready to order?" the soft spoken Rihan man asked. Each of them, starting with Annisha, gave him their choice. He nodded at each of them, but appeared not to write anything down. He repeated each choice verbatim then left some bird-of-prey shaped bread in the center of the table. "This takes me back, my mother had a set of cutters to get them shaped just right." Nijil gave Jylliene one in the shape of the bird most saw on their Galea emblem. He took one shaped like the real Nei'rrh bird, and he picked one at random for Annisha. As she grabbed for it he held it fast, looking at her then the bread." "Daddy, can I have the bread?" He would not let go. His mouth quivered slightly. He looked worried. "Oh, yes, sorry. I-I.. the shape of that bread looked familiar." He let go, and his daughter used her knife to spread some sweet cream on it. She did not notice, but Nijil looked as if a spirit walked over him. Jylliene glanced at him briefly, a quizzical expression on her face. What was that about? she wondered, then as Nijil returned his attention to his own bread, she did similar. Something to ask about later, perhaps. He had already mentioned the bread reminding him of home; this may not be the last moment that would trigger some memory, perhaps unexpected or strong ones. Minutes passed as they ate their bread and drank their tea. Annisha insisted she have the same as her father, but she seemed to not like it as much. His gut complained as the news from Chirakis swam in his head. One thing obvious as he entered the Rihan military was keeping secrets was his weakest trait. If the information revolved around tactical and political issues, he had few issues. When the item was more personal his body let him know how hard keeping silent was for him. "Did you see how the bread is shaped like the birds in my amulet? Pretty neat don't you think?" she asked cheerfully as she bit the bird's head off. Nijil swallowed his tea then spoke. "Um-" he began, then was cut off. “Not now it doesn’t,” Jylliene chuckled, seeing the girl devour it. “That was always what I did with any animal-shaped treats. Bite the head off first,” she added with a grin. Both Jylliene and Annisha grinned at each other as they took alternating bites of their bread. Pretty soon Annisha had more in her mouth than she could swallow, looking like a Denobulan chipmunk with her puffy cheeks. It took some doing, but she slowly got the mass of bread in her before the entrees arrived. First Nijil's soup and salad. The garden greens were crisp and the soup steaming. Annisha's meat pastry stuffed with spicy sauces created wisps of hot vapors as well. Jylliene's choice spread across the table the most, the portions larger than she had anticipated. The vegetables looked cooked in the ground and the poultry only freshly prepared. Somewhere on the station must lay a secret room full of a variety of Rihan-only food for carnivore and herbivore appetites alike. The other restaurants on the commerce level were just stabbed in the back by the arrival of this Rihan establishment. No one spoke as each of them dug into their choices. The waiter came back minutes later to refill teas and restock the bird-shaped bread. After a few minutes it became clear Jylliene, Annisha, and Nijil were having their first true family moment. Each content in their food, each smiling at each other bite after bite, sharing moments together while the universe outside their table churned on. The worries each of them had before they ate melted away. If they thought about it they'd know this feeling was fleeting, but no one let their thoughts drift out of the moment. Until... "Father, this is just like home, only better." Annisha wiped the mess of red sauce covering her face. "Can you see if they can get food like this to go? They could put it in a bag and you could bring it him like my real father did on ch'Rihan." Nijil took a moment to process what she was saying and did not answer, but the worry buried in his gut bubbled up to his face. He looked suddenly cold. He wiped his own mouth searching for an answer among the twisting emotions her question spawned. Jylliene glanced to Nijil, gathering that something was bothering him. “We’ll need to ask. It’s certainly excellent food. I wouldn’t mind having it at home,” she replied, figuring that she would ask him later what the issue was. Perhaps it was her references to her ‘real’ parents? He found it fortunate his e'lev answered rather than he because the emotions he felt were not abating. The food was so good tonight there would be no doggy bags, but Annisha's plea for Rihan food was genuine. She got up out of her chair to look at the large bird cage perched at the front entrance of the restaurant. Nijil got out of his chair next, but looked like a food poison victim. Following them, Jylliene admired the bird in the cage with Annisha. "Look! It's a nei'rrh, just like your Rihan shuttle," Annisha exclaimed with delight. Her new parents gave her space to watch the bird, but Nijil moved closer to Jylliene. As they held onto the railing he put a hand over hers and grasped tightly. He leaned into her ear and whispered. "Jylliene...they're alive."
  13. Leave it Nijil remained in a state of worry ever since Jylliene arrived back on the Aegean. Her departure unexpected and, as he would learn later, fraught with danger. He and Lawliet at first had no idea what happened to her. The the cloak never faltered before and a technology getting through THAT was a feat Nijil had yet encountered. Cloaking fields, by design, protected the interior from exactly these type of incursions. Evidence mounted of a rarely-encountered matter transport, but not of Federation or Rihan design. After even more research they deduced the transport used a dimensional fold. Scattered records of this technology indicated unhealthy results with continued use. The meeting in the Aegean conference room only complicated matters. His thoughts raced and he needed to ease his mind, and hunger. Standard issue glasses and plates laid on a small table of Jylliene's quarters. Lit by a single candle in an otherwise dark room, the atmosphere provided few distractions. Steam rose from the replicated food the computer chose for them. They both were starving. As they sat at dinner, she looked at him. “Quite a mission so far.” "Ie," he agreed in Rihannsu. "Several unexpected events." He looked up from his hot soup, studying her face for any sign of trouble. The thought of the dimensional fold compressing her molecules through a micro-wormhole sent his mind plotting worse-case scenarios. Untold danger. "I got to command the Aegean." She smiled slightly. “How’d it feel? Other than the unexpected circumstance leading to your taking command.” "She's a larger ship and when I fly the Nei'rrh it's only me and a few passengers." He lit up. "Lawliet rejected my urging to take the Aegean down to the planet." He gave a slight smile. "We just stayed put and waited." “Good,” she replied with a chuckle. “It certainly had me on edge enough when we had not yet established contact with the team.” With a more serious expression, she added, “I imagine you were worried.” "Na, not really," he lied. "After a moment of command structure confusion our teams got to work." “Might work on your skills of deception,” she remarked. Nijil sighed. "I'm an engineer, not a Tal Shiar agent." “I know,” she said, smiling at him, and reaching out to clasp his hand briefly. “I suppose you have your work cut out for you over the next few days.” "I suppose so. I guess we both aren't in command any longer and neither of us have had much sleep." He moved his hands around the tableware and touched hers. "Are you sure you are alright?" Nodding, she replied, “Yes. A little bruised, perhaps, from when I was ‘escorted’ to the room Commander Ramson was in, but beyond that, fine, or I’d have gone to medical.” "Fine? Really? Do you know what that folding does to you, what it had to do to locate you through the cloaking field? How it found the resonance frequency. The computer is still doing the simulations so we can protect ourselves against it." He squeezed her hand with a little bit of his temper, but only for a moment. "I'm sorry." Nijil looked at the soup bowl as if it had answers. It only replied with steam. He spoke again. "This mission just makes me wish for home. I miss my quarters, my daughter... our daughter...us." A realization hit him. "Dealing with stress has not been a strong suit of mine. Give me a shuttle flight or temperamental piece of technology I'm fine. Distance me from the people I care about for an extended period, not so much." Jylliene glanced down at her food, then back up at Nijil. “Perhaps what we both need is a little reconnecting,” she suggested, with a slight smile and a quirked eyebrow. "Something wrong in engin... oh.." Nijil was often a little slow on intention. His smile widened as he interlocked his hand with hers. He started to stand and moved her hand to his lips, kissing each of her fingers one after the other. In his haste his other hand knocked over the half-empty wine glass. Still at her last digit his eyes looked over to see what had happened. Only a spill. His eyes revealed a laugh. "Leave it." “Leaving it,” Jylliene replied with a slight chuckle as she stood and followed him. ______ Notes
  14. This log got diverted to Sky Harbor Aegis and found by an engineer working on the messaging system there. The headers were FUBARed, so he routed this to it's destination instead. Enjoy.
  15. The air grew thinner, and Erich knew his time was running out. The most important thing, if he couldn’t save the ship...he had to tell Keb. “I lo…” he projected as he lost consciousness. *** Eight days ago: Erich had left Earth for Betazed after two days with the Mizu family. He needed a break from the chaotic emotions in the household. Keb had encouraged him to go home, to reassure his family that reports of his death were exaggerated (or perhaps understated). Three weeks had passed since, though they’d sent regular subspace messages. Keb suggested they try a holographic messaging system she’d heard about. “It’d be like being together, holonovel style.” Erich made the arrangements, including permission for a personal transmission in the midst of ongoing testing, and stood in the holodeck waiting for the operator to make the connection. After a few minutes the backdrop changed to an early morning meadow. Light years away on Earth, Keb waited with impatience for the hookup to work. The scenery shifted from the grid to green dandelions and blue sky. Keb adjusted her dress again. It matched her teal hair ribbon. “Erich?” she called out. "Hello?" A disembodied voice called out. "I can't see you. I'm seeing a field." “I’m in the field,” she answered. Inches away from her, a flickering image of Erich’s body formed. She couldn’t help reaching for his hand, even knowing it was just a hologram, but the image flickered away before she could take it. “This isn’t working quite as advertised.” "I thought you'd be in that dress. Can't imagine they're let you in there with no clothes." He stated. His image stabilized. Keb blushed and shook her head. “Are your parents okay?” "They had another party for my return. Father is still working in the clock shop, mother still cooking. They wondered why you did not show, and thought something happened to you." “I’ll come see them next chance I get. I-I just needed to be with my family...so much has happened for them, and so little for me. They insist I haven’t aged a day.” Erich laughed. "Mine said I look ten years older. I agreed." He paused. "I wanted to mention something, your parents felt cold toward me. I meant to ask about that earlier." “They can’t help what they’re feeling,” Keb said. “I’m sorry. They don’t hate you...they just spent a year mourning me and...I think they were jealous that you were with me the whole time.” She sat down in the grass, pulling his hand to join her. He didn’t feel quite right--the hologram was good, but it didn’t feel like him. “This is weird,” she murmured. "You are telling me. You have no depth. An emotional disconnect." He stared and thought a moment about something she said. "Jealous? I thought they'd be grateful. I did not expect jealousy. I am no one to covet, believe me. Being with you was great, but knowing anything I told you washed away like an ocean tide, my life became hard to bear." He squeezed her holographic hands tighter. She could feel the pressure, but despite the physical accuracy of the hologram, she couldn’t convince herself they were his hands. She could not explain what felt off about it; she closed her eyes and didn’t try. He was too far away for her to think to; while it was still a strange way to communicate, it was also strange not to have Erich aware of her every thought and emotion when he seemed so close. “I wish I could’ve helped you more,” she said. “But there is something special between us, that anyone would envy. Even my dad’s accepting the fact that....” She shrugged her shoulders as she searched for the words. “I love you.” "I know. I could sense all that." He felt the image crackle; Keb flickered as if she was nothing but a dream. He stiffened up, then clasped her right hand in both of his. "It's not all bad; I learned some basic Rihan language, got my books read, and learned far more about the crew than I ever wanted. But, more importantly, I have a better control of my overactive mind. I'll show you when we get back." He smiled as his image blurred then cleared up. She nodded. “I can’t wait till we get back to Manticore. I...wish I could kiss you, but…” "Oh, come on, let's try." Erich tilted his head as he went in for a holographic kiss. She did as well and... ZAP! Both of them were flung backwards. Erich started to laugh hysterically. "I," he gasped, "guess they still have some bugs to work out. I don't think a kiss was in the specifications report." He laid on his back laughing. Keb caught his infectious laughter and scooted nearer his hologram. “It’s okay. Shore leave’s over in a week.” He sat up and brushed himself off. "Oh, something for you." He waved his hand and a flat box appeared at their side between them. "The holodeck has replicator technology. I can give you things on your side. These are from Betazed, molecularly encoded, but from here.” He pushed the box towards her. She opened it, and pulled out a dozen hair ribbons, handwoven with Betazoid patterns. “They’re beautiful; thank you. Kansas will despise them.” A tone rang overhead. "I think that means…” Flicker "that our time..." Snap "is almost..." Crackle "Up." Pop Keb stood. Everything was gone except for the ribbons in her hand, and she was again surrounded by the holodeck grid. She closed her eyes, reminding herself that she’d see him soon--that they’d have much more time together in only a week. *** The air on the bridge was so thin. Keb couldn’t focus; she couldn’t even get to Erich. They’d had so little time together. She slumped over her console. With her last bit of strength, she thought back to him: I kno…