San Francisco
Nov 20, 2014 14:51:21 GMT -8
Lieutenant Robin Star, Lieutenant Eden Nivans, and 2 more like this
Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2014 14:51:21 GMT -8
There was much trepidation among his crew, especially after the rather cryptic shore leave orders had been received. Starfleet had pretty much told them to have fun and expect new orders within the month. The Talon was being evaluated heavily and its future was still undecided. As Kealan walked down the street, he shook his head. They had lost so much. A quarter of the crew had perished in the battle and the ship had given its all to protect those who survived.
The cuffs of his pants had already become covered in dust from the short walk, but the condition of his uniform was not his concern. All around him were the remnants of buildings he had frequented during his Academy years, and it pained him to see the strong faces of the shop owners who were trying to put together the pieces of their livelihood. He tried not to look in the direction of the Academy, knowing he wouldn't see the skyline he remembered. Nothing was the same, not even the hearts of his crew. They had been driven past the breaking point and expected to carry on and protect the home of billions.
His progress was blocked by the wreckage of a shuttlecraft, half buried in the street, and he stepped around it carefully, his hands running softly over its hull in a silent caress, before he continued on to his destination. While Starfleet could suggest they spend their shore leave relaxing and renewing the spirit, Kealan knew where he had to be.
"Kealan!" An arm covered in a dirty gray sweatshirt extended into the air and waved, but the hand soon found its way to the owner's hip instead. "Seriously, you're in uniform?"
"Hard to get me out of it lately," Kealan said as he extended his arms.
The large woman hurried into them, wrapping hers around the slender form of the Captain. "It's been too long." She held him for longer than was proper, but neither noticed. Pulling back, she looked into his eyes. "I had hoped..."
"I know," he said.
She nodded and swallowed hard before smiling and gesturing at the remains of a building. "Just got clearance to sift through it all," she said. The debris crunched under her feet as she moved back to where she had been trying to extract an old cast iron pot from beneath a metal beam. "You come to help or to gawk?"
Laughing, he hurried over. "I suppose it won't help to try and convince you that it's all just stuff."
Her eyes opened wide as if he had just slapped her. "Stuff?!"
"You could just replic-"
"Now listen here. I heard about your ship. It's just stuff, too, you know."
He closed his eyes for a second and shook his head, a smile on his face. "Point taken."
"Did you bring help?"
"I asked. I don't know if anyone will come. They all deserve to..." He sighed as he processed the order from Starfleet. "...have fun."
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The cuffs of his pants had already become covered in dust from the short walk, but the condition of his uniform was not his concern. All around him were the remnants of buildings he had frequented during his Academy years, and it pained him to see the strong faces of the shop owners who were trying to put together the pieces of their livelihood. He tried not to look in the direction of the Academy, knowing he wouldn't see the skyline he remembered. Nothing was the same, not even the hearts of his crew. They had been driven past the breaking point and expected to carry on and protect the home of billions.
His progress was blocked by the wreckage of a shuttlecraft, half buried in the street, and he stepped around it carefully, his hands running softly over its hull in a silent caress, before he continued on to his destination. While Starfleet could suggest they spend their shore leave relaxing and renewing the spirit, Kealan knew where he had to be.
"Kealan!" An arm covered in a dirty gray sweatshirt extended into the air and waved, but the hand soon found its way to the owner's hip instead. "Seriously, you're in uniform?"
"Hard to get me out of it lately," Kealan said as he extended his arms.
The large woman hurried into them, wrapping hers around the slender form of the Captain. "It's been too long." She held him for longer than was proper, but neither noticed. Pulling back, she looked into his eyes. "I had hoped..."
"I know," he said.
She nodded and swallowed hard before smiling and gesturing at the remains of a building. "Just got clearance to sift through it all," she said. The debris crunched under her feet as she moved back to where she had been trying to extract an old cast iron pot from beneath a metal beam. "You come to help or to gawk?"
Laughing, he hurried over. "I suppose it won't help to try and convince you that it's all just stuff."
Her eyes opened wide as if he had just slapped her. "Stuff?!"
"You could just replic-"
"Now listen here. I heard about your ship. It's just stuff, too, you know."
He closed his eyes for a second and shook his head, a smile on his face. "Point taken."
"Did you bring help?"
"I asked. I don't know if anyone will come. They all deserve to..." He sighed as he processed the order from Starfleet. "...have fun."
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