Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 13:42:46 GMT -8
As soon as Kealan received the message from Starfleet, he recalled the crew from their very short shore leave while he headed to the Bridge. After reviewing the message twice, he gave orders to the helm to depart from the area immediately to a heading he designated. That done, he headed to bed for a short, not-so-restful sleep. He didn't want to alarm the crew unnecessarily as most of what Starfleet told him had been filtered through several entities before it even got to them. Still, the knowledge Kealan held didn't make for getting a good night's rest.
In the morning, he woke for the fifth time and pulled himself into a seated position on the bed, his back against the bulkhead. There was an empty spot next to where he had slept and he placed his hand there, feeling the residual warmth. She had left without a word. Grabbing the second pillow, he held it up to his face and inhaled deeply. Just like the scent, the relationship wouldn't last. He'd be lucky for it to make it a week. He slid his legs over the side of the bed and stood, feeling the coolness of the floor under his warm feet.
A quick shower and a power drink later, Kealan was on the Bridge, looking as if he hadn't a care in the world. It was all an act, one honed for years, so much so that it was as much a part of him as the color of his skin, and another reason why he had a hard time with relationships. During arguments, a woman seemed to want to see emotion on the face of her man. There were occasions when the term Vulcan was thrown at him. He could easily show joy, not so much drama or heartache. Yet, that's what they seemed to want.
"Report," he said as he sat. This was going to be a long day. He could feel it in his bones.
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In the morning, he woke for the fifth time and pulled himself into a seated position on the bed, his back against the bulkhead. There was an empty spot next to where he had slept and he placed his hand there, feeling the residual warmth. She had left without a word. Grabbing the second pillow, he held it up to his face and inhaled deeply. Just like the scent, the relationship wouldn't last. He'd be lucky for it to make it a week. He slid his legs over the side of the bed and stood, feeling the coolness of the floor under his warm feet.
A quick shower and a power drink later, Kealan was on the Bridge, looking as if he hadn't a care in the world. It was all an act, one honed for years, so much so that it was as much a part of him as the color of his skin, and another reason why he had a hard time with relationships. During arguments, a woman seemed to want to see emotion on the face of her man. There were occasions when the term Vulcan was thrown at him. He could easily show joy, not so much drama or heartache. Yet, that's what they seemed to want.
"Report," he said as he sat. This was going to be a long day. He could feel it in his bones.
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