Post by Lieutenant Robin Star on Oct 16, 2015 11:10:41 GMT -8
"How long has he been sitting there?" A woman asked from the balcony catwalk that lined the edge of the shuttlebay. The two male officers she asked both looked across the bay, their gaze focused on Robin sitting in the middle of an empty bay, crossed leg and staring at the ground. It was where Sig had been standing when he perished.
"I don't know, he was like that when I started my shift like 20 minutes ago..." Responded one of the officers, the expression of concern clear on his face, just as it was on the female who looked even more worried for her chief.
"Ya know, if he stays there any longer he's gonna get a hemorrhoid." Said the second man, scoffing at his own joke. The woman turned her head sharply at the man and punched him in the shoulder.
"Hey!" She exclaimed, she could easily rant about the level of disrespect from the attempted humor but she wasn't in the mood. The passing of Sig had affected her, just like everyone but few had served with Sig since the days of the Peregrin, and Robin was one of them.
At that moment, Robin lifted his head to look directly at the three stooges as if he had heard their conversation even though he hadn't. Immediately, the three officers's eyes widened and in a flurry of movement, scrambled to move in an attempt to look inconspicuous and failed massively as they all bumped into each other. A nervous laugh, a rub of the back of the neck and a tuck of hair behind the ear and three them quickly went their separate ways to get back to work.
From across the bay, Robin saw the moment of panic and despite how drowned he felt in the loss of Sig, he could not help but smile briefly at the second of comedy. His gaze fell down to the ground again, and a heavy sigh escaped his mouth.
Not even a full 24 hours and Robin missed him already. The very idea of a Talon without Sig seemed so incredibly absurd. That was why he was here, where he could seek to find that moment of acceptance, and allow himself to mourn. Officially, he could do that later, as the memorial was supposedly happening either later today or tomorrow but it felt necessary to be here, where it happened. As if this was the closest he could ever get to the man he respected and admired so much.
Thinking about the potential of the memorial tomorrow, Robin winced at the thought. His birthday. He didn't really about the birthday itself but it was hard not to think about it, the circumstances of all his previous 'special days'. War had started around the last time, Kinin and he had abandoned each other and now again, Kinin was gone, for how long he did not know and it terrified him.
Would he ever see her again, either by choice or death... or would she come back with another war to follow? Would they find what they were looking for? Again, Robin felt uneasy knowing what it was, the potential it had for the Klingon Empire and like the emptiness of his heart without Kinin by his side, it scared him.
And on top of all that, it would be a birthday without Sig.
Robin looked away from the floor and to his hands that rested in his lap, along with what resided between his palms. He moved his fingers over the object in his hands, it was black with spots of white. Finally, he turned it over in his hands to he was able to stare back at the small model of an orca whale.
It had been a small gift from Sig, it hadn't even been a birthday, just one day the man in blue gave him this model. In all honesty, Robin hadn't appreciated it at the time, it wasn't as if he had a huge interest in the sea and the creatures that dwelled there though the sailing part of it appealed to Robin but... there just hadn't been enough time to ask for lessons.
The orca reminded him of a famous story, the Enterprise and the whales. He smiled, remembering the fond re-telling he had heard plenty of times in the past. It was funny how the future of the human race had depended on two unique whales.
Robin's index finger skimmed across the main fin of the orca, it was different to what he expected, it was curled, did that mean something or was that simply how it was born? Was it weaker, was it teased by other whales? Robin's gaze narrowed as he considered the parallels of the whale story, and that of his not appreciating of the gift at first, as well as the passing of Sig.
Appreciate all life, because you never know, that one you looked down on could very well be the one to save you. Had the lesson be learned? Robin wanted to say yes but in truth, as a species, as individuals, they were all still at school.
"Sail well." Robin finally whispered and with that said, he stood, pocketed the orca and moved away from Sig's resting spot.
Tag: Any - End Robin if appropriate (not expecting anyone to waltz into shuttlebay)
"I don't know, he was like that when I started my shift like 20 minutes ago..." Responded one of the officers, the expression of concern clear on his face, just as it was on the female who looked even more worried for her chief.
"Ya know, if he stays there any longer he's gonna get a hemorrhoid." Said the second man, scoffing at his own joke. The woman turned her head sharply at the man and punched him in the shoulder.
"Hey!" She exclaimed, she could easily rant about the level of disrespect from the attempted humor but she wasn't in the mood. The passing of Sig had affected her, just like everyone but few had served with Sig since the days of the Peregrin, and Robin was one of them.
At that moment, Robin lifted his head to look directly at the three stooges as if he had heard their conversation even though he hadn't. Immediately, the three officers's eyes widened and in a flurry of movement, scrambled to move in an attempt to look inconspicuous and failed massively as they all bumped into each other. A nervous laugh, a rub of the back of the neck and a tuck of hair behind the ear and three them quickly went their separate ways to get back to work.
From across the bay, Robin saw the moment of panic and despite how drowned he felt in the loss of Sig, he could not help but smile briefly at the second of comedy. His gaze fell down to the ground again, and a heavy sigh escaped his mouth.
Not even a full 24 hours and Robin missed him already. The very idea of a Talon without Sig seemed so incredibly absurd. That was why he was here, where he could seek to find that moment of acceptance, and allow himself to mourn. Officially, he could do that later, as the memorial was supposedly happening either later today or tomorrow but it felt necessary to be here, where it happened. As if this was the closest he could ever get to the man he respected and admired so much.
Thinking about the potential of the memorial tomorrow, Robin winced at the thought. His birthday. He didn't really about the birthday itself but it was hard not to think about it, the circumstances of all his previous 'special days'. War had started around the last time, Kinin and he had abandoned each other and now again, Kinin was gone, for how long he did not know and it terrified him.
Would he ever see her again, either by choice or death... or would she come back with another war to follow? Would they find what they were looking for? Again, Robin felt uneasy knowing what it was, the potential it had for the Klingon Empire and like the emptiness of his heart without Kinin by his side, it scared him.
And on top of all that, it would be a birthday without Sig.
Robin looked away from the floor and to his hands that rested in his lap, along with what resided between his palms. He moved his fingers over the object in his hands, it was black with spots of white. Finally, he turned it over in his hands to he was able to stare back at the small model of an orca whale.
It had been a small gift from Sig, it hadn't even been a birthday, just one day the man in blue gave him this model. In all honesty, Robin hadn't appreciated it at the time, it wasn't as if he had a huge interest in the sea and the creatures that dwelled there though the sailing part of it appealed to Robin but... there just hadn't been enough time to ask for lessons.
The orca reminded him of a famous story, the Enterprise and the whales. He smiled, remembering the fond re-telling he had heard plenty of times in the past. It was funny how the future of the human race had depended on two unique whales.
Robin's index finger skimmed across the main fin of the orca, it was different to what he expected, it was curled, did that mean something or was that simply how it was born? Was it weaker, was it teased by other whales? Robin's gaze narrowed as he considered the parallels of the whale story, and that of his not appreciating of the gift at first, as well as the passing of Sig.
Appreciate all life, because you never know, that one you looked down on could very well be the one to save you. Had the lesson be learned? Robin wanted to say yes but in truth, as a species, as individuals, they were all still at school.
"Sail well." Robin finally whispered and with that said, he stood, pocketed the orca and moved away from Sig's resting spot.
Tag: Any - End Robin if appropriate (not expecting anyone to waltz into shuttlebay)