Daughter's Keeper [Alyssa, Nathan]
Jun 4, 2017 12:16:44 GMT -8
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Post by Lt. Commander Alyssa Jenison on Jun 4, 2017 12:16:44 GMT -8
//“Please state your name and date of birth for the record,” a feminine voice sounded from off-camera.
From across the table, the young woman looked from the source of the voice to the camera lens. “My name is Jaylin Alisha Landry. I was born December 24th, 2389.”
“Thank you, Miss Landry,” the voice responded. “Am I correct in assuming that you are daughter of Alyssa and Nathan Landry?”
“Yes,” Jaylin tersely replied.
The interviewer paused for a moment as she looked over her notes and then continued. “Can you describe the circumstances that brought you to the USS Talon on stardate 87048.05.”
Jaylin deeply sighed. “I came back to stop my mother’s death.” She hesitated, realizing her explanation was no longer accurate. “I came here thinking I could stop it.”
“When you say ‘came back’, you are referring to—“
“Time travel, yes.” Jaylin interrupted.
“Please state the exact date from which you traveled,” the interviewer continued undeterred.
“September 12th, 2413.”
“You came back two and half years to prevent her death?”
Jaylin nearly rolled her eyes at the interviewer. “Yes! That is what I just said.”
“Please remain calm, Miss Landry. I know these questions may seem redundant, but there is a certain protocol that I must follow.” Jaylin shook her head in a non-committal acknowledgment.
“You are aware that the woman you claim to be your mother has in fact denied knowing you, and has never been married to Nathan Landry?”
Jaylin’s eyes shut as if to unhear the news that had already been delivered to her. “Yes. I know that. It’s because they aren’t my parents.”
“You do carry remarkable genetic markers to both of them that would legally suggest you are their daughter. But there is no record of your birth nor your existence in any database we have access to.”
Jaylin opened her eyes again, but did not look at either the camera or the interviewer. “I’m still trying to figure out what went wrong. Jeff promised me that it would work.”
“Jeff?”
“Jeff Solaris,” Jaylin finished. “He helped me build the machine that sent me here. He is…was…a family friend.”
The interviewer paused again for more notes. “Our scientists believe that when you traveled back, you reached the time you were intending to reach, but somehow the spatial bubble that had formed around you was pulled into a crack in our quantum reality. You ended up here instead of in your own timeline.”
Jaylin just shook her head in disbelief. All her work. All her dreams were smashed in the blink of an eye. She had failed, and that failure was irreparable.
“And as you know, our doctors also confirmed that the damage to your body makes it extremely risky for you to attempt any other such attempt.”
“In short,” Jaylin summed up the point. “I’m stuck here. And my mother will never live again.”
The interview paused again, but this time out of sympathy for Jaylin’s pain. “I am truly sorry about what happened to your mother.” Jaylin glared at the woman, but said nothing.
“I am duty-bound to inform you that in our quantum reality, there is a temporal prime directive in place that forbids the interference of past events. Your actions, though understandable, may also be illegal.”
Jaylin said nothing.
“We are still discussing with the Judge Advocate General whether or not the circumstances would qualify as violation considering you are not from our timeline, but I—“
“Can I speak with them?” Jaylin interrupted her mind a mile away from the interviewers topic.
“Them?”
“Nathan Landry and Alyssa…”
“Jenison,” The interviewer finished. “We…haven’t decided if that is a wise course of action yet. And I have to seek their permission before any arrangements could be made.”
Jayling again said nothing. She continued to look distant; almost broken.
“Why don’t we take a break for now,” the woman suggest. Jaylin did not affirm or reject the suggestion. The interviewer continued.
“Alright. We will continue this conversation tomorrow. This is Lt. Commander Jenna Settles logging off.”
The screen went blank for a moment, before it shifted back to the image of a dark-skinned human woman in her mid-30s.
“Lt. Commander Jenison, Mr. Landry: here is the interview tape that you requested. Obviously, there is much more ground to cover. Her counselor is concerned that meeting you both…and you especially, Commander…would keep her mother alive in her mind and further forestall the healing process.”
“But I wish to know from the both of you what you would like. Do you wish to meet with her? Please think over your decision, and let me know when you reach a final conclusion.
“You know how to contact me. Settles out.”//
Alyssa tossed the PADD onto the coffee table and remain quiet for a long moment. Their room was quiet after communication ended, save for the push and pull off the ocean in the distance. She didn’t look to Nathan, and, for a second, nearly forgot he was there on the couch beside her. She wasn’t sure how to feel, much less how to respond. She decided to allow him to speak first. Maybe he knew the best way to handle this.
Tag: Nathan Landry
From across the table, the young woman looked from the source of the voice to the camera lens. “My name is Jaylin Alisha Landry. I was born December 24th, 2389.”
“Thank you, Miss Landry,” the voice responded. “Am I correct in assuming that you are daughter of Alyssa and Nathan Landry?”
“Yes,” Jaylin tersely replied.
The interviewer paused for a moment as she looked over her notes and then continued. “Can you describe the circumstances that brought you to the USS Talon on stardate 87048.05.”
Jaylin deeply sighed. “I came back to stop my mother’s death.” She hesitated, realizing her explanation was no longer accurate. “I came here thinking I could stop it.”
“When you say ‘came back’, you are referring to—“
“Time travel, yes.” Jaylin interrupted.
“Please state the exact date from which you traveled,” the interviewer continued undeterred.
“September 12th, 2413.”
“You came back two and half years to prevent her death?”
Jaylin nearly rolled her eyes at the interviewer. “Yes! That is what I just said.”
“Please remain calm, Miss Landry. I know these questions may seem redundant, but there is a certain protocol that I must follow.” Jaylin shook her head in a non-committal acknowledgment.
“You are aware that the woman you claim to be your mother has in fact denied knowing you, and has never been married to Nathan Landry?”
Jaylin’s eyes shut as if to unhear the news that had already been delivered to her. “Yes. I know that. It’s because they aren’t my parents.”
“You do carry remarkable genetic markers to both of them that would legally suggest you are their daughter. But there is no record of your birth nor your existence in any database we have access to.”
Jaylin opened her eyes again, but did not look at either the camera or the interviewer. “I’m still trying to figure out what went wrong. Jeff promised me that it would work.”
“Jeff?”
“Jeff Solaris,” Jaylin finished. “He helped me build the machine that sent me here. He is…was…a family friend.”
The interviewer paused again for more notes. “Our scientists believe that when you traveled back, you reached the time you were intending to reach, but somehow the spatial bubble that had formed around you was pulled into a crack in our quantum reality. You ended up here instead of in your own timeline.”
Jaylin just shook her head in disbelief. All her work. All her dreams were smashed in the blink of an eye. She had failed, and that failure was irreparable.
“And as you know, our doctors also confirmed that the damage to your body makes it extremely risky for you to attempt any other such attempt.”
“In short,” Jaylin summed up the point. “I’m stuck here. And my mother will never live again.”
The interview paused again, but this time out of sympathy for Jaylin’s pain. “I am truly sorry about what happened to your mother.” Jaylin glared at the woman, but said nothing.
“I am duty-bound to inform you that in our quantum reality, there is a temporal prime directive in place that forbids the interference of past events. Your actions, though understandable, may also be illegal.”
Jaylin said nothing.
“We are still discussing with the Judge Advocate General whether or not the circumstances would qualify as violation considering you are not from our timeline, but I—“
“Can I speak with them?” Jaylin interrupted her mind a mile away from the interviewers topic.
“Them?”
“Nathan Landry and Alyssa…”
“Jenison,” The interviewer finished. “We…haven’t decided if that is a wise course of action yet. And I have to seek their permission before any arrangements could be made.”
Jayling again said nothing. She continued to look distant; almost broken.
“Why don’t we take a break for now,” the woman suggest. Jaylin did not affirm or reject the suggestion. The interviewer continued.
“Alright. We will continue this conversation tomorrow. This is Lt. Commander Jenna Settles logging off.”
The screen went blank for a moment, before it shifted back to the image of a dark-skinned human woman in her mid-30s.
“Lt. Commander Jenison, Mr. Landry: here is the interview tape that you requested. Obviously, there is much more ground to cover. Her counselor is concerned that meeting you both…and you especially, Commander…would keep her mother alive in her mind and further forestall the healing process.”
“But I wish to know from the both of you what you would like. Do you wish to meet with her? Please think over your decision, and let me know when you reach a final conclusion.
“You know how to contact me. Settles out.”//
Alyssa tossed the PADD onto the coffee table and remain quiet for a long moment. Their room was quiet after communication ended, save for the push and pull off the ocean in the distance. She didn’t look to Nathan, and, for a second, nearly forgot he was there on the couch beside her. She wasn’t sure how to feel, much less how to respond. She decided to allow him to speak first. Maybe he knew the best way to handle this.
Tag: Nathan Landry