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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Jan 22, 2011 22:16:04 GMT
The journey had been long but the Mercy family finally set foot on Starbase Resurrection again. The last few weeks had been trying for them, given Naois' personal issues and especially since had cracked emotionally while on duty. It had earned him a little brig time and orders to see a counselor, which he had done. Additionally, five year old Delon had been added to their family after they had learned the boy's mother had been killed.
All in all, Naois was quite glad to be home, he had never stopped considering this base his home, even after having been away for a good year. The smell was familiar, even a little new-ish now that the starbase had been completely restored to it's former glory. His office had been relocated, and refurnished, waiting for him to resume his duties as trainer and counselor. Truth to be told, Naois was quite eager to resume teaching, it was what he liked and enjoyed doing, regardless of his still present fear of flying with cadets. Plus, he still did fear his own mortality, as he had once admitted to a cadet. Outliving a cadet was always a prize he would be paying.
He was also pleased to see that Valeia too was happy to be home, and eager to take up her new duties in sickbay. Neither would be returning to the Phoenix for now, taking time to settle back into a normal work routine, and taking care of their three young children. Unfortunately, Laura was still very picky at who held her, even now she was able to walk and talk a little. Surprisingly, she very much took to her new older brother, desiring to be in his company and putting up a right tantrum if he didn't want to.
While Valeia went to check out sickbay, and get re-acquainted with her old friends, Naois made his way to their old quarters, taking his time to settle his children in and make sure things were in order before Valeia would come home. What he didn't expect, however, was a visit from K'Nara Corval.
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Post by K'nara Corval on Jan 22, 2011 23:07:22 GMT
JP Between Naois and K'Nara
The Klingon was dressed in a Klingon dress indicating she was on down time. It was strange to see, for Naois had witnessed this occurrence rarely. K'Nara's hair seemed longer and curlier than ever before. She looked at him and said, "I heard you were back on Resurrection."
"You heard correctly ma'am," the half-Vulcan replied, almost timidly. His calm was a façade, his emotions awhirl and close to the surface for more than one reason. "We have only just arrived, Valeia has gone to sickbay to meet with old friends, while I take care of our children."
K'Nara predictably ignored the part about the children. It was also a rare occurrence that the Klingon showed a maternal gene. She had executed her patience on waiting to be invited so just stepped into the quarters. "Which begs the question? Why are you back on Resurrection?" It was an empty question. Of course she had been keeping tabs on all her old crew since they had gone to pastures new.
"It is my home," Naois replied simply, "I desired to return here, after a period of dysfunction on the Voltaire. Star base life just agrees better with me than star ship life." It wasn't exactly a lie, but without prompting he wasn't going to tell her about issues that he considered private, or also in his case, between himself, a chief medical officer and the chief counselor.
"Naois," K'Nara said sitting down and for a brief moment looking confused at the small romulan who was pottering around. She decided not to pursue that further. “Do I look like as the humans would say, “like I was born yesterday?” She had wanted him to explain in his own words, thinking after the time they spent together up until he had jumped ship to the Voltaire they had been dare she say it friends. “Holo addiction and a breakdown. What happened to you out there?”
"It was not necessarily an addiction though I had sought help from the start in regards to that. Upon reporting to Voltaire I went to the chief of security, and informed him of my issue." Naois did defend his problem, though in the same phrase also acknowledged having one rather than denying it. "My problem is not the holodeck ma'am, it is my...need...to feel alive. To be made acutely aware of my own mortality. That is my problem. It became worse when Valeia fell dangerously ill and slipped into a coma. I lost complete control over myself." The Vulcan positively looked ashamed. "I hurt my friends, in more ways than one. I hurt Melanie."
The Klingon didn't seem to react much. "She's a tougher warrior than you give her credit for Naois and she was the one who alerted me to your return. She holds no ill will. Sometimes we do hurt people. I have a temper, a big ugly one. I have done the same in the past. You have to move forward. Bring yourself back to the warrior you truly are in your heart. Rededicate your purpose."
"I try," Naois admitted, "it is difficult. When Valeia fell away, everything seemed to fall apart. My wife was taken from me due to illness; my children were taken from me because of my own difficulties. My duties were taken from me, as I was deemed incapable of performing them, my liberties were taken because of my holodec problem, and my freedom was taken when I cracked and hurt my friends. I had nothing left K'Nara, nothing. I had lost everything I held dear. What was I to do?"
The Klingon nodded. "You regroup. However my thinking is you don't regroup on Resurrection. You see, I am in dire need of a counselor who I know will kick me into shape when I need it and my sickbay really isn't as efficient as it used to be. What do you think? Would a commission onboard a star ship keeping a grumpy ex spy Klingon challenge you enough? Your liberties will be back and as for the holodec, I can come to a compromise there."
"I do not believe I am ready yet to return to serving on a star ship," Naois answered, "however i will take it under consideration. I do not require re-instatement to my old rank, I am. content being a lieutenant."
“Well the Klingon in me says that’s crazy talk but the Starfleet in me, says that when my chief counselor advises me something’s not ready yet – well I have learnt to listen. I’m not taking no for an answer. When you’re ready, your office is waiting. Don’t take too long though or I will be forced by stubborn Klingon pride to kidnap your entire family and make it look like I wasn’t involved. Now are you offering me a drink?”
Naois blinked, unable to hide his surprise. "If you insist," He acknowledged on her offer of a position, "Raktajino, or would you prefer something stronger?"
K'Nara shook her head at the stupid question. "Of course something stronger. Besides I have good news to tell you. Merzan and I are betroved once more. Lets both toast to . . . . New beginnings."
"New beginnings," Naois agreed as he had the replicator make a blood wine for K’Nara, and a Vulcan blend tea for himself. "I am...pleased, to hear that you and Merzan are betrothed again. You deserve some happiness in your life for once."
"And you will get yours back," she clinked glasses with him.
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