[USS Charon]
Aayla shot up from her bed as she woke up from the most peculiar dream. She then looked out her window to see warp stars instead of the ships. No Victory, No Ha'voria, and no Romulans! There was something about that last image though that made her cringe, Romulans, she was one of them....... and the woman she looked........... familiar. Something about her Aayla recognized. She shook in her sheets as she bent over her knees.
She was reminded of all that had occurred in the last two days, being boarded, being shot at, almost taking Commander Falcon's head off and being saved by the Captain.
"The Captain." Aayla muttered.
Maybe Aayla should talk to her? Her head ached and as she turned to look in the mirror she stopped to look. The picture was no longer black and white; it was black, white and red, or green. Aayla laughed softly at the thought. It had all made sense when she stepped into Astrometrics, she was a Va'Ree, nothing remarkable to her about that. And in that room all had been unraveled. The very escenece of her self had been swept away.
She was no longer Aayla bree Shore Bre'accoria, she was someone else in the blink of an eye.
She needed to talk to someone, not a counselor this time. Someone who had experience with this, being you one moment and being someone else the next. She had the same outward appearance but she still didnt feel like her self, she was someone else and only one name came to mind on who might have experienced this..
Shiarrael t`Rehu.....
Aayla threw her battle uniform on because of its easy on, easy off and walked slowly towards the turbo lift. She sank back against the wall of the turbolift as it sped towards deck 2 and when it opened in front of the Captains Quarters she laughed. The one woman that everyone was out to get or to kill was her choice for a person to talk to. Curious indeed.
She rang the chime weakly and waited for a reply.
Shiarrael was in the middle of a difficult decision. She slid her hands into the massive pile- her fingers coursing through the soft Tholian silk dresses that she had stacked on the coffee table. Vibrant turquoise, sapphire, emerald, and ruby fabric rippled from her grasp onto the carpet. She tilted her head, grabbed the sapphire dress and stepped over to the mirror pressing the soft fabric against her chest. She stared at her reflection for a moment and carefully smothered the thin wrinkles on the dress away. "This will do" she sighed dreading the dinner with her cousin.
Hearing the door chime Shiarrael turned around and tossed the silk dress atop the others. She approached the door and opened it by tapping the side console- when she noticed the cadet standing in front of her she resisted the urge to frown at the combat uniform "cadet we are no longer at combat status- wearing such a" she paused- Starfleet combat dress was truly abominable but it would do her little good to berate the cadet "there is no need to wear that for the moment. What can I do for you?"
"I'm Romulan." Was all Aayla could say.
"Romulan?" Shiarrael tensed for a second- was this cadet mocking her? Was it some ploy to get a rise out of her? She expressed her irritation in the frown she had tried to keep from displaying "cadet I have little time for jokes. What do you need? Otherwise return to your quarters."
Aayla rolled up her black sleeve to reveal the dried green cut. "It's supposed to be red." Aayla stated.
Shiarrael studied the mark, reached out and touched it and then squeezed it causing a fresh drop to seep from the crack in the scab. It was green. "Cadet, I am not a doctor" she looked at the young woman curiously "go to sickbay to be examined."
Aayla nodded her head. "Yeah you're right but I don't feel comfortable talking with a doctor about this, or a counselor....." Aayla paused to think. "For some odd reason I feel talking to you will make me feel better about this." Aayla explained.
"I am not a counse-" Shiarrael paused, studied the woman, mentally groaned and stepped back "please come in." She smiled; although sincere it was thin laced with irritation. She walked over to the coffee table and picked up the pile of dresses draping the impressive collection across the back of a chair "sit down, would you like something to drink Cadet?"
"No no I'm fine." Aayla stated weakly. "Do you know what today is?" Aayla asked, knowing the Captain wouldnt know.
Shiarrael glanced at her chrono- her eyes focused on the time rather than the date. "I am aware of the date but not its significance." She said making her way to the replicator and ordered one glass of water. Returning to the table she sat down across from the cadet and placed the glass of water onto the table sliding it towards the young woman "tell me about it."
Aayla smiled. "For the next eight days the Vree will be known as the Va'ree, our original name, not very catchy but it serves a purpose." Aayla explained. "And the Senate will decided our knew Chancellor to lead the Republic and decide if the Vree deserve to be called Va'ree again." Aayla explained. "It's along the lines of Romulans, and Rhihansu, we are called both but one is our true name." Aayla explained.
It was hard to repress the laughter- obviously this child was ignorant so she would excuse the mistake "my people have always been Rihannsu cadet. To the Federation we are 'Romulans' such a strange name- its origin quite interesting but somewhat insulting. We have never been anything but Rihannsu. I am not familiar with your people however."
"It's a long story." Aayla explained.
'It is always a long story' Shiarrael thought and glanced at her chrono again "I have a meeting I must attend cadet. Please visit medical and I will discuss this with you further after the doctors have analyzed you." She let the cadet finish the glass of water before escorting the young woman back to the corridor "report to medical, it is an order." As Aalya walked down the corridor Shiarrael stepped back inside and shook her head "how strange."
[To be continued]
Captain Shiarrael Rehu
Commanding Officer
USS Charon
Cadet Aayla Bre'accoria
Stellar Cartographer
USS Charon
