[USS Charon] SD 240912.29| Joint Personal/Duty Log Part I| CMO, ASci & CivNPC| Lieutenant Surian,Cadet Azumi Takada & Nichole “Nikki” Tyler

~Sickbay~

 

Nikki her eyes closed in sleep as she lies on the bio bed. There was slight movement behind her eyelids as she dreamt, a dream that she sometimes couldn't tell if it was real or just her mind wishing it were real.

 

~Dream~

 

"Papa!" She cried out waving him down as her parents were coming home from a mission. She stayed with her father's mother whenever her parents had to go away. She was running to them now, her five year old little hands wrapped around his neck as he lift her into the air and sung her around.

 

"I brought you a galerian diamond princess." Nathaniel Tyler said holding up the diamond he had them craft into a necklace for her.

"Oh papa, thank you." She said knowing she would treasure it forever.

 

"Nathaniel you're going to spoil her if you're not careful." Elizabeth Tyler said her long black hair hanging down around her waist and her solid black eyes smiling back at her daughter and husband.

 

"Mommy!" Nikki cried out and held her arms out to her mother who had always remind her of an ethereal goddess. She hugged her mother fearful that they would leave again… She always missed them when they were gone.

~Sickbay~

 

Nikki laid looking for all the world as if she were very peaceful there was even a slight smile on her lips, but her eyes continued to move behind closed lids… her eyes danced under her closed lids her heart jumping slightly at the memories…

 

~Dream~

 

Her parents had only stayed for a week that time. Leaving her again with her grandmother, she loved the woman dearly, but at 5 years old she was rather active and Nana wasn't as young as she used to be.

 

Her parents had been gone longer this time, but she forced them to keep in contact with her.  She was 7 by the time she got the message that they were coming home. She had run to the port side windows near the docking for shuttles. She jumped as she saw their shuttle and hurried back for her grandmother.

 

Nadia had smiled at her granddaughter as they made their way to the window. However it was then that the shuttle carrying Nathaniel and Elizabeth Tyler had exploded before the eyes of their young daughter and aging mother…

 

~Sickbay~

 

"Papa!" Nikki cried out as she sat up in the biobed breathing heavily and her machine going off. Her hand pressed against her heart and she looked around hoping no one had notice her call for her father… He wouldn't answer…  He hasn't been able to in ten years…  Tomorrow would be her 17^th birthday. He's missed every one of them. She closed her eyes fighting the pain of that loss as well as the pain shooting through her from her heart.

 

Slowly she fell back against the pillow her black hair fanning out on the pillow, opening her eyes she stared up at the sickbay ceiling the violet of her eyes shining with tears she refused to shed. Instead she started to chant a meditation her mother had taught her long ago. One that had been nearly a lullaby, but was closer to a meditation, she had found it in a book on Vulcan meditations a year after her parents' death…

 

Azumi rushed from her office as the girl called out and her monitor blinked in distress. She came over tricorder out and started scanning her quickly."Tyler-san are you alright?" she asked young girl calmly trying to steady her so her heart would no beat too fast. She took a small hyposprey and injected her as her heart rate was much too fast. It was only mild sedative nothing to slow her reaction time or her thinking, just her heart rate."You must be most careful ok, you no can strain you heart." she say softly.

 

Nikki started to calm down with the sedative. "Surian..." She said softly. "Can I see him...?" she asked then she was sorry she had worried the doctor, she hadn't meant to...

 

Azumi look down at the sick teen and scanned her a bit more, comparing her tricoder reading to the monitors. After a few moments she look back at Nikki and nodded."Hai you may have visitors now Tylersan." she said softly. She stepped a few paces away from her and tapped her combadge."Lieutenant Surian please report to sickbay, someone would like to see you." she say happily.

 

[Science Laboratory 1]

 

Surian was sitting at his station going over their recent findings of the Iconians degenerating DNA. It seemed a waste to lose an entire race in such away but it was a fascinating study. He heard his combadge chirp and the doctor's voice ring out. The woman's voice was happy so it wasn't bad news about young Nicole Tyler. He stood and moved out of the lab heading toward the sickbay. "Acknowledged." he said simply as he moved to the turbo lift.

 

[Sickbay some time later]

 

Surian stepped through the doors and moved up toward the Biobed he had left the young miss Tyler in. His face was as blank as ever and his poster as ramrod straight, but his eyes showed a little relief to see her able to sit up even slightly as he came forward. "Ah Miss Tyler, you are looking well compared to our last encounter." he said to her calmly.

 

"I feel better." She said softly. "You look... releaved." She said softly noting the look in his eyes. "I did not mean to cause you... concern." She said softly hoping that was the right word.

 

Surian nodded to her politely."Indeed I must express a certain sense of relief that you are doing better then when we last met. It would be a shame for your light to be extinguished at such a young age." he said to her. For a Vulcan that was a close as you could get to saying he was relieved to see her alive and well. 

 

 

~To Be Continued~

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[USS Charon] SD240912.28 || Joint Log "Family Matters" Part III || Captain Shiarrael t`Rehu & Lieutenant Commander Sakarra Tyrax, Vaek'Riov Itsak tr`Sahen

[I'Rak Prime]

 

 

Not exactly a clear answer, but an answer all the same.
"An order, Vaek'Riov?"
Sakarra was aware of her Captain tensing beside her and it was the only reason that she had not already made her own position clear beyond any chance of misunderstanding. The glare resting on her tugged at something, something vaguely familiar, and she kept her eyes fixed on it, even as the heavy mantle slowly slid off her shoulders and rustled onto the chair behind.

 

And then she nearly laughed. She hid it behind a stare that would have done her mentor proud, the level air of one resting within herself. But for the fraction of a second, it had been there, flickering across her features like a trick of light.
Slender hands reached into the long tresses that had drawn such curiosity earlier, and twisted them into a braid.
"By your leave, s'thora."
She did not look at her Captain, but courtesy required she ask permission before responding to this offense.
"Klee-fah, Itsak tr`Sahen. I must decline."

 

With casual grace Shiarrael lifted her utensil and stabbed the oily slab of meat on Sakarra's plate. Pulling it to her lips she took the morsel whole- she chewed slowly, methodically.
Itsak's gaze was now on her. When she finally finished chewing the slice of roast she swallowed and smiled "delicious, truly, my compliments to your chef." She looked at Sakarra "forgive her; she is not familiar with our customs- however."
Her expression darkened and became rigid like a storm cloud "there is no excuse for your behavior. Your father is thaessu and I know you are familiar with their customs." Her eyes narrowed slightly, just enough to add an edge to her comment "I know you do not care, but if you continue on I will soon become offended."

 

To say that Sakarra was astonished by her Captain's… creative intervention would have been a mild understatement. The statement that she was dealing with another half-Vulcan however came hardly as a surprise.
Slowly, the young woman returned to the posture of comparable ease, head inclined ever so lightly in her CO's direction, hands clasped loosely behind her back. Her half closed eyes however remained on the man across the table.

 

Itsak was infuriated at the mention of his father. His hands trembled but instead of reaching for his honor blade he turned around "I have matters to attend to. Enjoy your meal." He walked away, a pair of servants rushing after him as he went.

 

Once he was out of sight Shiarrael looked at Sakarra "forgive me, I did not expect him to be so hostile. He is not fond of his Vulcan ancestry."
Her eyes were sympathetic "his father abandoned him to return to Vulcan and our grandfather sent him to live with us. I am glad you have self restraint- Quentin needs time to repair the ship." She grinned, it was a playful expression. "Sit down and try some of the tolekrya- my own grandfather, tr'Rehu, not the other fool, loved this vegetable- it is especially good when roasted carefully with salt and little else. However it should not be eaten raw- very uncomfortable night for those who do."

 

Sakarra gave a courteous nod and gracefully slid back into her seat, pulling the coat back over her shoulders.
"He may not be fond of it, however he cannot hide it" she murmured quietly before selecting some of the vegetables her Captain had pointed out. The scent was certainly agreeable.
"Abandoned?" the young woman could not hide the timbre of surprise in her voice as she pondered this revelation "Quite unusual, unless it was by wish of the lady in question. And I must commend you on your unorthodox, if effective approach on diplomacy, Captain. Please accept my apologies if my ignorance of your customs has created this… situation. "

 

"It was not your fault, it was mine. I never expected him to be so…" she paused for a moment, sliced a piece of meat, slipped the juicy morsel into her mouth as she thought on her words. When she swallowed she continued her thought "angry. Why his father returned to Vulcan I do not know, it was not something I was privy to. Though I do not believe it was at his mother's request. She was quite distraught and later died." She sighed and slid her plate away full. One of the servants rushed forward and lifted the plate out of Shiarrael's way "he was always restrained when we were children- responsible. His behavior tonight is different."

 

This at last caused two elegantly arched eyebrows to climb considerably.
"I see." Sakarra had tried the tolekrya and found it even more agreeable than expected, but after savoring the flavor and texture as was due to something so carefully prepared, she replaced the fork as well and steepled her fingers under her chin.
"The anger is not surprising, then, Captain. Such behavior is most unbecoming a Vulcan and in ages past would have been considered sufficient reason for the offended house to declare war, if the matriarch decided so. However, without any further knowledge it would be pointless to speculate. Perhaps this is merely proof that Vulcans are as prone to become victim of our passions as our distant cousins."

 

The wind had picked up considerably by now and sent the torch flames flickering, throwing patterns of light and shadow over the two women sitting at the table laden with opulent food.
"And perhaps this anger that surprised you so will give you an understanding of why we chose to lives the way we do. Because if what I've seen is indeed the heritage left to your cousin by a Vulcan, it was little more than a harmless flare of annoyance."

 

Shiarrael stood up. She could smell the sweet perfume of flowers as a heavy gust carried several petals across the table "let us return to the ship" her eyes studied the surroundings, the flicking torches creating a tapestry of shadows on her face "I do not feel comfortable here. It is too much like home." She looked down at her helmsman "and there is an old saying among my people Sakarra. Perhaps we are not tepid and cautious as our cousins but 'certain it is and sure: love burns, ale burns, fire burns, and politics burns. But cold were life without them.'"

 

"With the possible exception of politics, I would have to agree." the young Vulcan stated levelly as she moved out of the chair in one fluid movement and gave a courteous nod of thanks to the attending staff.
"Yet as you yourself observed once, the Vulcan sun burns hot and bright, and it knows no mercy."
Almost languidly, Sakarra picked one of the petals out of the air and looked at it for some long moments. "What is it like, to have a place like this and know it to be home? To never be cold under a gentler star?"
She became aware the poor servants were watching her with strange looks on their faces and set her features from the deeply thoughtful expression to the appropriate calm.
"You are quite correct, Captain. It would seem it is time to return."
She released the petal and it tumbled away into the darkness, carried by another gust of cool and fragrant air.

 

A smile was Shiarrael's only response to Sakarra. She held some affection towards the young woman. Not so much for similarities- the two were quite different, but perhaps an old question, one as old as the ancient halls of her home world. If S'Task had not led the sundered from Vulcan- is this how my people would be? A whimsical rhetorical bit it was but nonetheless fascinating. As she pressed her commbadge she grinned, 'how much I have learned this year.'

 

[End Log]

 

Captain Shiarrael t`Rehu
Commanding Officer
USS Charon

 

Lieutenant Commander Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helmsman and Acting Executive Officer
USS Charon

 

Vaek'Riov Itsak tr`Sahen
Leih
Galae'Krha-Sei

 

 

 

 

[USS Charon] SD240912.28 || Joint Log "Family Matters" Part II || Captain Shiarrael t`Rehu & Lieutenant Commander Sakarra Tyrax, Vaek'Riov Itsak tr`Sahen

 

[I'Rak Prime]

 

"You have changed little Shiarrael." Itsak studied Sakarra for a moment but then nodded his head and led them through the gardens. Torches lined a small pavilion where a table was neatly set up and furbished with an assortment of delicate china. He beckoned the two Starfleet officers to sit before taking his place across from them. Servants rushed in with several dishes. All of them exotic and fancy. As the table of set he looked at the pair "it must be difficult to serve the Federation."

 

"As easy as it is to serve the Empire." Shiarrael answered.

 

"It must be difficult serving under her?" Itsak's gaze was now on Sakarra "she had quite the reputation in the Galae, Riov Yhisu- are you familiar with the terminology lady Vulcan?"

 

"No more so than most other ship's Commanders I should think." the young Vulcan gave a brief, appreciative nod towards the servant bustling about behind her, hoping it would make him either leave or at least settle down somewhat. She was accustomed to being attended to, however having a complete stranger do so, and a mildly hyperactive one at that, was enough to make the most stoic Vulcan blink.
"In fact, it is rather refreshing if one's commander is clear about her wishes." Not to mention that she was quite used to demanding superiors.

 

Sakarra let her level gaze linger on the assorted dishes for a few moments and found them interesting, if somewhat excessive for three people.
"And yes, I am familiar with it." her eyes returned to the man across the table, a trace of mild humor shining in the dark pools. "Although her new crew has taken the liberty of selecting their own name for their Captain."

 

"What is that name?" Itsak asked, his eyes were sparkling in the torch light. Servants continued about bringing more food dishes to them.

 

With the evening breeze having gained some momentum, Sakarra was quite grateful for the heavy fabric of her overcoat, although in the unexpected torchlight the red hues became rather pronounced, reminding the young woman of T'Khut's fires reflecting off a dark surface.
"I am certain you are familiar with the terran concept of a tyrant, yes?"
Goodness, one could only hope these people had heard of another concept as well, notably a simple glass of water.

 

"You are quite curious about me Itsak." Shiarrael's violet eyes seemed to glow with each flicker of the torches. Her hands rested in her lap as she poured her gaze over the assortment of dishes "roasted hlai meat, grilled tolekrya, boiled lyhori, this is quite a feast you have assembled for only two people." She gazed at him curiously "not that I do not appreciate such things- but this will be a waste." One of the servants' brought a large bottle to the table and set it down in front of the Shiarrael, she glanced at the label and then looked at Sakarra "rylhrhr- sweet like nectar and much less intoxicating then ale" she glanced at Itsak "you always had a weak tolerance."

 

"And you've always had too strong of one. Whether it is your Komerek matches or the bottles of rhennish you indulged yourself in. It is very surprising that you haven't burned a hole through your gut sipping that acid." He stood up, reached across the table, and grabbed the bottle. Popping off the lid he filled his glass and then the others. "So you have children now, with a hevam no less. Not that it surprises me. You have been rebelling against your parents ever since you slipped out your mother's womb. Never any concern about your house or clan- always about Shiarrael" he looked at Sakarra again "she is indeed a tyrant- especially towards her own kin."

 

This was quite obviously an old argument, picked up where it had been left off. Still, Sakarra could not help but raise an ever so lightly amused brow at the Vaek'Riov's last statement "While I cannot comment on my Captain's past, I believe I should point out that the bestowing of a 'nickname' as it were indicates a certain amount of affection, at least where Starfleet crews are concerned. If the nature of the name also implies a certain … dread … one may safely assume it was chosen to emphasize that the Captain in question prefers an efficient crew."

 

The young Vulcan gave the beverage a critical look and decided that no matter how high or low the tolerance of the two Rihannsu, hers was certainly going to be put to the test. And she was not merely thinking of alcohol at the moment, although that particular issue was at the forefront of her mind. As the sweetness of the rylhrhr reached her nostrils, Sakarra had to suppress a small sigh. It was vaguely reminiscent of pla-savas, although without the tart note, and she would have to be most careful not to … overindulge.

 

 "Always concerned about me" Shiarrael mocked. She resisted the urge to sigh remembering vividly the testy argument they had when she was still in the war college. "Though, I am glad to see you are doing so well" she looked at the selection of courses and sliced herself a small piece of the roasted hlai and took a forkful of the boiled lyhori.

 

Itsak's hard expression softened. He sliced a piece of the hlai meat but instead of placing it on his plate her pushed it onto Sakarra's "try, it is a specialty and one of my favorite dishes." He sliced himself a piece and gingerly bit into it as his eyes lingered on the Vulcan.

 

He had to know. It was one of the few things most people actually did know about Vulcans. So either he was deliberately trying to offend, or it was a playful way of gauging her reaction. The latter, Sakarra had an abundance of experience with, although mostly with humans.
For just an instant, the shadow of a smile played across her serene features and then she inclined her head as gracefully as a matriarch who has been offered a new house by her devoted family but declines in favor of the one she is accustomed to.
"It is most gracious of you that you would wish to share your favorite, Vaek'Riov. However, there is a high probability it will not agree with me, even if my personal preference were not a vegetarian diet."  

 

"Humor me." His eyes narrowed at her plate "Vulcans- creatures with no sense of flavor. The lack of taste as true as it is to their lack of emotion. They pretend to be without- such a perverse custom. Dare you reject my hospitality?" Itsak's expression was now as loathsome as his tone.

 

Shiarrael dropped her utensil onto her plate and glared at Itsak but even she had some curiosity. 'How will Sakarra react?' She wondered. Though her eyes focused on her cousin, her periphery keenly watched the Vulcan helmsman.

 

"Humor you." Sakarra's voice was still as calm and cool as the breeze, and her deep, dark eyes rested on the Vaek'Riov's expression with the emptiness of a desert night before sunrise.
One accustomed to desert nights might have known that at this hour, the merciless sun was not far.
Slowly, the young Vulcan stood up, causing the little servant to back up rather hastily, and let her fingertips rest against the expensive tablecloth as lightly as a fallen leaf.
"I had assumed it was not your intention to offend one you had invited to your home. If that assumption was incorrect, I should appreciate you clarifying the matter."
She did not bother to point out the absurdity of his other statements, they were clearly designed as further insults and therefore not worthy of comment.

 

Itsak stood up and looked down the bridge of his nose at the Vulcan. He was angry and did little to hide it. He focused a hot glare at Sakarra, a sharp look that outlined the thin ridges that crested just above his brows "sit down and eat Vulcan." His hands twitched as he tugged on his belt. The servants were frightened, terribly so, they stood back anticipating something awful. He waited silently, his eyes watching Sakarra like a predator would its prey.

 

 

 

[To be continued ...]

Captain Shiarrael t`Rehu
Commanding Officer
USS Charon

 

Lieutenant Commander Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helmsman and Acting Executive Officer
USS Charon

 

Vaek'Riov Itsak tr`Sahen
Leih
Galae'Krha-Sei