Time to think.

Posted on Sun Jan 10th, 2021 @ 4:30am by Commander Sthilg
Edited on on Sun Jan 10th, 2021 @ 4:43am

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Sthilg's hut.
Tags: Roll Call
519 words - 1 OF Standard Post Measure

The cold water felt good against the old lizard's real hand as he scooped another handful of clay from the river bank and ladled it into the wooden bucket at his side. At his age, you'd learned to take the good feelings as much as he could.

Picking up the wooden bucket along with another one the lizard carried them back towards his holographic home away from home and the small construction site of the earthen oven he was working on.

Some of his team had told him he was mad for doing this when he could just replicate it all, but the gorn was beginning to appreciate making things with his hands.

Besides, it helped him think and after his last three patients, he needed time to think. Children were always hard to treat. Abused children were even harder to treat. The girl had broken down and told him everything when he'd be treating a cut on her arm.

Their father had died around three years ago and their mother had been abusive towards them even before that. Without him to protect them she had often gotten drunk and attacked them. The community heads didn't believe them and had left them with her.

Using his medical clearance he'd had them removed and scheduled to be transferred to federation child protection services. He let out a sigh as he placed down the heavy buckets near the tarp where he was mixing them with straw for his oven. How could a mother treat her own children so badly and how could her supposed fellow religious not investigate further.

He let out another sigh as he began mixing the clay, sand, water, and straw before he carefully played it on the layout he had built for his oven. It needed to be big he was planning on using it to make the whole crew a bread loaf.

Why were some of these cases getting to him like this he wondered as he worked? Was it he know had a family of his own and his gentle mind was wondering how anyone in the universe who had this blessing could think of hurting them. He paused his hands dripping with the mixture of clay, sand and water.

Maybe it was because he was getting on in years. He'd already outlived his own species normal lifespan several times over and he was feeling all of his two hundred and fifty years in his veins.

He should talk to someone as soon as this mission was done and the upcoming baby boom of the ship's female population was over.

Yes, he'd do that he said nodding his head as he made sure the oven was at least six inches fix on the walls. Padding in the fuel for the burn he added a burning branch to start the burn before he took a seat to watch the flames. He smiled as he felt the warmth from the fire reach his old bones.

Picking up a beer he smiled as he watched the flames as he sat there with nothing, but him and his thoughts.