To Boldly Go, Again.

Posted on Sat Jan 16th, 2021 @ 5:47am by

Mission: Season 4: Episode 3: Guided by Starlight
Location: Transport Ship/USS Elysium
638 words - 1.3 OF Standard Post Measure

The trip had been long enough and Aerin hated being couped in a tin can with other people who did not know the meaning of a quiet journey. There were several Ensigns, a few enlisted who were excited that they were heading to the Elysium and their enthusiasm was a little grating.

Aerin was looking forward to it as well, this was not to be questioned but they were disrupting the reading of her book. It was an old one, written in Vulcan and it had seen better days as the quality had began to fade. It was a book by Ambassador Spock written so many years ago before he passed. Truly a sad day for the people who could not feel it and for the Federation as it lost one of its most precious sons.

She had spoken to Caeda, her daughter, about her transfer to the Elysium. Caeda was on the Apollo and had made department head, Chief Medical Officer. Aerin could not be prouder and was asked by her daughter why she had never sought higher positions, why she stayed in the same role from place to place.

Answer she got was, she was happy in what she did.

There was wonder in learning about species they did not know about, Hells even the ones they did. There was always some fascinating piece of information, to Aerin anyway, that made a difference and could explain why they acted in certain ways. The violent nature of Pre-Vulcans hence they turned to logic being one example of such.

Klingons held a strange obsession of Aerins. She could not explain why but she was enthralled by their history, the way their society worked. Looking at it and judging it without knowing you would think they would implode upon themselves, destroy what they have or simply go on a rampage that would engulf the quadrant… the latter happening more than once when tempers flared.

She had met a few Klingon warriors, a merchant or two and even a lawyer, who were scarce as it was. There was one meeting that she will always remember, a layover on DS9 where she met with Worf. It was nothing spectacular but one night she had been drinking and gotten into an argument with some locals and they became aggressive. Worf stepped in and became her knight in shining armour as humans say. She thanked him and they got talking…

One thing about her species, they can get anyone to talk about anything, most of the time. They have a low form of telepathy, some call it empathetic telepathy, in which the recipient of such feels so at ease with the El Aurian they spill their inner most secrets, desires, plans. You name it, they will say it.

Aerin did not use it much. She tried to be good.

They parted in the wee hours of the morning and Worf saw her off, just to make sure the local ruffians did not try and meet her at the door so to speak. They keep in contact albeit not as frequently recently.

Her daydream was interrupted by a muffled noise and a thud. The transport had landed, and some had already begun to depart. There was a young man that offered her a hand to rise and she took it gracefully and smiled. “Thank you.” She said simply as she gathered her small bag and began to move out.

The Elysium’s shuttlebay was incredibly large and one might think she was compensating for something but that was another thought altogether. The ship was a marvel, the pinnacle of recent technologies that Starfleet had churned out.

Shuffling along with the other gawkers she smiled.

Time to settle in to a new home. Make some friends and boldly go and seek out some new life.