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Why Must You Go?

Posted on Wed Mar 27th, 2024 @ 4:37pm by Kerilia Dosivi & Teevs Dosivi

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Quarters
Timeline: S4E6 : MD 09 03:45h
698 words - 1.4 OF Standard Post Measure

"Ohn, boken n’veelou!" Kerilia stood from the couch rather abruptly. She had a bad feeling when she woke up to the sound of Teevs moving around, which didn't ease when she asked what was going on and he had her sit down. He then explained that he was going on a mission with these people, and that bad feeling only intensified.

Teevs let out a long sigh. The tension of being close to Thaih'ean space sat between them for the last couple of days, only amplified by the nightmares. As much as he tried to shield her from it all, he could only do so much with the sanity he had left, so she had eventually found out that they were at the border of slaver territory. After that revelation, she had been spending more time on the Spheia, away from the quarters. Maybe even away from him. "Ei aporvou sinf. Dekarei Niea ent kemei, phey. N'triv-"

"Seli os n'muren temei kevi?" Kerilia pleaded. She knew about the conditions of their presence on this ship: help these people travel back home, and they will help the Lonians return to their homeworld. This was different, though. Teevs wasn't staying on the ship, he was getting closer to Thaih'ea territory. Why couldn’t he just tell them that they were headed for danger? "Seli polen vee kevi?"

"Ei temou, em welei hevayaka. Aporvou n'krivei wal famou." It was unusual to see people that were so curious. Teevs couldn’t blame it on the species, as many seemed to reside on this vessel, so perhaps it was a galaxy thing. Maybe the species in their Milky Way galaxy were somehow destined to be curious. To be curious about a slaver species, though?

Kerilia shook her head. “Ohn! Kriven n’veelou!!" The idea of Teevs risking his own life for the sake of these strangers didn’t sit well in her stomach. Perhaps it was selfish, but she wanted her father over these people. She couldn’t imagine a life without him, nor did she want to. The mere thought of being alone made her chest ache. “K-kriven n’veelou…”

Teevs saw her concern and stood, gently pulling her into his arms. “N’krivou, Kerilia. N’krivou,” he tried to assure. Deep down, he knew he couldn’t promise such a thing. If the Thaih’ea found out about the landing party, the best thing that could happen to them would be death, but it might be more likely that they would become slaves instead. Teevs didn’t want to know how many of the stories were true. He had to do the best he could to get back to the ship.

For a moment, Kerilia resisted the hug. She didn’t want it to distract from the issue, the fact that Teevs was about to leave. The realisation that this could be the last time he hugged her, however, drove her to hold on to him for as long as she could. “Soa… Ehlisioum kemen soa, Ova.”

This was hard. Teevs knew he was her only remaining parent, and he hugged her a little tighter. “A pheyou, Kerilia. Kemou.” Pulling away from the hug slightly, he gently wiped her cheeks with his thumbs. “Famou-kem.”

The caress of her face was comforting, and Kerilia’s vision blurred soon after she dared to look Teevs in the eye again. Him promising to return was both comforting and terrifying, because it put so much at risk. A girl still needed her father. “E-en pheyou…”

Tilting his head affectionately, Teevs wiped another tear before gently pressing his forehead to hers. “Seli, Ova hiva, le?” he whispered.

Taking a shaky breath, Kerilia shut her eyes and nodded. She could be strong for him, she could get through this fear. At the very least, she could try. “Le,” she answered. The gentle pressure against her forehead vanished, and she opened her eyes to see Teevs stand up and head for the door. Wanting to at least appear strong, she waited until the door shut behind him before she let her tears flow. She could only hope now that he would return safely.


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