New Start -- Part 1

Posted on Fri May 10th, 2019 @ 9:01pm by

1,011 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Episode 98 - A Raid on Peace
Location: USS Aderson, On the way to Starbase 400
Timeline: MD 1

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The dark stillness of the room was pierced by a deep guttural growl and the high pitched shattering of glass.

Panting, Isaiah, sat up abruptly, his eyes snapping open chasing the last vestige of a nightmarish memory that came from the darkest time in his life that simultaneously led to the acquisition of his most valuable treasure.

He sat in the sweat soaked bed trying to calm his breathing. After several minutes he was able to see that in his fight to awaken he’d knocked the glass of water that stood on his nightstand every night to the ground shattering it and sending several hundred slivers and shards scattering across the carpeted floor.

He spent several minutes more trying to get his breathing under control and then slipped out of bed from the other side. He padded to the washroom splashing cold water on his face in a vain attempt to free himself of the shadows that haunted him from his past.

He gripped the side of the sink and looked up to find his pale reflection staring at him. He sighed and took several more deep breaths to try and draw in much needed oxygen.

Sighing he hurried back into the room to clean up the glass from the floor. It took him longer then he thought and when he finally found himself on the sofa not even the hum of the ship at warp would lull him back to sleep.

He scrubbed his hand down his face and did the only thing he could think of. He showered, had breakfast, and then headed down to the Strategic ops department. He wasn’t really a member of the crew on the Heart but they had been kind enough to lend him use of a station so that he could read up on his new home and crewmates at the Starbase.

If it had been up to him, he’d not have taken this posting. In fact he’d have left Starfleet. To be frank he’d disliked the idea of returning to Starfleet after how they’d treated him but what could he do. T’Mira was still in Starfleet. She’d taught him more about forgiveness then he cared to know. To their credit the admirality in the fleet had known that they’d messed up big and in a bid to assuage their guilt or in an attempt to appease him so that he wouldn’t do something rash like see a JAG member launching a lawsuit against the fleet they’d not only made him Assistant Chief Strategic Ops they’d also given him command of a ship that was linked to the station. The USS Van…something.

Shaking his head he sighed. They’d played on the fact that a secret ambition of his was to have command and they had given him that…at least in a manner of speaking.

T’Mira had agreed to go with him to help him settle in but was forced to leave early thus arriving early and was drawn to help Hades on his ship the Mercy where she would, at least for this mission, serve as the Tactical and Sec chief.

He had to admit the trip, so far, bad been hard. Since their Time on Bajor recovering T’Mira had been his lifeline and had been with him every step of the way. Waking up alone had been not only been difficult but knowing that she wouldn’t be there once her LOA was fully complete shattered him in a while way that he never would have thought.

Sighing he leaned back in his chair and started out the window at the cascade of lights that was caused by the various gasses within space and that were emitted by the warp system. They were beautiful and he smiled at how T’Mira would always stand fascinated by it all.

Standing up he paced the small room for a while and then settled back into his chair to read the SB400 manifest and to get caught up on what had happened and what was happening. He then moved on to some intel reports that Starfleet had sent his way along with several letters from admirals saying how glad they were he was back. Isaiah had to fight hard to avoid any cussing. Like they cared! All they cared about was that he wouldn’t draw attention to the fact that they’d hung him out to dry and that he’d survived to tell about it. As that thought popped into his head T’Mira’s voice filtered through.

It will all be alright, love. You will see. They truly regret leaving you and for those that don’t you have to be the bigger person and forgive, not for them but for yourself.

While he could approach this from a logical standpoint he was so tempted to bring in his Bajoran passions and temper.

Sighing he tried to relax a little. This was going to be a new start for him. This was going to be a new home and when things were better his wife T’Mira and he would have a real family and a real home. He had to focus on that and hope for a bright future.

This posting would be interesting in more ways than one. He’d not only be working on the Starbase and have his own ship he’d also be in the presence of his unlikely twin. A half-brother born on the same day, at the same time, across the planet. While he, himself, was born to the mistress his brother Michael was born to the legitimate wife. He wondered if his siblings had knowledge of him and what they would think if they did. He’d cut contact with his parents for the moment but he would have given the world to know his siblings. Perhaps this would be the opportunity he’d yearned for. A way to reach out.

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