Dharma

Posted on Sat Oct 1st, 2016 @ 5:38am by

Mission: Mission 2 - Contagion
Location: Five Forward - USS Bunker Hill
Timeline: One Year Prior
929 words - 1.9 OF Standard Post Measure

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Rokar was the first to arrive at Six Forward. The lounge was busy with crew, both Starfleet and civilian personnel, milling around the room. He decided to take a seat at one of the tables lining the forward view port; someplace where his father could easily find him. He noticed a small group of Romulans at the bar on the far wall speaking with some of the diplomatic staff. He made a mental note to keep an eye on the group. It was hard enough keeping tabs on their computer access habits, he didn't need them messing with the other delegates. It didn't take long for the elder El Aurian to arrive along with what appeared to be a younger man in civilian clothing in tow.



"So old man," Alexei began, "whose this person you want me to meet?" Zax grinned as he scanned the crowd, ignoring the question for the time being. That was when Alexei spotted this odd man waving at them from the other side of the room. He tilted his head; there was something familiar about him, but what exactly, the teen wasn't certain of.

"Gramps, who is that?" He asked. Zax's grin widened as he zeroed in on the odd man across the room.

"Roak," he murmured. It wasn't exactly an answer, but he gave the teen no chance to press further as he turned back to him. "C'mon, Lex." The command was simple, though it confused the hell out of the teen. Still, Alexei chose to follow his guardian until he saw a reason to do otherwise. They came up to the table, and the man stood with a slight half-smile.

"Father," the man said.

"WHAT?! Alexei squawked. He stared at his great-grandfather as if he'd grown a whole second head.

Zax let out a sight as he rolled his eyes. "Lex, your mouth is hanging open," he said. It took a moment to register, but once it had, he slowly used the back of his hand to close his jaw. All the while the other man was looking between the two of them with a completely confused look on his face.

"I feel like I'm missing something here," he said. Finally locking his sights on Alexei, the man asked: "Who are you?" Alexei tried to formulate an answer, but his mouth just simply wouldn't form words more complex than "ahh." Zax's mouth on the other hand, still worked perfectly.

"Roak, this is Alexei." His smile grew fond as he continued; "My great grandson." Roak simply tilted his head as his smile took on a bit more warmth.

"Its nice to meet you, Alexei," he said. Finally, the teen was able to snap himself out of his stupor long enough to answer. Though before he could, Zax continued with the introductions, seeing the questions forming between the two of them.

"Lex," he said as he turned to him. "This lieutenant Rokar Quas..." he trailed off, obviously not entirely certain as to how he should proceed. When it came to family, seeing something like this was a rarity. In fact, in all of the short time that he'd known him, Alexei had never known his great grandfather to be one for indecision. Then his nerves seemed to calm as his smile grew in size and warmth.

"Your grandfather." Alexei felt like somebody had sucker-punched him; and by the looks of it, so was Rokar.



Rokar fought to regain his composure at the revelation. That made for the second time today that he'd discovered another member of his family. Alexei went flailing and tumbled from his seat.

"LEX!" Zax shouted as he lept into action. Had he not already been holding onto the table, the security officer was certain that he would be on the floor with his grandson.

"I-I'm fine! I'm fine," the teen continuously muttered. Somehow, Rokar knew that he was telling the truth. In the short time he'd known his father, he'd discovered that the old man had a knack for cutting right to the chase. Alexei finally made it back in his chair, and stared at Rokar, making him slightly uncomfortable.

Just as the trio had begun to settle, they heard one of the Klingon's shout from across the room; "Pa'TaQ!" The group looked at to the bar just in time to see a chair go sailing through the air away from the pair of Romulans at the bar.

"Typical Klingon. You never know your place." One of the Romulan's said. Rokar leapt towards the group before they could turn this issue...whatever it was, into a full-blown interstellar incident.

"Alright, that's enough!" He shouted as he caught one of the charging Klingon's.

"Huk'Tek! Unhand me!" The Klingon snarled. The sound of weapons being drawn caught his attention, thankfully, it caught his father's as well.

"That's a nice disruptor you've got there," the pilot said as he grasped the Romulan's hand. "Come here often?" Had the situation not been so tense, Rokar might have laughed. The doors opened again as ship's security began filtering into the room. He was about to let the Klingon go, when he heard something rustling behind him. He turned just in time to see the butt of the other Klingon's mek'leth strike him along side his ocular implant.

The last thing he heard before falling into the black was Alexei tackling the Klingon while shouting "GRANDPA!"

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Lieutenant (JG) Zax,
Chief Flight Control Officer,
USS Bunker Hill

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Lieutenant (JG) Rokar Quas,
Admiral Timor's Staff (Security),
USS Bunker Hill

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Alexei Eagle,
Civilian (Dependent),
USS Bunker Hill