PNPC LT Yesfir Meyers - When the past comes knocking, you must look forward (Part I)

[LT Tamio K'Wara]

(( Lumeon Eatery – Calle Profondo, Nuova Eleganza Subdistrict, Deck 1046, Starbase 118 ))

 

Y. Meyers: Abba!

 

The cry echoed through the narrow Calle Profondo snaking its way outside the window, the sharpness to the tone a stark contrast to the leisurely afternoon that otherwise dominated the vibe within Nuova Eleganza. Sparsely lit by the heavily atmospheric lighting intended to give the redeveloped ‘Dungeon’ it’s new and trendy image, the heavy gothic and noir deco vision of those who made this area of the Starbase their home was almost impermeable by any forceful attempt at breaking that intent.

 

Even more so within the small eatery, where Yesfir was currently standing at the bottom of the stairs, hands on her hips as she stared down her smaller father. The smaller rotund Human man froze in his tracks, busy as he was carrying a trayful of egusi soup and blood orange lemonade to one of the regulars’ tables.

 

Y. Meyers: My orders were clear, abba! You were to stay in bed.

 

Mandla Meyers, Yesfir’s aging father, hastily rushed towards the regular’s table, even as Yesfir rushed to follow him down the stairs and onto the floor.

 

M. Meyers: So sorry about this, do enjoy your meal, and do co-

 

Yesfir sidled up next to him, wearing the placating facsimile of a smile - so entirely unnatural on her face, you’d be forgiven to think she had to inflict bodily harm on herself to manifest it – as she placed her long, spindly fingers on her father’s shoulder.

 

Y. Meyers: ::high-pitched saleswoman voice:: Do come again! ::glowers at the smaller man:: Bed. Now.

 

M. Meyers: I am perfectly fine, Yesfir! Look at me, I’m all hopla.

 

As if to prove his point, Mandla made short jumps on the spot, which made his daughter even more furious, her scowl overpowering the customer service expression that she’d been taught to assume since she was old enough to carry a tray.

 

Y. Meyers: ::warning tone:: Abba, do not make me repeat myself. Bed.

 

M. Meyers: ::indignant huff:: When I asked you to come back and help out while your mom is off-station, I did not intend to get driven out of my own business!

 

Y. Meyers: Then maybe you should have been keeping up with your monthly check-ups, instead of waiting for your daughter to come home to do it for you! ::starts pushing:: Now, go - you’re making a scene!

 

Her father puffed up his sagging cheeks, evidently not at all in agreement with her analysis of the situation.

 

M. Meyers: I am causing a scene!? ME?

 

Y. Meyers: Like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

 

M. Meyers: Yesfir, I will not-

 

It was at that point that Mandla realized that he was raising his voice, and he grumbled, annoyed, pointing a stubby finger at his much taller daughter. Yesfir, anticipating this response, had already assumed a power stance, her arms crossed and her dark eyes narrowed in response to the incoming attempt at belittling her diagnosis.

 

M. Meyers: ::low grumble:: I am perfectly healthy, young lady, and you will not talk to me like this in my own store!

 

Y. Meyers: I am a Medical Officer of Starfleet. ::tensed jawline:: I won’t have you disrespecting my authority on matters of your health.

 

A tense stare down passed between the two of them, before Yesfir put the nail in the coffin.

 

Y. Meyers: ::whisper:: Don’t make close the shop for the day, abba. You know I will.

 

Mandla puffed himself up, as though about to dare Yesfir to make good on that threat, before he thought the better of it. If there was one thing he knew of his daughter, it was that she made no empty threats. And then, with a huff and a puff, the stocky human stomped his way to the apartment upstairs, and Yesfir nodded, satisfied.

 

The clientele – particularly the newer clientele who had discovered Lumeon since Yesfir’s assignment to the Artemis, and thus had never seen a good old-fashioned Meyers family stand-off – stared as the confrontation winded down, and Yesfir glowered at them.

 

Y. Meyers: What are you looking at?

 

Their food, evidently.

 

oO That’s what I thought. Oo

Satisfied that none of the strangers in the small eatery had any desire to question her filial piety, Yesfir left the floor to take up position behind the counter, now wielding the PADD she’s so briefly left her post to fetch, allowing her weaselly father the time to disobey the doctor’s orders. With the same kind of attention as she offered Sickbay during her shifts of ‘minding the floor’ - so to speak - Yesfir kept an eye on the customers within the eatery as she read through the latest issue of SFMJ.

 

None of the articles were of the truly ‘mind-boggling’ variety – she hadn’t noted any particularly groundbreaking discoveries since the article last year on the effects of Sencha Radiation on biological tissue. It was one of the great cruelties of the universe that the most important medical discoveries tended to happen in the face of conflict, and the war against the Lattice Alliance in the Alpha Isles was no difference.

 

In the larger whole, however, Yesfir was quite for any larger conflict to stay far away from her. The closest larger political players to them were the Klingon Empire and the Romulan Star Empire, and Yesfir had absolutely zero desire for large conflict with those, looking around the small eatery that her parents inhabited in the very nexus of those powers’ spheres of interest. Any conflict with those would put her parents in the line of fire, and that simply couldn’t be permitted to happen.

 

Her train of thought was interrupted as a chime alerted her to new customers entering the restaurant, and she rose from her chair.

 

Y. Meyers: Welcome to Lumeon- ::shocked pause:: Xaadri?

 

Staring at Yesfir from across the room was a face that Yesfir hadn’t seen in years, and yet was very familiar with. Xaadri Tetr, a Petarian woman, stared back at her, large greyish eyes reflecting Yesfir almost like a mirror.

 

Tetr: Yesfir? I- What a delightful surprise!

 

Xaadri – ever the disappointment of her Vulcan stepfather – walked forward eagerly to embrace Yesfir, who simply stood by and let it happen, though with markedly less distaste than was custom for her. Part of the reason for this was, of course, a genuine delight in seeing her childhood friend again after this long, but another part was another jab of shock upon recognizing the person who had entered behind Xaadri.

To be continued in Part II

LT Yesfir Meyers

Pharmacologist

As simmed by

LT Tamio K’Wara

Chief of Operations

USS Artemis-A

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