Ensign Jaran Jira - Alone Together
Jira Jaran
((Sacred Marketplace, Ferenginar))
Storm: First off. Thank you for refraining from the useless advice. As to my plan? I’m going to get on a transport … ::Glancing at her chronometer.:: … in an hour and a half, and try to make it to Kelara Station before they leave.
Jaran: That's a good start. What about when you get there, though?
Storm: I’ll try to talk some sense into Kona ::Her jaw tightened:: … my husband. And if I need to, I’ll see if I can find a security officer to hold him until I can get a judge to rule on Cassie’s custody.
Jaran: Seems appropriate. I mean, no one should just be able to walk away with a child, regardless of their reasoning, without some oversight. All told, though, you seem to actually be handling this better than I would expect.
Storm: I’m past questioning, feeling hurt, or angry.
She made eye contact with Jira. The tightness at the corner of her eyes was the only indicator of someone in the calm eye at the centre of an emotional storm.
oO Betazoids are too good at that. Oo
Storm: Most of the time …
Alex looked like she was about to say more, but she stopped herself and took a drink first.
Storm: I’m numb. ::Her entire face drew in on itself.:: It’s hard to keep feeling when feelings hurt so deeply.
She eyes closed and drew in a deep breath. Opening her eyes again, she tipped her forehead slightly down and lowered her shoulders as she exhaled.
Storm: But I haven’t lost my determination.
Jira leaned back in the stool. Almost too far, which would have been a disastrous clatter at the end of a heartfelt outpouring. They processed what they'd heard, quietly, then made the decision they knew had been coming.
Jaran: Ok. You've got a plan, internal and external. You're set, one way or the other. Grab your drink!
Jira picked up their drink and stood. The juice was almost gone anyway, but they weren't letting a drop go to waste.
Storm: Response
Jaran: Oh, I guess I wasn't as clear as I'd meant to be. Internal monologue and all. I'm coming with you, and we need to book my seat before the transport leaves.
They knew this could go one way or another. The lieutenant was obviously fiercely determined, and that usually came along with some noble idea about independence or self-sufficiency or whatever they felt like calling it. But they lived in community, and that was just kind of nonsense. They all relied on each other constantly. Whether she'd put up a fight about it was the question.
Jira looked intensely into Alex's eyes and silently dared her to argue.
Storm: Response
Jaran: It's settled then. The transport leaves soon, and the lines everywhere on this planet seem to be ridiculously long and inefficient. Why there are lines at all for something like this, I'll never know. Are their computers all on strike or something?
Storm: Response
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