Ensign Jaran Jira - A Tactical Retreat

[Jira Jaran]

(( Hermitage, Northern Plains, Rylor ))

Jira stepped out the front door of the small cabin and stretched. Deep breaths brought a pleasant scent, reminiscent of the breeze off their family's fields on Bajor. There was nothing but tall turquoise grass as far as they could see in every direction except for the copse of tall, wide trees behind the cabin.

They had beamed down a few minutes earlier after making arrangements to stay at the so-called hermitage. It was maintained by an elderly prylar who just couldn't manage to stay retired, and Jira had already had an amazing conversation with him at the Bajoran temple he tended. Rylor had been the spot many Bajorans, seeking to wash away the wounds of wearying conflict, chose to settle, and they had brought their faith with them.

There wasn't much to the cabin. It was just one room with a bed, a chair, a desk, and a tiny kitchen area. Out back, a carved stone shrine to the Prophets stood among the trees on a large square of stone tiles. It was perfect to Jira, and they could already tell the three days wouldn't feel long enough.

Jira spent the rest of the day wandering the grounds, praying, and meditating. They worked through the exercises given to them when they were still a novice ranjen, and they found renewed strength in the doing.

After sleeping the first night, Jira woke to another beautiful day. But this day, something was missing. They'd made enough breakfast for two, but they didn't know why.

Jaran: I cannot eat all this. What was I thinking?

But as they stood and pondered, a thought occurred to them. Their mind wandered back to Callis. To sheltering under a rock while lightning flashed around them.

oO Breakfast for two. Oo

They tapped their comm badge.

Jaran: =/\= Doctor Jaran to Commander Munro. Would you like to join me for breakfast?

Munro: Response

Jaran: =/\= Wonderful! I filed my coordinates before leaving the ship. Come and get it while it's hot. =/\=

Munro: Response

Jira sat back in the chair and read while waiting for the whine of the transporter. After a couple of minutes, they heard the commander appearing outside on the front porch.

Jaran: ::loudly from inside:: You can just come on in!

Munro: Response

Tags/TBC

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Ensign Jaran Jira

Medical Officer

USS Artemis-A

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