JP: Lieutenant Is’Kah Xiron, Lieutenant (JG) Hana Wright, Ensign S'Rorr, PNPC T'Pa, and PNPC Is'Lath - Truths, Lies, and Mommy Issues Part IV
Persephone J
((Outside Wright Quarters, USS Chin’toka, Docked Starbase 1))
Later, she would be ashamed of herself. Later she would need to cleanse herself in scalding water and meditation on the shame she had brought to her clan. Now, all she could do was breathe between painful sobs.
T’Pa: She hates me. After everything I found her and she has been tainted by his hate.
Is’Kah: Ma’am, you have to understand that her father spent the entire time feeding her with exadrations. As it was, if I wasn’t exploring my emotional side ::she winced:: then Hana wouldn’t have even talked to me. I have spent some time showing her that he was wrong.
Is’Lath: You would have made a good ambassador.
Is’Kah: Mother, please do not tell that to Commander Sherlock. She already makes me do all the talking.
Lightning struck her stomach and heart as the tornado inside her torso raged. T’Pa fought for control that seemed further out of reach than it ever had.
T’Pa: I thought when we received word that T’Hana was here, that I would one day annoy her the way you do Is’Kah. That may never happen.
She placed a hand against the wall and took a moment to finish crying silently.
T’Pa: I used to think all Vulcans struggled to push their emotions down the way I do. I know they say it is a challenge ,but I have come to learn that my efforts are less successful than most. Perhaps T’Hana never had a chance, raised with hate, and given the genes of a weak Vulcan.
Is’Lath: Nonsense, T’Pa. That is illogical, and you know it. There are not many who have faced such challenges. If Is’Kah was lost as a child, I'm not sure if I could have stayed as composed.
Is’Kah blinked a few times, shock filling her from the unexpected admission.
T’Pa shifted her gaze from the floor to the half-Vulcan, half-Trill child. Could this one be the answer to the emotional chaos tearing her apart? She reached her hand out to Is’Kah.
T’Pa: You will help me focus my emotions with all that you have learned?
Is’Kah: That is acceptable.
The hybrid took the Elder Vulcan’s hand. The malstrom of emotions washed over Is’Kah, almost knocking her back. Vulcans felt their emotions so much more intensely than other species, and T’Pa wasn’t any different.
Closing her eyes, Is’Kah projected Mount Seleya. Tall, never moving, lasting eons. It was what many Vulcans in her age group used as their anchor to contain their emotions.
Is’Kah: Slow, deep breaths.
Once the hybrid felt T’Pa’s emotions calm to a hurricane, Is’Kah let go.
(( Wright Quarters, USS Chin’toka, Docked Starbase 1 ))
Hana was trembling in Stoval’s arms, sobbing out the sort of desperate cries that one hoped to never hear their loved one make. He had a sense of what was going on, mostly through the intense emotions he got through their bond and the sudden plea for help that he would always answer, but he also noticed the :group women outside of their apartment included one he vaguely recognized: T’Pa. It seemed Is’Kah was correct and should probably be commended for solving a decades-old cold case, though he wished that it had remained cold if its resolution would leave Hana like this.
Stoval: S’Rorr. Go into the other room and retrieve Teela.
It was an order, but not one meant unkindly and not one he could actually enforce. He could hear the little tribble whining and he could not exactly set his wife down to go fetch her himself. It was also an order that had already been on S’Rorr’s mind. He was half turned to do just that before Stoval even spoke.
S’Rorr: Heeeere we are, Teela~. It’s me, your bud Rory. There there.
Turning his attention back to Hana, Stoval stroked her hair and whispered assertions that all would be well in a soothing tone. He was not entirely clear on what happened, but he could determine through the turmoil in her mind that there was a confrontation about her parentage with the woman outside. She was in hysterics over it and it was the best Stoval could do to attempt to soothe her.
S’Rorr carefully brought the fluffy tribble Teela cupped in both hands. The little critter was vibrating with concern for Hana. S’Rorr felt that, too. He placed Teela carefully on the tribble’s favorite location, Hana’s shoulder.
S’Rorr: There we are..
Stoval: My thanks.
He spoke more for Hana than himself as she seemed to sense that her tribble was nearby and reached out for her. Creature in hand, Hana slowly began to calm until she could speak, her voice hoarse.
Wright: M’sorry.
Stoval: You have nothing to be apologetic about.
S’Rorr: As he said.
Wright: I…I met my mother. Why is she here? What does she want from me after abandoning me? What-::coughing:: why did she react like that? She doesn’t want me. She’s never wanted me.
S’Rorr stayed quiet and Stoval remained a soothing presence as Hana spoke to her friend. She was going through the process.
Wright: She left me when I was still a baby, she doesn’t…she didn’t want a damn thing to do with me then, so why…why now?
S’Rorr: I find that Vulcans sometimes act on deep, subconscious feelings they aren’t fully aware of. She may somewhere deep down feel bad for the situation she helped to shape.
Wright: Even if she does feel bad, it’s too late for that.
Stoval: If she is who Is’Kah claimed she was, then her arrival here was not a change of heart.
Hana looked up at him, confused.
Wright: What do you mean?
Stoval: Is’Kah showed me a memory of hers featuring the woman she believed to be your mother from years ago. It seemed that the loss of her daughter had been a source of turmoil for her from the moment it occurred.
Wright: Show me.
Stoval: Are you certain? It may be upsetting.
Hana leveled a glance at Stoval that had him immediately starting up whatever Vulcan witchcraft he needed to show her.
When it was done, Hana was…confused. The woman in the memory was nothing like what Hana had expected of her mother from everything she had ever been told. It was hard to connect the two in her mind; the cold woman who viewed her as nothing more than an inconvenience and the broken woman in the memory that lost control of Vulcan logic when she lost her.
Which was true, she wondered.
She was reluctant to doubt her father, but neither Stoval or Is’Kah had ever lied to her and, well, her dad had been proving himself a little less than trustworthy at the moment.
Stoval: You will speak to her.
Stoval knew her decision before Hana herself did
S’Rorr: When you’re ready.
Wright: Just…let me get cleaned up first.
((Outside Wright Quarters, USS Chin’toka, Docked Starbase 1))
Is’Kah: Wait out here, I will see if Hana is ready.
The hybrid entered the quarters. T’Pa decided to wait in the hall until Is’Kah let her know T’Hana was willing to allow her into her home. She wiped the tears from face, wishing she had water and soap. Instead, she closed her eyes and meditated to ensure her composure was strong again.
Is’Lath: You are handling this better than I would have, T’Pa.
She took a mental note: Her name is Hana.
Lieutenant Is’Kah Xiron
Chief of Security and Tactical
USS Chin’toka
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Pronouns:
She/Her (Player and Character)
Zha/Zhen (Character)
And
Ensign S'Rorr
Ship's Counselor
USS Chin'toka
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And
PNPC Is’Lath as written by
Lieutenant Is’Kah Xiron
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PNPC T’Pa as written by:
Lieutenant Commander Divya Tam
Chief of Operations
USS Thor
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She/Her (character and player)
And
Lieutenant JG Hana Wright
Engineering Officer
USS Chin’Toka
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