Commander Tomas Falt: What's in the box? (Part 2)
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Tomas Falt
Apr 22, 2026, 6:44:03 AM (yesterday) Apr 22
to 'Braya of Clan Ralnek' via USS Eagle – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
OOC: This sim continues from my last but is also part 2 for this sim back in November:
https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-eagle/c/FBefHtePU2c/m/wT_-X5ExBQAJ
((Falt’s Quarters, Room 502, Deck 5, USS Eagle-A))
Tomas had just ended what should have been a very pleasant conversation with his mother and was now
back behind his ancient desk, pouring himself another pot of coffee.
They had had a wide-ranging conversation about a variety of topics, but the thing sticking with him was the expression of concern which had crossed her face when they'd talked about the fate of the USS Eagle. He'd known she always worried about him, what mother wouldn't, but it was the first time the matter had ever come up between them, even indirectly.
He finished pouring his coffee and lifted the mug to savour the aroma, but the mix of guilt and sadness at his mother's reaction prevented him enjoying it as much as normal. He knew it was natural for her to worry, but that didn't make him feel better.
He sighed. What he really wanted right now was to be as far away from a Starship as possible. Ideally camping in the true wilderness of an uncolonised planet somewhere. Perhaps he should arrange such a trip for his next shore leave, and bring his mother along too? He couldn't change how his career impacted her, but at least he could make the effort to spend more time with her.
The idea of a wilderness trip reminded him of what had been in the box that Tersus had brought him from Denali. He set his coffee mug down and pushed his chair back so he could lean down and reach the bottom draw of the antique wooden desk open. He carefully slid it open, grasped the metallic box inside, and lifted it onto the desk. His careful movements were to make sure he didn't damage the antique desk, the box itself was made of a monotanium-titanium alloy, specifically designed to survive the destruction of the starship around it.
He pressed his hand onto the control panel. A small light on the side changed from green to red as his biometric identification was confirmed. A panel popped proud of the boxes metallic surface by a centimetre, releasing a brief hiss of cool air as the controlled environment inside the box equalised with the room
Tomas smiled as the panel rose and flipped over completely, revealing a book. Not just any book, a family heirloom from the twentieth century; an original draft copy of the wilderness survival manual by Lars Falt, a distant ancestor. It was a matter of family pride that it had never been in storage, or more importantly through a transporter. It was literally the same book his ancestor had hand written notes in all those centuries ago. It was ancient, and valuable and cherished by his family.
Tomas turned a page almost reverently and began to read, his guilt fading as he reread the first chapter.
They had had a wide-ranging conversation about a variety of topics, but the thing sticking with him was the expression of concern which had crossed her face when they'd talked about the fate of the USS Eagle. He'd known she always worried about him, what mother wouldn't, but it was the first time the matter had ever come up between them, even indirectly.
He finished pouring his coffee and lifted the mug to savour the aroma, but the mix of guilt and sadness at his mother's reaction prevented him enjoying it as much as normal. He knew it was natural for her to worry, but that didn't make him feel better.
He sighed. What he really wanted right now was to be as far away from a Starship as possible. Ideally camping in the true wilderness of an uncolonised planet somewhere. Perhaps he should arrange such a trip for his next shore leave, and bring his mother along too? He couldn't change how his career impacted her, but at least he could make the effort to spend more time with her.
The idea of a wilderness trip reminded him of what had been in the box that Tersus had brought him from Denali. He set his coffee mug down and pushed his chair back so he could lean down and reach the bottom draw of the antique wooden desk open. He carefully slid it open, grasped the metallic box inside, and lifted it onto the desk. His careful movements were to make sure he didn't damage the antique desk, the box itself was made of a monotanium-titanium alloy, specifically designed to survive the destruction of the starship around it.
He pressed his hand onto the control panel. A small light on the side changed from green to red as his biometric identification was confirmed. A panel popped proud of the boxes metallic surface by a centimetre, releasing a brief hiss of cool air as the controlled environment inside the box equalised with the room
Tomas smiled as the panel rose and flipped over completely, revealing a book. Not just any book, a family heirloom from the twentieth century; an original draft copy of the wilderness survival manual by Lars Falt, a distant ancestor. It was a matter of family pride that it had never been in storage, or more importantly through a transporter. It was literally the same book his ancestor had hand written notes in all those centuries ago. It was ancient, and valuable and cherished by his family.
Tomas turned a page almost reverently and began to read, his guilt fading as he reread the first chapter.
NT / END
Commander Tomas Falt
Strategic Operations Officer
USS Eagle-A
J239807TF2
OCC: The last couple of Falt sim are revisiting bits of his background many
of you may have missed as some of it was first introduced way back on the USS Juneau!
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