Capt. Genkos Adea - Hotwiring

[Genkos Adea]

((Yet Unnamed Runabout, en-route to Bolarus))

Genkos looked over at Braya, and waved a hand languidly. The heavier parts of their conversation were now in the shuttle’s rear view mirror (if, in fact they had rear view mirrors) and now they were on to more routine matters.

Adea: Oh, if you could take me down to the Federation outpost, I have a meeting with the Ambassador.

This was not strictly true, but the Ambassador’s second yeoman was an old crewmate’s sister, and Genkos wanted to offer her his condolences. Nurse Nusin had died several years ago, but Genkos had not been in this area of space since they passed.

Braya: Yes, Sir. 

He wondered if she was curious. To head her off at the pass, he spoke again.

Adea: I just want to say, Lieutenant. Don’t stop being an independent thinker, you’re a doer, and I like that about you. But please, just consider the crew the next time. We’re here, we matter, and we want to help.

The runabout sailed through the skies of Bolarus, and Genkos was impressed at Braya’s skills at the helm. It appeared they were going very fast, though he was sure she was in total control. With a glance his way to let him know she’d heard, and was considering how to respond, Braya tipped the craft toward their landing pad. 

Braya: Understood, Sir. I never once thought y’all didn’t matter. I just…didn’t think it right makin’ my mess yours. An’ I get what y’er sayin’. Y’all don’t think that way here. It’s…well it’s a lot t’get used to. All at once. An’ I’m sorry. 

Adea: I don’t know that it’s “all at once”, Braya - you’ve been here for practically a year.

Braya seemed to flinch at something as she put the ship into a final landing procedure.

Braya: Aye, Sir. ::Swiveling her chair to turn to him again, voice humbled:: Capt’n. I know I fouled this up. An’ I got no right t’ask anythin’ of ya’. But maybe just consider this? ::A pause:: Y’see. Ain’t no one where I'm from who called me Braya. ‘Cept my mother. They all just use my callsign. An’ that’s…well that’s how I like it. Feels like home, y’know? If ya' could. If…Starfleet allows that sorta’ thing. 

She glanced away suddenly, and hit the control to open the gangway hatch. Genkos stood up, leaning heavily on his stick as his left leg suddenly realised it needed to be awake. 

Braya: I’m sorry, Sir. It’s silly. 

Adea: What is it?

Braya: ::Glancing back at him, a tiny smile, hope rekindling:: Hotwire. 

Genkos placed a hand gently on her shoulder, and gave it the smallest of reassuring squeezes.

Adea: I’ll see what I can do.

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Captain Genkos Adea MD

Commanding Officer

USS Eagle-A

G239502GS0 

 

"You know, I'm really easy to get along with most of the time, but I don't like bullies and I don't like threats, and I don't like you, Culluh. You can try and stop us from getting to the truth but I promise you that if you do I will respond with all the 'unique technologies' at my command." - Kathryn Janeway