MSNPC Kael Ohnari-Dewitt- Car-go if you want to.
Emma Banin
(( Cargo Bay 2, USS Khitomer))
The request was really nothing of the sort. He had been ‘asked’ yes, but he knew that there were no other options. His Father wanted his help with something and since it was in one of the Khitomer’s cargo bays he had made an educated guess as to what it was.
He had found a reconciliation of sorts with his Mother’s younger self. They had an unspoken connection, and it was to him a bitter sweet reminder of what he could, what he most likely would, lose if they succeeded in their endeavours, and yet he still felt an emotional satisfaction at seeing her, speaking with her, holding her hands.
His Father was a sincere and caring man. He had never felt anything but love from him and yet he had also felt that his Father’s feelings were guarded to an extent. A part of him was closed off. At first Kael had felt guilt over it. Perhaps he was the son his Father never wanted, but as he grew up in the war torn excuse for a galaxy he realised it was quite the opposite; his Dad was trying to desperately protect himself and his son from pain.
The doors slid open and there he was; young unsullied by tragedy and war, and yet his emotions a turmoil clashing together like waves on the shore. Nearby were crates, crates that Kael knew contained a deadly cargo.
Kael looked at the two guards either side of him. It was a silly but unsurprising company. Then he looked at his Father, raising an eyebrow as if to ask ‘what’.
Connor: ::nodding slightly:: Thanks for coming. We need your insight on something that’s... a little above our grade level.
Before he could open his mouth what Kael could only describe as a ball of energy that had long blonde hair stuck out her hand, a sincere smile on her face.
Sparks: Well hey there! I'm Stella. It's real nice to be meeting you, and I hope you don't mind us doin' a little diggin' around here.
Kael: :shaking Stella’s hand tentatively: Err Hi. I’m Kael. :turning to Connor: Hi Dad. No family hug?
Connor: I think we disabled the fail-safe… Walk us through the detonation process so we can disarm the warheads.
He looked at the crates and their contents. Sighing . His guesses were confirmed. This was no family bonding session. His Father wanted something from him. He briefly considered biting back with a sarcastic reply, a barbed word to punish his Father for not wanting to see him, but the initial meeting had descended into recriminations because of his attitude, and time was too precious to waste on his bruised ego.
Kael: Please tell me you haven’t attempted to disable the failsafes.
Sparks: ::smacking her hands together:: I knew it! I just knew it! Them suckers ain't got one failsafe, but two! That's what that extra control box thingy was that I was talkin' 'bout.
Kael looked at Sparks impressed not just by her knowledge but the sheer joy she seemed to take from discovery.
Kael:Yes. An informed guess?
Connor/Sparks: Response
He looked at Connor at smiled, perfunctory perhaps but an olive branch of sorts. He knew his Father had always cared, always tried to be truthful unless it hurt those he cared for , and the small bundle of unabated joy and inquisitiveness known as Stella was so obviously genuine that he held no doubt about her or her intentions. But the guards…
Kael: :indicating the guards with a nod of his head; They leave and I’ll help.
Connor/Sparks: Response
Kael: Sorry Dad. I trust you and :looking at Sparks: you. I don’t know or trust them. They go. I help. It’s not negotiable.
Connor/Sparks: Response
MSNPC Kael Ohnari-Dewitt simmed by
Lieutenant Ayemet Dewitt
Ship Counselor
USS Khitomer
NCC 62400
A239810JA2Q