MSNPC Kael Ohnari-Dewitt - Hope
Emma Banin
((USS Ouachita, adrift in the Lagoon Nebula))
Hope. A singular word that held such meaning. It was about all they had left now. His Father, his Mother, his ‘heart’ Tori and their future together that was hers he concentrated in to get them tree each day.
There was that glorious moment when he awoke from slumber be it broken or not, when he would roll over and see her there next to him. He always smiled and would reach out a hand to brush away stray locks of hair from her eyes.
Then reality would set in. He would remember where they were. He would remember the almost suffocating pressure from the struggle against the Sheliak. Every day brought new casualty lists, occasionally he would recognise a name, but by now he was numb to it. Both his parents had lost people close to them, and yet somehow they had found each other bonded in grief and that word again, hope.
That was what he had with Tori. He didn’t know if the Federation, if it could even be called that anymore? Would survive, he was more or less convinced that ‘winning’ was not possible, but all he had to do was look in her eyes.
He would follow her anywhere, do anything for her, because in the end that was all either of them truly had left; each other.
Tori: Good morning, Admiral. :: A light smile. :: Good morning, love.
Kael: :a weak smile: It is now my heart,
Admiral: You weren't out long.
A sardonic smile spread across his face, stronger than his last effort. Tori was like a wild horse. She would let you come close if you trusted her but in the end you could not tame her. Nor would he want to. She made him feel alive,
Tori: Anything I can do to help?
Kael: At the moment we’re holding the ship together with spit and and self sealing stem bolts. She’ll hold together; probably.
Admiral: ::turning to Tori:: Still no comms. Unless you want to step outside and wave your arms…?
Kael shook his head and laughed silently. The joke was that the Admiral’s statement wasn’t far from the truth. The ship was not in good shape and whilst they could maintain their current onboard conditions he wasn’t sure just how long they could do that for. His Father would have had a field day with the Ouachita. Once an engineer always an engineer.
Tori: Right. :: Slumping into a chair. :: Well I predict our ride only needs to last another few hours at most. :: Beat :: They’ll be here soon. I can feel it.
Admiral: I don't know how much of a difference comms would make. They should be on top of us any minute. ::over her shoulder:: Instead of comms, how about another directed Sencha burst? Make a fresh imprint?
Kael: it’s risky I’m not sure the ship could take it, even if we’re able to generate a powerful enough burst. :beat: Then there’s the effect it would have on the crew.
The truth was he had seen the effect of sencha waves on crew members. Some were able to withstand it, what inoculations were possible certainly helped, but his Father had seen first hand the result of weapons that affected empaths and those who were psionically gifted. It wasn’t pretty and every time there was a sencha wave the possibility of it have catastrophic effects on what few people he loved were still alive were there. Others had argued the point, had tried to convince him otherwise but he could never bring himself to truly believe in the safety of their proposed actions.
Admiral: This will have been for nothing if we blow ourselves up. Better play it safe, for now.
Kael: We can do it if needed but U think that’s the right decision sir.
Tori: Response
Admiral: Remind me of your confidence on this? Place and time?
Tori: Response
Karl looked from Tori to the Admiral and jabbed a thumb in his love’s direction.
Kael: Oh my confidence is in her. Wherever she goes, I go.
Admiral/Tori: Response.
He crossed over to the window and ran a hand through his hair. Looking back at her he saw the determination in her eyes, the hope that he desperately would cling on to, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to truly believe. He couldn’t bring himself to think that the plan would actually work.
Kael: I don’t know. It seems like what my Father would call a ‘hail mary’. :crossing over to Tori and holding her hands: But I believe in her, and whether this works or doesn’t work I’m not letting her out of my sight, not now; not ever.
Admiral/Tori: Response.
Kael: Well perhaps I take after my Father.
Admiral/Tori: Response.
TAG/TBC
MSNPC Kael Ohnari- Dewitt simmed by
Lieutenant Ayemet Dewitt
Ship Counselor
USS Khitomer
NCC 62400
A239810JA2Q