Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari ~ Unconventional family reunions (Part 1)
Roxanna Dorion
((Conference Room, Deck 1, USS Khitomer))
Sitting in the conference room, Talia could do nothing but stare at the door. Waiting. At some point, he was going to walk in. Her son. Her son...with Connor. Growing up, her family situation was less than conventional, it was downright weird. So, if anyone was going to have a future time baby with someone she wasn't in a relationship with, it of course would be Talia.
The nausea was constant. Which, for a few moments, had panicked her that she was already pregnant. Except one very important detail: She had never seen Connor naked, and she wasn't in any hurry to break that. And, she wasn't pregnant. In a moment of mania she tested herself. And then promptly scolded herself. Kael and Tori looked to be in their 20s, which means Talia wouldn't be pregnant now. Haliian's didn't have decades long gestation periods.
Gods wouldn't that be miserable.
Hobart: How long until we reach Deep Space 33, Lieutenant Korras?
Nolen's voice pulled her from her deep well of off-topic thinking. And despite what she had told Connor in the hall, she couldn't bring herself to make eye contact. Somehow she felt she had something to be ashamed of.
Korras: Response
Hobart: No lingering effects on the ship?
She scooted back into her chair, happy to have the conversation happen around her.
Connor: Aside from the collective existential crisis? Nothing on sensors. The SDA’s prepared, Ensign Banks and I are going to operate it, if it becomes necessary.
Michaels: Between the efforts of Science :: Nodding toward both El’Heem and Semara :: and Engineering, the ship is ready.
Banks: The anti-cascade measures installed by the Science department are up and running, and fully integrated with existing systems. The Operations department recommendation is that pending a review after this mission we should consider making them a permanent installation.
Hearing the ship was top shape was comforting, to say the least.
Hobart: Any insight as to where the runabout came from, yet?
oO Well apparently one of the pilots came from me. Wait. Will come? Ow. Oo
She decided to stop trying to make sense of tenses. It wasn't going to be without a migraine.
El’Heem: Well ::Pausing:: Yeah. Yeah…forty years into ::Lifting his hands palms up and dropping them onto the table:: the future.
Michaels: Perhaps not necessarily our future.
Talia felt hot and cold at the same time. Her eyes narrowed to slits and Michaels. How dare she say that. Whatever future included her child, she was not just going to brush off as a "maybe/maybe not". Except, Michaels wasn't wrong. Which made her both relieved, and terrified. This whole day was a lesson in extremes.
Her blood pressure may just give up the ghost and up and burst any moment now.
Richard: To jump off what Michaels is saying. We theorize that time travel involves both predestined timelines and the creation of multiple alternate futures. Logs from Deep Space 9 surrounding the prophets points to future events that are fixed and unavoidable. The distinction between if our visitors are from our future or another. Is if these travelers alters their own past, creating a paradox, or a new, parallel timeline to our own that they would be going back to.
Fixed and unavoidable. If they changed the future, would that unmake Kael...? Another panic attack threatened. All the "How" and "Why" were a dangerous tempest within her, she focused on the plan. Gather more information. Then freak out.
Semara: We got a coupl’a clues from their shuttle, whatever the semantics are. It’s got heavy damage from Lattice weapons, and underwent several refits since we saw it last. There’s evidence it’s been hit with Sencha a lotta times. We still oughta search it proper.
Hobart: And, how's everybody feeling?
Ayemet: : looking at Michaels: They are from the future. They’re here to disrupt the timeline. That presence I felt in the bridge. It wasn’t Commander
Dewitt :unable to make eye contact with him: It was his child, Oh and I’m feeling great, never better. Why else would they be here?
Talia visibly winced. She couldn't make eye contact with anyone. Her focus was on the table in front of her. How could she do or say anything? Ayemet was hurting, angry and confused. It was hard to block out.
A question was asked, and damn her, she had to answer.
Ohnari: ::slightly strained:: Not well. Hoping getting some answers will help.
Harford: Response
Hobart: Any… threats?
Threats? Of losing her mind and screaming right here in this conference room in front of her friends and fellow crew?
Charles / Zerva: Response
The sound of the door shook off absolutely everything except wonder. Her eyes latched onto the man called Kael. An unbreakable tether had formed between her and the child. Him being half Haliian, he would sense some of it. Although it would be diluted. Could he sense that she was conflicted? A new fear sprung, what if in her confusion she accidentally made him feel as if she didn't love him? Did she love him? Unequivocally. She had never felt anything like she felt towards this person. The way his hair fell, his hand wrapped tightly in Tori's...Amelia's daughter.
Hobart: Oh, thank goodness. All present and accounted for, sir.
Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Khitomer
C239205ME0