JP - Lt Galven & Lt Bailey: On Borrowed Time Part 1
Aly Drolet
((Flashback, Time Index: 239707.12))
((Outside Galven’s Quarters, Habitat Area))
Galven: Have you tried using my codes?
Munger: ::pained expression:: Of course, I did. It’s not working.
German arched his eyebrow and pursed his lips, turning to face the door and punched in his codes and just like what Andrea said, it didn’t work. He cleared his throat and raised an authoritative voice and used a tone he rarely spoke.
Galven: Mom. Open this door. Please acknowledge me or I’ll have security come.
Munger: ::leans in and whispers:: Can’t you just use your own command level authorization codes?
He raised his hand to shush her and then used his index finger to wiggle a hinted “not right now” as he glanced quickly over at her with a wink.
Galven: Computer. Are there any lifesigns present in my quarters?
Computer: Confirmed. There are two… one lifesign present.
Munger: Does it not know how many people?
Galven: ::scratches his ridged chin:: We’ll have to get engineering to look at it. Computer. What’s the percentage of the lifesign’s readings?
Computer: Ninety-four… sixteen percent.
Now, he didn’t really even know if the computer knew what it was talking about and was thinking that the percentage was probably in between those numbers. He took out his tricorder, then placed the end of it on the panel next to the door, then typed in his authorization codes.
GALVEN-GAMMA-ONE-SEVEN-DELTA
The door slid open and he rushed inside to find his mother in the rec room sitting in a chair, facing towards the window. Although, once he walked around it almost didn’t look like her. She appeared to be much older and worse for wear. It didn’t take him long to figure what was going on. His facial expression must’ve made Andrea wonder what was going on as she cocked her head, walking more into the room.
Galven: Stay outside, Andrea.
Munger: German, she requires medical attention. I’ll need to take he--
Galven: That’s an order, Lieutenant. ::glances back with a stern expression::
With a huff and holding both her hands up, then bringing them right back down, she shook her head and headed out. He could see her frustrations and confusion as she turned facepalming out of the apartment. German returned his attention to the much older Denobulan sitting in the chair.
Galven: What… When are you from?
Old Aza: ::wearily smirks:: You’re smarter than I remember. ::slowly turns her head, glancing up at him:: Of course, you were. I raised you.
Galven: You didn’t answer my question. ::walks in front of her, obstructing the view outside the window:: When are you from?
Old Aza: ::shakes her head:: I don’t need to tell you that. ::glances at the tricorder in his hands:: You’re more than capable of figuring that out yourself. ::smiles, then glances back up at him:: Just like when you first met Taelon.
Now, he didn’t really like being trolled and egged on by his mother, but it was worse when a future version of herself did it. He raised his tricorder and ran some initial temporal signature scans and at first, he thought it was a malfunction when the results illuminated on the screen. So he restarted it and redid the work again.
Old Aza: It’s going to read the same thing every time, German.
237 years old, 264704.17
Galven: Why did you come back to this time period?
Aza: To stop you from what you’re about to do.
((End Flashback))
((German D. Galven Sr. Remembrance Garden, Denobula))
While there was some downtime between his multiple medical procedures, German was told by a distant relative that his great great grandfather was buried next to the area where he had been killed by a wayward Klingon. As he read the plaque telling of his family's history in front of a large round garden, he recalled when his mother had traveled to his present.
Especially the words spoken by both current and future Denobulan women. Older Aza spoke of him in the past tense.
Old Aza: ::wearily smirks:: You’re smarter than I remember. ::slowly turns her head, glancing up at him:: Of course, you were. I raised you.
From the sound of it, German had a pretty good idea on what that meant for him. He wouldn't be alive at the time when his mother traveled to his present. Also the fact of the matter when his current mother tried to stop him from what he was going to do during the Borg mission and yet he still did it.
A little less than a month had gone by since he left the StarBase. Which meant that he was now at least thirty years older. He and a few other scientists were working around the clock, no pun intended, to get the temporal anomaly in his body back under control.
He would be lying to himself if he ever thought he wasn't worried about his situation. Fortunately for him, Denobulans had an average life span of 350 years and since he was around 63 years old, that meant he had a little less than two hundred, eighty days to go to find a cure.
The optimist in him was hopeful.
German sat down at a nearby bench and ran his hands through his hair, realizing he wanted to talk to a friend to get away from the strain of the stress he was under. It had been a few days since he spoke with Alora and reminded himself to get in touch with another. As he took out his personal PADD, he tapped the command to start a video call.
Sheila had been in her quarters on the Starbase. The crew’s traditional end of mission awards ceremony had been a few days ago. Since then her brain was still processing everything that had happened. Yet she hadn’t stopped to let her brain do the actual processing. Piles of paperwork needed doing now that she was CMO. Plus she had a new office to move into; a completely new space to get used to. However on this particular day the new CMO had been about ready to give up. Alistair had barked his head off all day any time she so much as moved. She had been about to crawl into bed when her computer went off. Sheila would have been irritated at such a disturbance if the call had been from work, after such a long day, yet seeing it was an old friend she smiled. German could never make her mad. So she grabbed her laptop and answered the call from bed.
Bailey: =/\= Hey. =/\=
Galven: =/\= Long time no see, stranger. ::smiles:: =/\=
Bailey: =/\= How are you doing? =/\=
Galven: =/\= Oh, you know, living the life on my home planet. It's actually quite serene. =/\=
Bailey: =/\= I hope it’s a nice place. =/\=
Sheila remembered when German and her went to the holodeck. He had shown her his home back on earth. She only hoped wherever German was, was just as nice. However playing on her mind was the fact he had left. Yet Sheila, in her heart of hearts, knew that whatever his reasons were they had been right for him. An act that Sheila herself knew all too well. It might have seemed strange to others around him despite the need for it all.
Galven: ::nods:: =/\= I'm enjoying it so far, but I'd rather be there with the crew.
Bailey: =/\= You didn’t say goodbye. =/\=
That was true. The only people he saw before he left were a select few which included Sal, Alora, Andrea, and Wyn. He couldn't bring himself to face the others because of his selfish actions during the mission.
Galven: ::runs his hand through his hair, sighing:: =/\= I know and I'm sorry. I haven't been in the right state of mind and was too ashamed. =/\=
Bailey: =/\= I know you're likely going through a lot. I respect your choices. You did what was best. ::Sheila had to do what was best, leaving herself too, once upon a time:: =/\=
Galven: =/\= I'm not sure if it was the best option for momentary leave. I don't know what would've been the best option. =/\=
Bailey: =/\= Tell me, what’s Denobula like? =/\=
One of many things that he liked about Sheila was that she would sway the conversation elsewhere. Even though the main topic was still relevant, it was nice of his friend to talk about something else with him.
Galven: =/\= Incredible. Mostly due to the fact that the weather is at a constant temperature. A bit cold for some species I'd imagine. Also one would think the population would be rampant, but it's under control. =/\=
Bailey herself actually didn’t mind a bit of cold weather despite having grown up in a humid environment. Actually, as strange as it was, the weather being a common, boring conversation starter, it was nice to hear about. Made her long for a bit of that crisp fresh air German described.
Bailey: =/\= The population? =/\=
Galven: =/\= Due to the multiple Denobulan marriages per household, the required amount of children is two per couple. It's not a law though so it's not necessarily strictly enforced. =/\=
Bailey: =/\= Oh. That’s much different than on Elaysia. =/\=
Galven: =/\= By the way, I heard that you made chief medical officer. Congrats! Have you been working more? =/\=
Bailey: =/\= ::A slight blush formed at her friend's complement:: Thank you. A few long days as of late. =/\=
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Lieutenant German Galven
Science Officer
StarBase 118 - USS Narendra
V239507GG0
&
Lieutenant Sheila Bailey
Chief Medical Officer
Starbase 118 Ops
M239512BG0
No woman should ever suffer at the hands of men - Sara Lance; Legends Of Tomorrow
Lieutenant Sheila Bailey
Chief Medical Officer
Starbase 118 Ops
M239512BG0