Lt. Commander Solaris McLaren - Discussions of Past and Future
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Aug 3, 2025, 5:43:19 AM8/3/25
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(( Commercial Sector – StarBase 118 ))
McLaren: No kidding... I guess I got woken up pretty big time last year...
Everyone had really. It was just some more than others. It wasnt a competition right? Of course not. But Sol had won it anyway. Like the over achiever she was.
Foster: Yeah, after Frontier Day there were so many changes… ::he trailed off as the staff came by to take their drink orders and bring some water. Despite it being merely H2O, he lifted his glass as if it was a fine vintage:: We sure have lived through some shit haven’t we?
Sol laughed.
McLaren: You and I more than most of the people on this base I think... and then with such sweeping changes to follow almost directly after.
She still missed Sal's presence ont he base. Of course hd still had an office aboard, and he was only a short (relatively speaking) runabout trip away, but like most things... it just wasnt the same. Of course he still popped up every now and then. Like the best of surprises.
Foster: Change is inevitable. But you don’t have to suffer through it. I keep telling myself that it can and will get better.
McLaren: It can and does. :: She paused. :: And I think it has.
Foster: Yeah, I do think it’s better. I mean look at us. Here we are, dressed up like decent respectable people enjoying something fun. We could be hiding away in our quarters feeling sorry for ourselves. I’d say we really are doing better.
She grinned, nodding. She had spent the first few weeks like that. Her quarters to her office. No stops, no casual chats. She had even disappeared from the bar. Everything had been dour. Now she was out and about, mosre often than not when she wasnt on duty. She still kept a firm hand on her assigned duties and those she had chosen to voluntarily undertake, but with much more respect for her free time than before. Had she healed? Maybe not fully, but definitely atleast in part.
Maybe change was good.
McLaren: And moving forward too. Where do you see yourself moving toward now, Wyn?
She ran a finger around the edge of her glass of water, just enjoying the chat with Wyn.
Foster: I don’t know. I’d like to feel secure, like I have a good foundation, so I can move forward and… I dunno. Do great things? Make a family? I’m not sure yet. But I’ll figure it out.
Sol smiled. She understood the desire for all of those things and shared it for atleast a couple of them.
McLaren: I think anyone could understand those feelings... I certainly do.
Foster: What about you? What are you thinking about moving forward?
Sol let out a puff of air. She was tempted to say nothing. But that was the old her peeking out.
McLaren: Some of the same things you said. Feeling secure and stable. A family... heck I'd settle for a prospective romantic partner that didnt get called away before I can even figure out whats happening...
She laughed. She was so good at so many things, but her own feelings took much more time to nail down.
Foster: Response?
McLaren: And Im still working on proving myself to Command... so I might be given the chance to move beyond my current position. :: She pointed toward the sky. :: Upward. Maybe even another gold pip to replace that black one I have.
Maybe even two of them? Probably not. But that was a whole other bridge to cross, and it hadn't even been built yet. The current one was still in tatters.
Foster: Response?
McLaren: Sal told me as much after everything... that even though people here trusted me... Command didn't. :: She shrugged. :: I spent some time mad about it... felt even more sorry for myself... then I stood up and decided to put my all into it...
She sipped at her water, enjoying the coolness of it as she did.
Foster: Response?
McLaren: Don't know what it will look like when it comes... here... another ship... I dunno. But I wont let it pass me by when it does.
She couldn't ever see herself actually leaving 118. It truly would have to be the right opportunity for her to take it. But if it was she would.
McLaren: No kidding... I guess I got woken up pretty big time last year...
Everyone had really. It was just some more than others. It wasnt a competition right? Of course not. But Sol had won it anyway. Like the over achiever she was.
Foster: Yeah, after Frontier Day there were so many changes… ::he trailed off as the staff came by to take their drink orders and bring some water. Despite it being merely H2O, he lifted his glass as if it was a fine vintage:: We sure have lived through some shit haven’t we?
Sol laughed.
McLaren: You and I more than most of the people on this base I think... and then with such sweeping changes to follow almost directly after.
She still missed Sal's presence ont he base. Of course hd still had an office aboard, and he was only a short (relatively speaking) runabout trip away, but like most things... it just wasnt the same. Of course he still popped up every now and then. Like the best of surprises.
Foster: Change is inevitable. But you don’t have to suffer through it. I keep telling myself that it can and will get better.
McLaren: It can and does. :: She paused. :: And I think it has.
Foster: Yeah, I do think it’s better. I mean look at us. Here we are, dressed up like decent respectable people enjoying something fun. We could be hiding away in our quarters feeling sorry for ourselves. I’d say we really are doing better.
She grinned, nodding. She had spent the first few weeks like that. Her quarters to her office. No stops, no casual chats. She had even disappeared from the bar. Everything had been dour. Now she was out and about, mosre often than not when she wasnt on duty. She still kept a firm hand on her assigned duties and those she had chosen to voluntarily undertake, but with much more respect for her free time than before. Had she healed? Maybe not fully, but definitely atleast in part.
Maybe change was good.
McLaren: And moving forward too. Where do you see yourself moving toward now, Wyn?
She ran a finger around the edge of her glass of water, just enjoying the chat with Wyn.
Foster: I don’t know. I’d like to feel secure, like I have a good foundation, so I can move forward and… I dunno. Do great things? Make a family? I’m not sure yet. But I’ll figure it out.
Sol smiled. She understood the desire for all of those things and shared it for atleast a couple of them.
McLaren: I think anyone could understand those feelings... I certainly do.
Foster: What about you? What are you thinking about moving forward?
Sol let out a puff of air. She was tempted to say nothing. But that was the old her peeking out.
McLaren: Some of the same things you said. Feeling secure and stable. A family... heck I'd settle for a prospective romantic partner that didnt get called away before I can even figure out whats happening...
She laughed. She was so good at so many things, but her own feelings took much more time to nail down.
Foster: Response?
McLaren: And Im still working on proving myself to Command... so I might be given the chance to move beyond my current position. :: She pointed toward the sky. :: Upward. Maybe even another gold pip to replace that black one I have.
Maybe even two of them? Probably not. But that was a whole other bridge to cross, and it hadn't even been built yet. The current one was still in tatters.
Foster: Response?
McLaren: Sal told me as much after everything... that even though people here trusted me... Command didn't. :: She shrugged. :: I spent some time mad about it... felt even more sorry for myself... then I stood up and decided to put my all into it...
She sipped at her water, enjoying the coolness of it as she did.
Foster: Response?
McLaren: Don't know what it will look like when it comes... here... another ship... I dunno. But I wont let it pass me by when it does.
She couldn't ever see herself actually leaving 118. It truly would have to be the right opportunity for her to take it. But if it was she would.
Foster: Response?
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