A New Beginning
Mission 2: Pyramids & Spirals
Location: Deck 8 - Logan's Quarters
Timeline: MD 01 - 1930 Hours
Nokomis stood outside Logan's quarters with a small package in her hand. The object was wrapped in brown paper and tied with a simple string, she understood people on Earth used to wrap gifts in said paper before it became commonplace to have colorful wrapping paper. Perhaps Logan would understand her attempt to interest herself in the history he loved so much.
Her feet were bare again, it was a silly thing but she liked the feel of the carpet on them and her quarters were so close to Logan's that it was easy to not bother putting on socks or shoes. She bounced on her toes a bit as she hit the chime, hoping she wasn't disturbing him.
Logan was lounging on the couch reading a Horatio Hornblower novel. He always found them to be quite interesting. Something about the old setting and adventures spoke to him. Despite just being set on Earth, the life of a naval officer of the time was quite precarious in the early 19th century. Just then, he heard the door chime. He closed to book and set it on the coffee table as he rose to greet the visitor.
Opening the door, he smiled at the sight of his first officer. "Ah, so what do I owe the pleasure this evening, Missy?" he said as he gestured for her to enter.
"Well now that things are back to mostly normal, I've had some time on my hands and to keep myself busy I made you this." She passed over the parcel. "Because apparently now that Tiber is gone, I need another hobby to keep myself sane."
He let the door hiss shut behind them as he walked back over to the chair and sat down. "If your dates keep transferring off the ship, we might have to ban you from having a personal life," he said as he chuckled softly.
Nokomis bit her lip and bit back her immediate response. That wound was still fresh, and she knew he'd been teasing but she turned away from him. "Yeah, well I don't think you're going to have to worry about that anytime soon. I have no plans for a personal life."
"Oh, come on, Missy. I was just kidding. In fact, I know how some men can be quite lured in by your reserved nature. It's mysterious." He offered a genuine smile and waved a hand for her to have a seat on the couch. "Can I get you anything?"
She was about to say no but thought better of it. "Bajoran Spring wine." She really liked the stuff. "Are you going to open your gift?" She sat down on one end of the couch, tucking her feet under her.
Logan sprung up and retrieved her desired drink from the replicator before returning to his seat and gently handing her the flute of wine. He picked up the gift once again and placed it in his lap. Smirking faintly in her direction, he started tearing the decorative paper. Soon it was all on the floor by his feet.
"Thanks," she said after he'd handed her the glass. Then she watched his expression. "I know," She said, "I suppose it's a bit corny. But I made it. Taught myself to knit as a relaxation technique. And after what happened to the crew I needed to keep my mind busy. At least it will keep you warm, not that you often get cold." They both knew she was the one who was cold-blooded around here.
He smiled as his eyes looked over the detailing of the work. Her skills were quite remarkable, considering the very old technique by hand. "This is... wow. Thank you, Missy. You can use it every time you stroll over since I keep the temperature a little on the low side." He grinned and placed it gently on the table. "The fact that you can even do that is impressive. It seems like such a dying art."
"I just felt things between us had been a bit awkward." She shrugged. "You're welcome," Mis said more quietly. "It's not hard, after some practice. I'm sure there are other people who knit. Probably even other races. Maybe that should be my next project in my spare time. Looking up alien crafts," she joked. "Have you eaten? Do you want to have some dinner?"
"Dinner sounds lovely. We can discuss your upcoming 'galactic knitting symposium'," he opined.
"We can hold it on Orion. Think the Romulans would let me teach them to knit? I'll make us something," She said quickly, getting up from her spot on the sofa by using his shoulder to push upon. Homemade tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches?"
"That sounds really tasty, actually," he replied with a smile. He got up and followed her over to the replicator.
Mis looked back at him. "How are Chris and Emma? Spoken to them lately? I should take some leave and go see them soon. I probably wouldn't recognize them."
"I hear that they're doing well. They're about to start school again. It seems like each year goes by faster. And they'd love for you to visit. They always had such fun in the past."
"Have you . . . " She hesitated and then chastised herself. Nokomis had never been afraid of confronting Logan about things before, why should she start now? "Have you considered bringing them here with you? I mean Galaxy Class ships are designed for families." She didn't mention how much they probably missed him. He knew.
"I've considered that decision carefully and decided that Earth was a safer place for now." He exhaled a long breath. "I'm not a fervent believer in the philosophy of having families on starships, personally. You could lose everyone in one bad incident." He looked over to her. "Maybe I could arrange the kids to come visit?"
Nokomis smiled. "I'm sure they'd like that. They could see where their dad works, visit their aunt . . . . get into trouble. " She fiddled with the replicator for a minute and set the food down on the table. "I'm sorry about everything," she said quietly."
"It's not your fault, Missy. No one is to blame for bad things happening. What's important is... how we can get the kids here to pester you." He smirked at her as his serious sentence switched to a playful one. No sense in the mood being ruined by external events.
"You joke, but I would take them in a heartbeat. In fact, I think I'm going to steal them from you." She pointed her finger at him. "So watch out."
Logan chuckled at her playfulness though he also had no doubt that she was partly serious. Missy always enjoyed when the kids were around and wouldn't want to pass up an opportunity to see them again soon. Dinner proceeded wonderfully before they resigned to the seating area too full to move. Their conversation continued into the late hours as theirs tended to do before she returned to her quarters for the evening.
Captain Logan Barrett
Commanding Officer, USS Orion
Commander Nokomis Diza
Executive Officer, USS Orion