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After nearly three years, Reg thought he’d adjusted pretty well to the new time period in which he’d found himself. He said far less strange things, and therefore got far less funny looks. But every once in a while, he came across something that utterly baffled him. Something so foreign to him that, try as he might, he couldn’t make heads nor tails of it.
And today was one such day. He’d been sent to make some minor repairs in one of the power systems, and opening the panel in front of him revealed... the strangest device he’d ever seen. Some part of the ship’s systems so antiquated in his mind that he couldn’t even fathom what it did.
After silently puzzling over it for nearly half an hour, he finally gave up and awkwardly beckoned Milah over to join him. She was the only person here he could admit this too -- the only person who knew the truth about him. “Commander...” he began, scratching the back of his neck in faint embarrassment. “I... have no idea what this is. At all. I’ve never seen it before.”
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Nothing More Important
It’d been a long, grueling, impossible fifty hours. Longer and more grueling and more impossible, believably, than Neoma’d expected it to be. After all, how difficult was it to find a singular officer in a world where identification was required for everything one did?
Apparently, difficult. She’d been awake and running around the base since 2100 hours on, uh... --... how many days ago was it? One, two? It was hard to keep track. All Neoma could remember any longer was the pounding of her feet on pavement, of the crisp air that felt drier and drier the longer she was out in it, of the feeling of brick beneath her fingers and metal against her arms as she climbed and scaled the impressive base in search. The teams by her side had switched off five separate times, and more than once someone had attempted to relieve her.
But she’d made a promise. She told them she’d bring her back.
And she would.
Doctors marveled at how she was passing each examination they ran on her in attempts to force her to take her leave. She didn’t seem to be tired, and any scrapes or bruises were beyond minor. What she’d told Jim just before he drifted to sleep was true: she didn’t get sore. But that didn’t mean that spending fifty hours wide awake, soothing every officer she came into contact with, and walking the length of one of the Federation’s biggest bases multiple times over was enjoyable or restful for her. ( That didn’t mean that part of her wasn’t still shaking from an encounter with a limp body in a river, that her disagreements with all of those close to her wasn’t burning a coldness somewhere hard in the back of her throat. )
Ah, Jim… Fuck. When he learned about this disaster, she was sure he’d staunchly refuse to ever sleep again. And after all her hard work. Ancestors. It felt like all of her effort with everyone was coming up to nothing, now. Encouraging Reg out of his shell, building and mending a relationship with John, her friendship with Luci, Jim… ancestors, she was tired.
Part of her wondered, briefly, if she could convince Spock to keep all of this on the down low from him -- especially now that it was over. But she didn’t have to know him very well at all to know that that wasn’t an option.
But at least it was over. At least it wasn’t like waking up on Corvid.
At least this was a nightmare that would end.
After checking every Federation and non-Federation ship, the Institute, all of Yorktown… after climbing every building, sliding under every tree, dipping herself deep into water and barging in through every library… Neoma had decided, on a whim, to check for Liana on incoming ships, and was rather floored when it worked. An Aella -- not Liana -- Moore was on a non-Federation supply ship, heading back to Yorktown, and Neoma was going to be there when she docked. It only took a few calls to the captain of that ship to put together the pieces. Liana’d beamed on from a civilian transporter, rather than a Starfleet-specific one -- a transporter that dealt with such a large volume of use that it had no choice but to delete profiles of those who passed through it -- to his ship. She’d been on the base and had been trying to find another ship to lead her elsewhere. It was only a half a day, it seemed, before she’d buckled internally, admitted to him that she’d snuck aboard his ship before shields went up, and requested to take the next return trip with him. He’d agreed, and now she was less than twenty minutes from docking.
And so, here Neoma stood. Waiting for her. In a bustle of laughing, chattering people, moving swiftly and gleefully throughout a shuttle bay. Her pole collapsed at the magnetic belt on her side, her arms crossed, her hair pulled back into a fishtail braid that she thought maybe looked alright whenever she’d done it. She tugged at the tie to let it free from its mess, let her hair fall around her, catch briefly in the wind.
For a moment, it was almost too easy to believe that Liana wouldn’t show up, after all. That the information had been a farce. That she’d reported Liana’s recovery prematurely, and she’d have to resume activities again. That this was a break, and not the end.
But relief touched some distant part of her when she spotted a thin figure walking through the crowds. Dressed in a long white dress, a single book clutched to her chest, as though it’d protect her from the reality she was about to face. Ancestors, Liana looked about as shitty as Neoma felt. Black hollows beneath her eyes, pale, paper-thin skin, body bent in on itself. She stared at the floor with the same guilty expression Meeth wore when he knew he’d done something wrong.
The same expression her girls had had…
Neoma breathed out. Released the fifty hours that’d passed -- released the memory of Amila and Naith pouting -- and focused on the start of this hour, focused on the face of this girl.
The security officer reached out, palm up, and waited until the kid’d walked to her side to drape her arm around her shoulders. She felt Liana stiffen beneath the contact of the half-hug, but Neoma still leaned forward to distribute a kiss in her hair.
“Welcome back, Liana.”
Liana’s head tilted up so painfully slowly -- and when their eyes met, everything in the kid’s face was open, childish, shocked. She was round, and gentle, and small, and… Ancestors, she looked like she was about eleven years old. “H… i.”
Neoma squeezed her with one arm. “You really gave us a fright, you know.”
“I… I did?”
The confusion would’ve been funny if it wasn’t so heartbreaking. Maybe still would’ve been if Neoma hadn’t spent the better part of these past few days fighting that fright.
She smiled, instead of answering -- tapped her with her thumb and began leading her away from the ships. “Where were you off to?” Conversational. Light.
Liana stared back down, once again. Felt a little bit closer to Neoma than she had moments before. “I don’t…” Nearly choked. “I do not know. Just… away. As far away as possible.”
“Well,” with humor in her teeth, “you know, if you want to go far away, the Enterprise is a great place to do it.”
Liana’s lips flattened, and she ducked her head further, but it somehow read almost as a small smile might.
They walked for a bit in silence, and, wow -- how good silence could sound. How good walking could feel! But what sounded even better, y’know, was conversation. Especially conversation that mattered. So…
“I hear you don’t want to be a Betazoid. You don’t want to be an empath. That right?”
She jolted, as though something horrific had been found out. “Y… yes.”
“Why not?”
The sounds of the crowd from the bay were beginning to disperse. It made her pause sound even louder. “I… I want to be normal. I want to be… like everyone else.”
Ha. “You are like everyone else.”
“No.” Her voice was dark, steady, so suddenly it was surprising. It was too much like the Aella Neoma’d met one time in a communications bay. “I am apart from them, and they from me.”
“Apart?” Neoma’d never been fantastic at clamping at her humor -- and now was no exception. A hard laugh, rough and grainy and loud erupted from her.
“W-- what is so funny?” Ah, there she was, again -- the petulant child annoyed with the humor she didn’t understand. ( So much like Amila. So much it burned. ) “That is not funny.”
“Ha… you really have no idea, huh?”
“Of course I do not. That -- that is why I asked.”
“No, no… I meant…” Okay. Stop smiling. Serious Neoma time. “Everyone’s been in a frenzy looking for you. Spock, Reg, John. Casper. ’Ve had to tie almost all of them back from going out to look for you.”
“What? No -- no, you are -- you are lying.”
“What’s the point in lying, Liana? Already got you here.”
She paused. Perhaps, Neoma supposed, to consider that maybe it was true. “R… really?”
“Really really. Do you know how many times I had to wrangle Spock into submission?”
“The -- the commander?”
“Unless there’s two of ‘em.”
“But -- no! W… why would he…? No. He… he must be like this with everyone.”
Neoma was able to temper her amusement back to a chuckle, this time. “Nah. He told me you two were close.”
“What?” She was watching her, now.
“Yup. He gave me a lot of invaluable information about where to look for you, too. I don’t think any of them’s gotten a lick of sleep since your disappearing act.”
“I… oh, I…” Her shock fell into something else. Something small and sad, plain enough for even Neoma to get. “I did not mean to worry them. I did not know they would realize my absence. I -- I just wanted… to be free.”
Free, huh? Neoma sighed -- probably came out more like a huff. Either way, the noise was low, rueful. She didn’t get it. Ties were the best part of life. Hadn’t she just said something like that in the comms a few days ago? Having a spot to call your own, and a sky you knew… that was precious. But…
“Well, my girls wanted to see the stars. They wanted to be free so, so bad. But you don’t have to run away to see the stars. You’re… already in Starfleet.”
“But I…” A frustrated breath from her. “I do not want to be.”
“Why not?”
“I… I do not like it! It is scary, and dangerous. I do not want to live on a ship. I… I do not want to be what she was.”
“Ancestors, kid.” It came out before she could stop it. That she was so vehemently said. “She who?”
Liana’s voice fell low, quiet and stripped and now anything but the acid she’d once tasted. “Aella.”
Oh. Fuck. Well, okay. “Why are you separating them?”
“What?”
“You and her. Who you were and who you are. You’re the same people.”
“N-- no! No!”
Another one? Really? “Sorry, but… yeah.” Neoma recognized the wiggling -- like an animal wanting to be put down -- and so she stopped, turned to face her. Wherever they were now, it was quieter. Less clattering, less people. Neoma pressed both her palms into Liana’s shoulders, watched her shrink, slightly. “Listen to me.” She waited until her gaze lifted, even if was only minute at first. “I used to live beneath a volcano. I’d sleep with a burlap sack over my face, and wake to watch the guar. I hadn’t been ten miles from where I lived. I hated fighting. I just wanted to watch my guar in peace. Fabric like this…” She rubbed at Liana’s shoulders. “I’d never even seen it before. It was a whole different world. And now look at me. I’m a security officer out in space. Lightyears away from where I raised those guar. On ground that isn’t really ground. On a planet that’s not really a planet. Using technology, every day, when the most expensive thing I used to own was… I don’t know. Maybe my staff. And if you’d asked me then where I’d be now… I’d never see it. I’d never see this.”
“Then how did you get here?” By now, Liana was staring at her. Her eyes were large, glassy, fixed. Neoma felt the weight of her attention keyed into every single word. “Why are you here?”
“Things changed. Lot of things changed. And I got new perspective. And... I guess that’s what happened to you, too. No, you don’t know why you’d want to live on a ship, or be in Starfleet. No, it doesn’t make sense to you. But you don’t remember the perspective that made you want to be here. So of course you’re confused. Of course you’re lost. But what… what if you could rediscover that perspective? What if you could learn more about yourself?”
The eyes staring back at her were brimming with tears, now. She opened her mouth twice -- two false-starts -- before she found her voice.
“I… I am scared something would happen to me. To who I am. John tells me he has a Haliaan waiting to heal me… but I do not believe it will heal me. I believe it will kill me.”
“Kill you?”
“Who I am…” Her palm raised from her side, and she stared at it, pressed fingertips against it. “I will be gone. Another person will take her place.”
“No. Hey, look at me. No. Same person. Just new perspective. Okay? And it’s not gonna be like a…” She lifted a hand, only for as long as it took her to snap. “... you know? You may get the perspective and decide… hey. I still want to go to the Institute. I still want to leave Starfleet. And then you can. But then you’ll know, too. And something like sensing someone’s emotions won’t set you off so much that you disappear.”
Eyelashes fluttered, and a tear fell to Liana’s cheek. Neoma moved to wipe at it with the back of her hand. The kid’s eyes shuddered closed from the contact.
“I’m not gonna make you stay in Starfleet, okay? It’s your life. But… if you’re going to leave, I’m gonna make you say goodbye.”
It was supposed to sound almost jesting, that last sentence, but… Liana wasn’t opening her eyes. Wasn’t relaxing again. Fuck. Neoma’d not fucked up, had she?
Neoma was grasping at new words to throw Liana’s way when she spoke again, in a voice so quiet it was almost drowned out by the nothing around them.
“They… really missed me? They really… worried about me?”
“Really, really.”
Liana’s lips thinned, and she stared down at her hand again. Edged a foot a bit against the ground. “Then… then I should at least try. For them.” Tentatively… “After all… there… is nothing more important than family, yes?”
When Neoma laughed this time, she felt it -- felt the joy, the relief, the end of a nightmare. And this time, when she pulled Liana into a hug, she felt a warmth in her belly that would’ve made it nearly impossible not to.
“That’s exactly right, kiddo.”
#( drabble. )#[ IT'S NEOMA AND AELLA INTERACTING IN OHANA!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH#this is an AU where like... Aella's lost her memory. she goes by Liana. she ran away. it's all Fun and Awful#obviously from Neoma's POV but like... she's the Focus of the story SO!!! POSTING IT HERE TOO!!! ]#v: ad augusta per angusta
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“ So, uh, what do you do ‘round here? ”
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#atethrough#v ;; ⚛ ad augusta per angusta : ohana#v ;; ⚛ ignotum per ignotius : john doe#rIP im sorry they havent met in comms yet so sdkjhdfjkghd
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@russianonzebridge ( continued )
Pavel never had any need to walk by the Botany bay. It wasn’t really on the way to Medical, where he insisted on walking Joanna every morning after breakfast, but it was a change of direction that Pavel wanted to try. Along this new route towards the bridge, the young man could see someone near the Botany bay struggling to hold what looked like specimens and files in his arms. Rushing forward in case the other dropped anything important or precious, Pavel tried to offer some aid.
“That is a lot of stuff, do you need help?”
The junior lieutenant was just in time; as Chekov approached, one of Neville’s specimens toppled from his stack and plummeted towards the floor. “Ah!! Grab that, please, sir!!” Everything in his arms swayed dangerously, and he staggered to balance it against the nearest wall.
“...maybe just a little. If you’re not too busy.”
#russianonzebridge#i solemnly swear that i am up to no good ( ━☆・*。IC. )#parchment ( ━☆・*。Precarious. )#ad augusta per angusta ( ━☆・*。Ohana. )
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@russianonzebridge ( continued )
“Being sad is not a hobby.”
“You’re right, it’s not… for me, is more like a full time occupation.”
“...it is not an occupation either. It is an emotion.” Realizing she was probably being an ass, Shoya sighed. “What is it?”
#russianonzebridge#embarking ( ｡.☆.* IC. )#starchart ( ｡.☆.* Occupations. )#ad augusta per angusta ( ｡.☆.* Ohana. )#good things come to those who wait ( ｡.☆.* Queue. )
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@jrlixutxnant
“Fleming! Just the guy I was looking for. Listen, if you’ve got a minute, there’s something in astrophysics I’d really like for you to take a look at...”
#jrlixutxnant#not arthur frelling dent ( ✧*:･ IC. )#starburst ( ✧*:･ Potential Butt Dialing. )#ad augusta per angusta ( ✧*:･ Ohana. )#that thing we talked about -- i figured i'd just go ahead and give you a starter before i forgot about it
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Star Trek AU - Lieutenant Commander John Crichton, Head of Astrophysics
#human from erp (✧*:･ Face. )#the final frontier (✧*:･ Star Trek AU. )#ad augusta per angusta (✧*:･ Ohana. )
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“ This Holo Room, can it reproduce a scene from an individual’s memory? ”
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Verses (Mobile)
MAIN / SPACE BASED
a knack to flying
Shoya is a pilot, mechanic, handyman, cargo runner – whatever life needs her to be at the moment. She operates from her ship, Indra, a tiny vessel in constant need of repair (which she usually handles herself). Slowly but surely, she is building herself an excellent reputation. Generally speaking, she passes herself as human, and hides her wings. Good for interactions with space-based fandoms and muses.
MAIN / EARTH BASED
strange visitor from another planet
During a delivery job gone horribly wrong, Shoya’s ship crash-lands on a planet called Earth. Humans have yet to master more than basic space travel, so until Shoya can repair Indra, she is trapped there. Thankfully, she can pass as human, as long as she keeps her wings hidden. Good for interactions with Earth-based characters and muses.
STAR TREK
to boldly go
A year after leaving Selasi, Shoya encounters the United Federation of Planets, and eventually passes their tests to enlist for StarFleet service. While not opposed to their ideals of peace and non-interference, she mostly remains indifferent. After several years in StarFleet, she holds the rank Crewman First Class, and is hard at work to reach Petty Officer Third Class. After an appeals process, Shoya has an approved variation of the uniform that she can tuck her wings under. Star Trek, alternate or sequel to main verse.
OHANA
ad augusta per angusta
Shoya is an engineer aboard the Enterprise A during its five year mission into uncharted space. Closed group Star Trek verse, AOS based.
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PRE CANON
a damn scientist
John is an up and coming astronaut, determined to prove his theory that a craft can use a planet’s gravity to “slingshot” into deep space.
MAIN CANON
somewhere in the universe
John has been shot through a wormhole into deep space, and lives aboard the Leviathn ship Moya with a group of escaped prisoners. As he tries to survive and make his way in this strange new universe, he investigates wormholes and other deep space phenomena that could potentially get him home.
EQUAL AND ORIGINAL
twinned (season 3)
John has been “twinned”, or split into two identical versions of himself. One version remains aboard Moya, while the other journeys aboard Moya’s son Talyn.
TERRA FIRMA
merry frelling christmas
After four years in the Uncharted Territories, John has returned to Earth, and struggles to fit in his former home.
POST CANON
this is your playground
Following the Peacekeeper-Scarran Wars, John lives aboard Moya with his wife Aeryn and their young son D'Argo.
HARVEY
there is no scorpius here
John has been taken over by the neural clone of Scorpius that resides in his brain.
STARGATE CROSSOVER
iasa and the sgc
While John is briefly returned to Earth, IASA teams up with Stargate Command to share their knowledge; John is temporarily assigned to an SG team.
STAR TREK AU
the final frontier
Lieutenant Commander John Crichton is an astrophysics expert, specializing in wormholes and other unusual deep space phenomena.
ALT. STAR TREK AU
where no one has gone before
A wormhole shoots astronaut John Crichton several centuries in the future, where he encounters the Federation; with their support, he researches in an attempt to get home.
HARRY POTTER AU
draco dormiens nunquam titillandus
John is a pure-blood Hufflepuff student, and a Chaser for the Quidditch team.
JOHN & MARTY
shorty and future boy
With dontcallmechicken. John meets a teenager named Marty McFly in the 1980s and accidentally ends up on adventures aboard the DeLorean.
JOHN & DANIEL
the crichton-jacksons
With archaeologistwithagun / thepurplequill. When another human named Daniel Jackson is stranded in the Uncharted Territories, John invites him aboard Moya and a relationship develops.
OHANA
ad augusta per angusta
Closed Star Trek group verse, AOS based, primarily on Discord. Lieutenant Commander John Crichton is Head of Astrophysics aboard the Enterprise A.
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@siriseen ( continued )
❝ It seems like everyone everywhere is super mad about everything all the time. ❞
Her right hand sweeps in towards herself; her hands follow an invisible globe. Welcome to the world. But – no. Where is her mind? She sees the way his figure is bent. The way his frame draws in on itself and his eyes dart endlessly around. The unevenness of his breathing; the pallidness of his skin. Sarcasm is not what he’s looking for. It’s not what he needs. “Oh…” Her lips pouts out – her eyebrows draw together, and her fist follows an oval before her chest. I’m sorry. Her hands hold nothing – she touches fingers curled to a y to her chin. What’s wrong?
Reg takes a deep breath, attempting to steady himself. “It’s... it’s nothing. I just go through life thinking everyone hates me. And wants me gone. I don’t think you can d-do anything about that.” The past few months have been the toughest of Reg’s life, bringing back fears he’d thought he’d conquered a while ago.”
#siriseen#computer run program ( .｡.:*☆ IC. )#holonovel ( .｡.:*☆ Super Mad. )#ad augusta per angusta ( .｡.:*☆ Ohana. )#computer freeze program ( .｡.:*☆ Queue. )
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@thecursedson ( continued )
“ healing begins the moment you want it to ”
Wise words from his adopted father, as always. Reg never ceased to amaze Baelfire, which might have been by, to this day, he was happy that he had been taken in by him when both of his parents had left him. He sat on the floor near Reg’s feet as he watched him program the Holodeck to add another layer that would make this astounding place even more memorable. He sat there for a brief moment looking at his PaDD, then he looked up at Reg with a look of compassion and a little bit of worry.
“Does- … Does that mean you’re ready to heal from Aella and what happened between the two of you?” He meant no harm in his question. In fact, he meant nothing but love. He was worried about Reg. Ever since the meld incident, the two of them hadn’t been the same and he wanted to help.
Reg hadn’t expected the question. He often tried to keep a lot of these feelings from Baelfire -- he didn’t need to be worrying himself over anything else -- but he knew Bae didn’t like it, and wanted to help. And at some point, Reg would need to admit these things to someone...
“I... I don’t know,” he admitted softly, aimlessly scrolling through the program’s code on his PADD, looking through it rather than at it. “I don’t know if I ever really can. Especially not when she’s... she’s not even herself. I don’t know how to heal if she’s not... even able to start doing that herself.”
#thecursedson#computer run program ( .｡.:*☆ IC. )#holonovel ( .｡.:*☆ Healing. )#ad augusta per angusta ( .｡.:*☆ Ohana. )#computer freeze program ( .｡.:*☆ Queue. )
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@russianonzebridge ( continued )
“You know, it’d be really great if everyone could just stop rooting for me to fail.”
“I’m not sure if everyone is doing that… but I suppose no one would say if they were, yes?”
“Right, they’re silently hoping I screw it all up. That’s much better. Thank you so much for that, Pavel.” Reg’s tone was rather uncharacteristically nasty -- but he caught himself with a sigh.
“...I’m sorry. You don’t, uh... you didn’t deserve that. I know you’re just trying to help.”
#russianonzebridge#computer run program ( .｡.:*☆ IC. )#holonovel ( .｡.:*☆ Fail. )#ad augusta per angusta ( .｡.:*☆ Ohana. )
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send ⭐️ for something my muse admires about yours ( accepting // @justmilah )
“Your strength. I... well, I definitely couldn’t have lasted on that planet for as long as you did. I think I would have just sat down and cried until something ate me. But you, uh... you clearly didn’t do that. You found a way to survive through it all, somehow.”
#justmilah#milah tag tbd#transmission received ( .｡.:*☆ Answers. )#ad augusta per angusta ( .｡.:*☆ Ohana. )
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send 💬 for a starter with a line from this dialogue generator ( accepting // @thecursedson )
“I just want a nice, easy life. What's wrong with that?”
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“It wasn’t personal. It was about the science. His methodology was flawed.”
The Orville sentence starters ( accepting // @russianonzebridge )
“Y-yes, but there are more… tactful ways to tell him that… it’s – it’s hard to hear that all of your hard work is wrong and has to be redone.”
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