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Finding Company with Yourself

Posted July 29, 2021, 8:16 p.m. by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) in Finding Company with Yourself

Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in Finding Company with Yourself

Posted by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) in Finding Company with Yourself
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Revna wasn’t used to a lot of alone time. That wasn’t to say she didn’t make time for calm and for herself during the course of her day, but she was usually around people. Atlantis had been that way. There was always someone around. Mostly Runa. She missed her twin. During her ‘training’ for the diplomatic corp she’d had the chance to go home, for a day and see her family, her clan, but it wasn’t rejuvenating it was rushed and she’d been so sad. Ragna had made a trip to San Francisco to spend extra time with her. She hadn’t realized how much she missed her little sister. And then she was on a ship headed for the Delta quadrant. She missed the teasing and laughter. She missed ice-cream, popcorn, and movie nights, and despite her 38 years, spontaneous pillow fights that left them all gasping for breath and swearing they’d never do it again. She missed racing Runa across the shore on horseback, and Ragna besting her in a fencing match. She missed the smell of the soil and fresh air and bonfires and the sea.

But most of all she missed Mike. She ached because he wasn’t around, but she was okay. She was able to focus on her work and try to be as amazing at her new job as Mike said she would be, and then miss him like crazy when she was alone. She missed his warmth and the sound of his laugh and that way he winked at her. She missed the utter silence in the apartment when he was shut in his ‘music’ room, and the sound of his piano, and the way he made her tea, (That reminded her she was going to have to make sure to requisition whatever it was he used because the replicator stuff was just not bearable anymore). She missed sitting in bed, in his arms, and watching whatever they put on, or better yet, as he sang to her. Hmmm…or maybe when he ‘styled’ her hair. Most of all she missed the way he picked her up and held her while he kissed her.

She looked at her reflection in the window, “Girl you have got it bad and stop being maudlin. When you get home, you’ll get to enjoy all that again,” she chided herself. But even away from the station Mike made life amazing and better. He sent her music regularly - originals and covers. The music played constantly from her officer, the diplomatic conference room, her quarters. She made sure the volume never left the area, but the extreme eclectic nature of the collection drove a few crew crazy when they had to stop by and see her. There were a few, however, that came by simply to hear ‘Big Mike McKenzie’ sing - even if it was recorded.

But today she had no work, no reports to catch up on, no news feeds, no doctor or counseling appointments, no physical therapy exercises, no meetings. Just time for her. So she took a sketch book and pencils and found herself in the arboretum. She’d only been in here the night of the Black and Silver ball and it had been beautiful, but she hadn’t visited since. She entered looking around, it was truly impressive. Atlantis had had 3 arboretums, the main taking up a third of a whole deck and it wasn’t nearly this gorgeous. She wandered about, barefoot, until she found a plant she’d never seen before. She sat down on the ground, preferring that to a nearby bench and opened the sketch book and began draw the plant that had gotten her attention.

McKenzie, DA

Pretha had time off. Well, not really, she still had to do the rotation roster for this week. It was her job to take those given to her for her shift and spread them in the areas of most importance. And she had to see to it that the next training sim for CRIT was going to be ready on time for approval in a few days. Next week, all willing, it would be run.

Heading into the Arboretum, she had a PaDD in hand in she came around the corner and saw someone on the grass. From behind, she didn’t recognize the crewman so she coughed so she wasn’t sneaking up and smiled. “Forgive me… I hope I’m not intruding. I was going to sit over there on the bench.” She motioned to bench on the far side of the area of grass about thirty feet away and turned ninety degrees from facing Revna. “If it won’t be a bother?” She knew, even that far, some wouldn’t like the hovering so she was already mentally choosing where else to go in case this woman didn’t want her nearby.

Pretha
CRIT Ldr

Revna was pretty observant and aware of her surroundings. A skill she had carried over from her fighter pilot days, and then of course she was very observant of people. She had heard the soft foot falls of the approaching person. She finished a line, lifting her pencil before turning. She smiled at the woman, recognizing her…oh it was Lt Oberon. But still Revna smiled welcomingly to her. “Of course not. The arboretum is for all of us to share. By all means. If you want privacy I can come back later. The plant isn’t going anywhere, and I’m not that good of an artist anyway.”
McKenzie, DA

Pretha waved her off with a smile. “No, please. I don’t need privacy.” She held up the PaDD in her hand. “Just going over shift rosters. And those are amazing blooms. I’d hate to move you from your spot and lose the view you have. Trying to get the identical place next time, while not impossible, never seems as satisfying as the naturalness of the first time.” She wasn’t a drawing artist, but she knew from shooting practices, and doing raid sims over and over, that the first time was always instinctive and natural, while every ‘recreation’ after that seemed forced and off.

Revna laughed softly, “I wouldn’t try to recreate the same situation. It’s a new one with the same subject. Each time is unique. Like life, sometimes moments can be completed to fulfillment and others are stopped short. You don’t try to go back and get that moment again, you just savor the next one for itself.”

She nodded to Revna’s pad. “And I am guessing you are better than you think or you wouldn’t keep doing it.” She smiled and winked in encouragement. “How long have you been drawing? I can’t draw a straight line with a program, personally.” She laughed lightly. “Not an artistic bone in my body, I fear.”

Pretha
CRIT Ldr

“It’s not about being good. I do it because I enjoy it. It allows me to be in the moment, record my memory in a more permanent form. It only matters if it means something to me, not if it’s good or bad. For a few minutes I get to connect to something larger than myself. My twin is a much better artist than me. Actually her students are probably better than me, and they’re preschoolers.”

McKenzie, DA

Pretha laughed lightly and settled on the bench. It wasn’t so far away she had to yell, and in the small clearing, sound traveled well enough anyway. “I doubt they are better than you. Merely see things differently is all. And you are right, about each moment being different. I never gave it a thought to think to draw. I do keep journals and write down things. But when it comes to visuals, I would describe the flower, or object, exactly the same way regardless where I was sitting. So I think you have a better grasp on the moment with being able to see it from different angles with your pencils.” She had a brief thought of D’Vash as McKenzie made the comment of moments being fleeting. “And you are right about time. Sometimes things last and sometimes things don’t. We just hope for the best and move on.”

There was a tone of unhappiness in the comment, despite her maintaining a smile that, for a fleeting moment, didn’t quite reach her eyes. She shook her head slightly then the shine returned. “I will find myself looking at things slightly different every time I see them, now. Thank you for that. Perhaps things will change because of it.” She wondered how it would change, but something told her it would.

Pretha
CRIT Ldr

Revna, being who she was, noticed the unhappiness and the quick return to the moment. It was…freeing and confusing to not have to play counselor. To simply let people have their feelings without having to worry about whether or not it affected their jobs. There would always be a part of her that would be counselor and confidant to anyone who asked, but she didn’t have to be now. It was strange, but that was another life, someone else’s life. She smiled, “It works, but it takes effort to make it work. Like right now. I came to find a moment to be in because I was having trouble doing that on my own in my quarters. And you know, nature does this perfectly on it’s own.”

McKenzie, DA

Pretha nodded. “I know what you mean. I can’t say it’s the nature aspect of this location, but it’s the differentness of the place that helps me. When I am in the grey halls and rooms of the ship, I find my mind limited to that kind of demeanor. Always work, always regimine, always rules and regs. And out here, where I can barely make out the ship walls, if I sit in the right position, I can break that mesmorization and think a bit more clearly. Seems odd to say when I’m on a ship for the rest of my career,” she laughed lightly. “But, regardless, it helps.” Realizing she sounded bordering pathetic, the young woman quickly changed the subject.

“So did you choose the Manny or was it just the next up in your tour rotation?” She hadn’t been to many places, but she liked hearing other folks’ stories.

Pretha
CRIT Ldr

Revna shrugged. “Tour rotation isn’t really a thing in the Diplomatic Corp. It’s strange after being in the fleet. I didn’t choose Manhattan, but I was recruited specifically to work with Ambassador S’Tek. What about you?”
McKenzie, DA


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