Posted by Civilian Allison Fleet (Civilian) in Rovan Moor: Arrival to the Athena

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rovan Moor (Engineer/Pilot) in Rovan Moor: Arrival to the Athena

Posted by Civilian Allison Fleet (Civilian) in Rovan Moor: Arrival to the Athena
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“No, no no no.” Rovan said and pushed himself to his feet. “That was two weeks ago, no, more.” He raised his hands and ran his fingers through his hair. “It only took me three weeks to reintegrate and debrief from my mission and get reassigned.” He let out a huff of breath, it was so close, was she even on Earth? Looking at the times between the messages, it was about due to receive another, but would it be from a ship somewhere he couldn’t reach her?

Reaching forward, he switched off the monitor then paced around his room some more and looked at the time, there was still around two hours until Allie would be awake, he thought, and he had Duty later that morning. He needed sleep, although he knew that he was unlikely to get any with the thoughts, a mixture of excitement, anticipation and fear that she would no longer be on Earth running through his mind. Having already showered and being ready for sleep, he brushed his teeth and dimmed the lights. Setting some soft and soothing Ktarian music playing just slightly above his hearing range, Rovan lay on his bed and set the computer to wake him at exactly when it would be 6am for Allison.

Lying there, on his bed Rovan realized how alone he had been without her. Since she had fallen into the coma, he had lain in his bed each night, alone and with his thoughts, without the sound of her next to him, without the scent of her on the sheets when he woke up. At first, he had felt it keenly on the Genesis when he returned to his quarters from sitting at her side. Then he had felt it again when he had begun his mission, being even more alone with his thoughts and growing frustrated and solitary. That had worked wonders for his portrayal of the revolutionary arms dealer and raider with the bad attitude, and he hadn’t needed to act. The emotions of anger and frustration were real enough.

Tired as he might have been, his eyes flew open as the computer announced it was time for him to awaken. Barely registering that he had slept, Rovan rolled to his feet and brought up the lights more, turning off the music and heading to the bathroom to wash and tidy up. Not ten minutes later and he had put on a high collared shirt that he had worn often when relaxing with Allison. It was big and comfortable and once or twice he had caught her wearing it when she brought coffee in the morning. If she was still there, she would recognize it. He had been wearing it the last time she saw him. Getting himself an extra strong blend of Ktarian coffee, he turned for his desk and private console.

Sitting at the table, he paused a minute and put his elbows on the table, then his chin on his knuckles. This was it, it had been months and he had never known if he would talk to her again, see her again. He didn’t know if she was even on Earth still, but he had to try. 6.15am where she was and he was either going to get an excited Allison, or a very grumpy looking man or woman he was about to wake up. “Computer, call Allison Fleet, Cavendish Nurseries, Canada, Earth.” He said, and for a moment the computer processed the request.

Then the symbol of Starfleet came up before him as the call was connected, and at the other end the console in the large house lit up with the same symbol as the incoming call from the U.S.S. Athena was received. Rovan dropped his hands, to the table and leaned forward slightly, watching the screen and waiting for it to be answered as he sipped his Ktarian coffee. It was something to keep his hands still and calm as he waited. Under the table, his foot was tapping with nervous energy that he found ironic. He could pilot a fighter through an asteroid field with a grin, but calling Allison, he felt like he was a Ktarian teenager again.

Lt j.g. Rovan Moor
Engineer/Pilot

It took a few moments, but the call was eventually answered. His console showed the signal of being connected to the other side of the call. It blinked for a moment, then an image came into focus. It was of a fairly modern looking room, the walls of the room made of paneled wood. In front of the screen was a middle aged woman, dressed in what was obviously nightwear. It was winter. As tree farmers, they had little to do but wait for spring, so waking up early was only an artifact of the rest of the year.

The woman stared hard at the stranger on the other side of the line, then a flash of recognition seemed to come over her. “You’re the man in the photograph, aren’t you,” she reflected softly. “Well, then. Hello. I’m Lillian Fleet. You must be Rovan Moor, if I’m not mistaken,” she leaned back slightly, watching the screen.

There was a slight question in her eyes. Why had he called, especially at this early hour? She could guess, but she’d hear it from the man’s mouth before assuming anything. He might want to buy a tree.

• Lillian Fleet

“Good morning, I’m sorry if I woke you.” Rovan said, and gave her an honest smile. Maybe he had rung too early, or maybe the people who didn’t go out to work on the farm still rose early with those that did. He didn’t know, there wasn’t much farming done on a freighter in space after all.

“No mistake Ma’am,” he told Lillian. For all the world, he couldn’t place her from the huge list of names that Allie had told him. He guessed he would learn eventually. “I am Rovan Moor, yes, Allisons” he paused slightly, just imperceptibly before continuing, “friend. I’m so sorry for calling at this early hour, I thought it might be the best time to catch her before she went about her duties on the farm. Is she, still there? Her messages said that she was returning to Starfleet?” He leaned forward into the screen slightly, and while he was smiling, there was a hint of worry in his eyes. “I’ve been, away, for a long time. I’ve only just got back and found out that she was awake from the coma.”

Lt j.g. Rovan Moor
Engineer/Pilot