Posted March 28, 2023, 4:27 p.m. by Civilian Jason Reilly (Assistant Director - Colonial Intelligence) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Lieutenant Hannah Lori Asimina (Asst. Chief Medical Officer) in It’s Time. Make The Call.
Posted by Civilian Jason Reilly (Assistant Director - Colonial Intelligence) in It’s Time. Make The Call.
“We’ve got a little over an hour before I call my parents.”
“Oh my, whatever could we do for that long?” he asked and gave her a quick peck and said “We can unpavk one of your crates, is what we could do. Besides, I don’t want you sick to your stomach when you call your family.” and he shook his head. “Not that I don’t have other ideas besides unpacking you.”
Hannah laughed, “You always have other ideas…but so do I.” She leaned her head against his shoulder for a moment and glared at the crates sitting in the living room, “Okay.” She stood up and walked over to them and cracked a lid. Books and pictures were on the top. Under that was a blanket. Hannah didn’t keep random blankets, but she tended to be cold lately, which was so weird. She folded it and set it on the back of the couch. The rest of that particular crate was her emergency medical kit and search and rescue pack. Years of habit made her check them before she set them both in the closet by the door. That left the books and photos. “Suggestions on where to put these?”
“Bookcase and wall?” Jason said with a laugh. “Seriously, though… you can put them anywhere. I still have stuff to unpack as well, so we can just get everything out and somewhere, and then move things as we think needs to be moved. Sound good?”
Hannah smirked, “That’s fine with me. You know I’ve never lived in an apartment. It’s always been Fleet standard quarters or my room on Catawba. Good thing you knew what to get. If you had left it up to me, I would have filled this place with camping equipment.” Hannah laughed and took a stack of books and wandered about the apartment setting books on bookshelves in each of the rooms. There was no method or reason behind what she left where. The photo frames were self adhesive and she stuck them on walls wherever they seemed to land. Hannah knew most likely everything would be moved around before they were done, so she was being totally carefree about it.
It was time to call her parents, and Hannah was sitting in front of the main comm unit. She felt nervous. She honestly wasn’t sure how her parents would take it. Not with them knowing how upset she was when Daniel disappeared. She hadn’t talked to them since. Just a couple of quick letters. Hannah sat back as the console spun the Federation symbol waiting to connect. The screen flashed as the picture switched. On the screen was an older woman, almost completely grey hair with a few black strands. Hannah! She looked off screen and waved her hands wildly for attention and signed, Everyone! It’s Hannah! There was scrapping and running and stomping and shuffling of feet and bodies and the screen was filled with people of different species, ages, genders, all signing and waving wildly. Hannah exchanged several pleasantries before a woman with Hannah’s blonde hair, just starting to show flashes of white throughout. Hannah, my baby! Hannah grinned and waved at everyone else. I need to talk to just mom and dad. I miss you all! An older man with a weathered face, laugh lines, and brown black hair, and a grey streak at his left temple appeared. Judging by his facial structure and skin tone he had some North American Tribal ancestry in his family, but oddly had Hannah’s blue eyes. Dad!
He smiled cautiously and waved. Hannah are you okay? You don’t usually write and insist on talking right away. Her mother pushed her dad in the shoulder, rocking him sideways. Maybe she just wanted to talk to us. Her father snorted with a grin.
Hannah grinned, her happy joyful self. I’m okay. I’m better than okay. I have something I need to tell you. I’m really happy, and I really hope you are… There was the sound of palms slamming on a table and chair falling over. Hannah slumped slightly. NO Hannah. This is a bad and his palms slapped together with the force of the word, idea. Do not tell me that worthless hputha has returned again. You finally have your life back you are not giving it up for him!
The whole time Hannah was signing, No…Dad no…just sit down…Dad listen…it’s not… Finally, “Dad! Stop!” He was so surprised to hear her voice he paused. Just listen, please? Her father stared at the screen for a moment, then held up a single finger and walked out of the screen. Her mother’s gaze followed him and then looked at Hannah. You know he has never liked anything you’ve told him about D-a-n-i-e-l. Just give him a moment.
It’s not about Daniel. He has nothing to do with this… Hannah sighed. Her mother nodded, Let me go get him, and she disappeared off the screen too. Hannah looked at Jason but didn’t know what to say.
Jason stood out of the vid, but he set his hand on her shoulder. “It’ll be okay. And honestly? I like your dad. He thinks the same way I do.” and he grinned and winked.
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