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 Commander Luka (Executive Officer) in Rovan Moor: Arrival to the Athena
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The next recording had been sent on October 26. Allison was leaning against the old tree, and there was dirt on her face. She wore some ratty old jeans and a light green tank top with the Cavendish logo embroidered on her left sleeve. She looked tired. Not sleepy tired, but worn out. Given the work she’d been doing over the past few months, it wasn’t unexpected that she might be somewhat worn out. Her hair, however, was in a state Rovan might be shocked by. The long blonde hair was simply… Gone. She had cut it drastically and now had what looked like a pixie cut, with most of her hair cut within a few inches of her skin and the bangs pulled over to rest sideways across her head.

Rovan angled his head as he watched the image of Allie leaning against the tree. His eyes, yellow and catlike studied her new hairstyle, and he nodded in silent approval. It was definitely different and he had never seen her with short hair, he had always adored the way she wore her hair out when she was relaxing. Now with her hair so short, it accentuated the curve of her face, her eyes, and her lips. It may have been a style for much easier maintenance while she worked, he thought, but she was incredibly cute even if she did look exhausted.

She smiled. “Hey, Rovan. The trees are losing their leaves,” she commented, grabbing the camera and pointing it around, giving him a better idea of the property. She pointed the camera at the big house, and for once Rovan might get an idea of this building. It was three or four stories tall, built like a Victorian mansion. Even at that glance, he’d see that the whole building was probably larger than the ship he had called home, growing up. “Pretty big, eh? They have it split into a few smaller sections for each family to live in, like apartments, kinda, and the entire family helps on cleaning days.” She played around with the camera direction until it was facing her again. “In other news, it’s almost Halloween. It’s one of my favorite holidays, and this year we’re going to drive out to the nearest neighborhood so the kids can do some proper trick-or-treating. Trust me, it’s fun!” She grinned. “I’m going to dress up like River. I know it’s old, but I love Firefly. I heard they’re thinking of making a tenth series. I wonder if it’s going to be a reboot like the last one…” She chuckled. “I’ve caught up on all the Firefly shows they made while I was gone. Sorry, I didn’t wait for you… I was too impatient, I guess. Anyways, I’m eager to get washed, so I’ll be saying bye now. Love you,” she smiled, and the message ended.

Five more messages.

“Oh you are so going to be watching those again.” Rovan said, a smirk on his face as the next message began to play. “Nothing compares to the first series, but you can’t leave me hanging when we only got up to the 7th Series.” Allison couldn’t know, but he had named his personal ship while he was away on his mission ‘Serenity’. He still had it, stored in private storage for a time when he was no longer in Starfleet or on Leave.

The next message had been recorded on November 17. Allison sat in a new, unfamiliar room. Although, it wasn’t totally unfamiliar as some of the photos had included shots of this room. It seemed to be a small living room, with a fireplace mantle on one side of the room and several nice couches scattered around the walls. Allison was curled up in one of the arm chairs with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around her body and holding a steaming mug in her hands. The sound of a crackling fire was audible, and she had a quiet expression.

“That looks cozy,” he said quietly as he watched, his eyes fixed on Allie but he frowned as he noticed something not quite right. The way she was sitting perhaps, or an unusual bulge under the blanket. “What have you done to yourself?” He asked the screen, concerned that she might not be ok.

Allison glanced up at the camera and took a long sip of her drink. “Hey, Rovan,” she said softly. She slipped one leg out of the fuzzy blanket to reveal that it was encased in a cast. “So, apparently, if your foot stops moving forward while your leg keeps going, it’s bad. We were playing this game called European Handball, me and a few of the older kids. And I… tripped. Badly. So… I’ve got a broken ankle.” She grinned sheepishly. “I’ll bet you there’s no scar by new year. It kinda sucks to have no records of my physical history. I don’t even have my childhood scars. I broke a few things in the original crash, so I think the beings roided me up with something to heal broken bones real quick. It’s kinda bizzare. I’m lucky I was able to set my arm decently. Can you imagine couple centuries with a badly healed arm bone?” She trailed off quietly, then pulled her leg back into the blanket pile. “So it’s a few weeks off my feet. See you… Whenever you manage to get a message back out to me. Love you,” she said, and the message ended.

Four more messages.

“See, and if you were back in civilization you would have a tool that would of fixed that in a few hours.” He said to himself, shaking his head with the disbelief that such a simple tool for health and well being might not be on hand, nor the local doctors had access to one. Of course, Rovan wasn’t upset of the thought of Allison taking a break for a few weeks and staying off her feet, especially with how tired she had looked in the previous vid. “All you need now is some Ktarian music and you would be set for the evening. Take care of yourself Allie,” he said to her image, “I love you, and miss you. You’ll hear from me soon.”

The next message was from December 8. There was a soft, cold lighting, and Allison wasn’t in the initial shot. The camera showed the view out her room, which included the big tree. There was a faint layer of snow over everything. “I wish you could have grown up with seasons like I did,” was the first thing Allison said. “The winter is cold, but it’s beautiful. I guess you don’t really miss the seasons, not having grown up with them, but still… They’re amazing. You’re pretty amazing too… Heh. I got news of you. I know I shouldn’t have anything, especially now that I know what I know. I went into Toronto this past weekend, and I talked with a few people from Starfleet. I entertained them with first hand accounts of some old heroes from their history, and when I mentioned you, one of them recognized your name. He was an Admiral of some sort. He recognized your name and said he knew you were alive and doing good work for Starfleet. He said a couple other things, but not something I can say. I just wanna tell you… Stay safe out there…”

“Admiral Harris.” He said, and smiled again. The Admiral had been the one to approach him with the mission, high stakes, no guarantee of success and little chance of rescue of things went wrong. Of course at the time of this message, things had been coming to a head and her words of ‘stay safe out there’ had been touch and go for a while. His smile faded as those thoughts came over him, people who he had relied on, manipulated and used to complete his mission. Bad people by anyone’s account, but people who had been that way by necessity, by circumstance. Many who were no longer in this life, some who never knew he wasn’t who he said he was. It was his ship, Serenity, and Allison. They had kept him grounded, each time he woke and saw his ship, he thought of her. Allison had kept him who he was, and in Rovan’s mind, it was her who was amazing.

The camera was still facing out the window, and he could hear her shuffling around a chair for a few moments before the camera began to jitter and was turned around to face her. Her hair was getting a little longer, but it was still very short. “I’m considering going back to Starfleet. Not right away, I just got my cast off. But, you know, eventually. Maybe in the New Year, I’ll send a message to the big wigs. I don’t want to go back to the Genesis… There’s too many memories there. I’ll ask for a new ship. Maybe we’ll end up in the same place, eventually. Once you’re finished your current mission…” She glanced away. “Anyways… Love you, Rovan. Stay safe…”

Three more messages.

Ooc: D25, J1, J10

Recordings of Allison

“Computer, pause playback.” He said, then he looked at the screen and image of Allie for a few minutes. “I am safe, I’m right here watching you, wishing I was there.” He almost whispered to himself. Now he had to stand again, stretch slightly and walk. He pushed away the memories of the last few months and moved to the replicator, taking a glass of water and walking around his room for a short time before coming to stand a his window and looking out to the stars beyond.

Somewhere, out among those stars Allison was sleeping right at that moment, while he stood and looked at the pinpoint of light that was her sun. Like the planet locked explorers and lovers of old he gazed at them. While those ancient people could only wonder at what was out there, Rovan knew that one of those points of light would soon be shining over a woman that he loved, a woman that he wanted to hold in his arms and not let go of again. He found a strong sense of contentment in that thought, Allison was out there, sleeping and safe. With the memories of the last few months pushed aside, he returned to the console and took a large drink, then sat and placed the glass beside him. “Computer, continue playback.”

Lt j.g. Rovan Moor
Engineer/Pilot