Posted by Civilian Jessa Novar (Child) in Meeting with the XO…when the past doesn’t match the future or the present

Posted by Commander Garinder’Jen th’Jir (Executive Officer) in Meeting with the XO…when the past doesn’t match the future or the present

Posted by Civilian Jessa Novar (Child) in Meeting with the XO…when the past doesn’t match the future or the present
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With a breath of motion Jen slid the phaser from her hand and set it down on the table, still within reach of her if she wanted it back but himself staying away from it to not be seen as a threat. It was given to her. It was not for him to take away.

Jessa did not make a move or fight to get the phaser back. Instead, her face bore a confused expression as she looked at the weapon on the table. “You can check that. I did not use any of your projectiles or energy pellets. It is fully loaded.” Pausing she added, “I chose not to use it. Remember that.” Secretly Jessa had no idea how to use the weapon. Obviously, the buttons on the weapon fired it but past that logical assumption, she had no idea how the weapon worked. This wasn’t the only reason Jessa didn’t use it but it was a factor of why she did not keep it. With her suit, she had weapons at the touch of her fingertips so returning it might be seen as an act of good faith or the end of the deal Jessa had made when she accepted it.

Walking away from the table, Jessa moved to the couch and took a seat without being asked or invited. Her action was not to assert authority but more the youthful mentality that she and the XO were equals. Sitting down, she slipped off her shoes before tucking her feet under her. The action was fluid and natural indicating Jessa was not some child left to be raised alone but taught basic manners on some level. The room was much colder than most of the other rooms on the Atlantis. Jessa wasn’t sure if this was intentional or just a malfunction in climate controls. Sitting down, however, she was able to pull her sweatshirt over her knees and take the slight chill off she was experiencing.

=^= Computer raise cabin temperature to Earth room temperature standard =^= There was no sense in her not being comfortable.

“You don’t have to do that,” Jessa stated raising her chin slightly. She could not look weak or show a weakness. “I could activate my armor but Ian said that if I did your light slide…I mean transport would send me to the brig.” As the XO, Jen would have been privy to an order like this. Since Kelly hadn’t mentioned it to him, it could have been an oversight or a tactical move to see how much control they actually had over Jessa. As if contemplating her own words, Jessa changed her tone and demeanor. “Thank you Clonal,” she used the rank Jen had stated instead of the one she had been told. Something did not sit right in her belly with the man in the room with her. While he seemed to look familiar and sound familiar, his demeanor was polar opposite from the other times she met him. It could be an act or maybe he was telling the truth.

“Hospitality is a strong custom on Andor,” he said. “Guests are treated with honor.” He was likely more accustomed to the warmth than she to the cold after the years of more temperate acclimation anyway. That said, guests were held in honor on Andor, a tradition grown out of their martial society and a way to curb unnecessary duels over slights. Jen hadn’t heard of that failsafe and wondered if it had been something said just to moderate her behavior and keep her out of her shell per se.

“Your concern about the wellbeing of the Elders and myself is noted and will be rewarded,” Jessa stated in a formal tone that sounded almost sarcastic coming from one so young however her expression was more of gratitude. The Andorian was very hard to read. He reminded Jessa of Adar Vyce with his constant stoic expression. It was a very fine line Jessa was toeing. Her capitulation to these people would not be permitted or allowed however what was one more charge against her either way when the adjudicators arrived? Jessa was alone and needed allies. Hopefully, Jen would see her promise of protection for him as honorable also.

“I say Da Mu was my truth,” Jessa turned the conversation back to one where she could control the flow of information, “because Da Mu was gifted with the rare divination of utter truth. He could comprehend the truth, facts, and the mechanics by which people hid behind lines no matter how hidden or complex that lie was. He was able to know when someone was lying and find the truth under the falsehood. He was important to the quad because he told us who we could trust and believe in.” Her comment reinforced the senior staff joke about drinking the kool-aid. Jessa freely admitted that whatever Da Mu stated she would accept. Reaching up she scratched at the corner of her eye before letting her emotions show.

“He was a rare individual,” Jen said quietly. Da Mu would make a poor diplomat in Jen’s estimation. Diplomacy seemed to dance around truth rather than seeking it. Though he would be priceless for an advisor. Jen could also see how his gift would be seen as dangerous. Nobody who lived in the shadows wanted to be brought into the light. And he could see how important such a person would be to her, to bask in the light and not dance in the shadows. For a child that would be very comforting.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “His divination was uncommon among our ranks. To have the ability to touch someone and know everything…it was very different from Rogan who could only read your past actions. Da Mu could read your soul.” It was evident how in awe Jessa was with the fallen Elder. Jen would have seen the same reverence in the troops he led into battle. With nothing to believe in, soldiers often threw all their faith into their leader following their orders almost without thought was how generals mustered their troops to do things most people would never consider. Jessa held this same reverence in her words and expression.

Ahhh .. a touch telepath. They must be a telepathic society, at least in part and with different strengths. Da Mu must have been one of unusual power among their people. “I imagine that people like that are honored in your society,” he said. He wanted to ask whether there were more among them or whether it was present in everyone to a certain degree. Did she have it?

“Yes. I was granted the extreme honor of being assigned as part of their Quad over all others.” Jessa worked hard to keep her voice level and calm. Everyone had always told her how lucky she was to have been placed with them. Da Mu was wise and patient. Rogan was dashing, adventurous, and handsome. Zala Tsu was intelligent and empathic. At least this is what again everyone told her but Jessa was starting to wonder how truthful this admission was.

“He used to read to me when I was little. Epic story tales about Ungar the Just and how he freed the people of Coreain from the lies of their King or how Xulanata the Wise imparted truth to billions in the Siglais Galaxy. ” Pressing the cuffs of her sleeves into her eyes, Jessa took a second to get her emotions in check.

Jessa Novar

And reading to her. Add a father figure to this too. He remained quiet and slowly settled into a chair opposite her to wait for her to regain her composure. As much as she was a child she had a responsibility cast upon her. And he still didn’t know what it was that his alter ego wanted from her and what was the point of the phaser. Keeping a secret of a gift of that phaser could coax her into feeling a part of some secret conspiracy but then what? “You are a noble people. How did you come across the Federation?” he asked.
- Jen, XO

“If you mean how we got here, it was by the celestial labyrinth. I think your officer Chris Robbins said you call it the cosmic web. It is a series of tunnels we take to travel from one area to another. My home,” Jessa felt a knot forming in her throat. It was not the sharing of information that was upsetting her. It was speaking about the reality that was slowly sinking in. “Is really far away. So far in fact we weren’t sure we could get here. It took us a month to travel almost a billion and a half light years.” Pausing she silently added And I am not sure how I will get home. “We were not looking specifically for your Federation. You are just a speck of dust in the universe.” Jessa wanted to end the conversation but knew it would not stop here and Rinker probably told this man everything already. “We found the coordinates for this backwater splotch of space through the Undevot.” The flash of shock passing over her face could not be missed by someone as seasoned as Jen. It was evident that something Jessa stated was not meant to be shared.

Jessa Novar

A slip. Undevot. That could be anything, however. The way she spoke they were a people who were ceremonial and almost religious in nature ruled it seemed by caste and position. Were the Undevot whom she spoke of the ‘undevoted’ or an outcast group of theirs? Or aliens like the Federation whom they didn’t see as equals. A curious thing to tuck away. He didn’t change his expression when she made her slip of her expression. Yet that was significant travel they had made. Celestial labyrinth. Cosmic web? Perhaps transwarp corridors? Certainly wormholes would be more rare than what she was describing. He lifted a brow at her mention of the Federation as a speck of dust, but then the very mention of 1.5 billion light years. There would be a dozen galaxies between them and here at that distance - the nearest galaxies less than 20,000 light years away. A span they had not yet attempted by any standard by normal warp speeds. “Aren’t we all just a speck compared to the universe,” Jen said while thinking of the technology that it must have taken to span that distance in that little time. But why. Why this far? If the Federation was so insignificant they couldn’t have traveled just to annex the Federation. Something else was afoot here.

“Well, only those that don’t live in the light. It is why our mission is to bring enlightenment to everyone. So one’s soul does not blink out into nothingness. Without pain, one can not appreciate pleasure. Without sacrifice, one can not appreciate loss. Without torment, one can not appreciate blessing. One must suffer pain, sacrifice, and torment to be guided to the path of enlightenment. Upon finding and walking the path, one can be assured their soul will not dwell in the obsidian void of hell but flourish in the light of God’s truth. Kentros Graul said that. It’s one of my favorite quotes and gets me out of bed and off to work every morning.” Jessa wanted Jen to see her as an equal and not relegate her to child status as most of the crew tried to do. Maybe starting a conversation about their respective jobs would help and sway him towards her cause.

Theocratic then. Her mention that it was what got her out of bed was curious. Someone so young with the mindset of the ‘job’. “How is this pain, sacrifice, and torment brought to people?” he asked, then clarified in the same even tone.

“Well, life is all about pain and sacrifice,” Jessa spoke in a lower tone as she shrugged her shoulders. The act was not dismissive but more the gesture kids used when they had more to say but didn’t. Reaching up, she grabbed the end of one string from the hood of her sweatshirt and began twisting a finger around it. The task let her not look at Jen. It also let her talk while being slightly distracted.

“Most who go through life, who follow their conscience or values, will find that pain comes, that sacrifice is necessary.” He smiled wryly. “Most torment comes from people doing that to themselves.” He paused.

“I didn’t plan for any of this and I certainly don’t want anyone to sacrifice anything for me. I am capable of sacrificing for enlightenment. No one seems to want to listen to that,” Jessa blurted out curling her hands into fists and slamming them into her curled-up legs.

“I am listening. What does this enlightenment entail?”

“You follow the scriptures of The Divine. This leads you to Enlightenment which is the goal of life. You follow the path of enlightenment, memorizing every word, set out by the God, and then you are rewarded upon death,” her tone was getting more frustrated as Jessa struggled between wanting to drop her role as representative of the Galactic Union and knowing this was impossible. Why adults seemed to want to talk things to death frustrated her to no end. Life would be so much simpler if they just did what they were told and accepted facts without so many questions.

” A holy book?”

Jessa nodded confirming his question and leaving it as rhetorical as she listened as Jen spoke. His consistent and calm tone reminded her of Rinker. No matter how hard she pushed him, he did not seem to want to engage or send her away. Picking up the end of the string on her hood, Jessa fidgeted with it. If Jen was not going to throw his hands up and dismiss her, Jessa would allow her curiosity about him to occupy her mind. Evrilla was part of his race and told her a little about the Andorians. Jessa hoped the information matched. She didn’t trust most people on the crew but it was easier to try and trust them when they did not blatantly lie to her like Aimee and some of the others appeared to have done.

” Andorians, my people, hold to the belief that “With the bond we are whole, without the bond we are nothing”. It is a union, four to a clan, that represents Wisdom, Strength, Blood and Passion.” He smiled. “The suffix of my name is th’Jir. The ‘th’ is for Thaan and is attributed to wisdom.” How often had he wished he was strength through is life in the military? Yet, were they not the same in a way?

“Tell me Guardian Novar,” he said quietly. “Do you have this gift of discerning truth by touch?” The easiest way of getting past her barriers was to prove by her own skills that he was not his evil twin.
- Jen, XO

“No,” she tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “God did not grant me that gift but if he did I would not have been with my Quad. Everyone has a role. Diplomat, Educator, Tactician and,” Jessa stopped labeling those in her Quad. Her role was going to lead Jen into thinking Jessa was dangerous if she shared that she was the military arm of the Quad. It was not like she even knew how to fight if she did not have the enhanced combat programs of the suit. She was in training for it but not like she was yet proficient in all forms of combat. Running her fingers through her hair, Jessa waffled on her response. Maybe it would be good to show him her strength. He stated he was a soldier. Maybe if she kept the conversation on common ground they could formulate a basis of understanding.

Jen didn’t have to hear her finish. He could have finished easily for her, to say ‘guardian, warrior’. It was not that hard to fathom, yet she seemed shy to say it now, struggling almost. The others with her were evidently mature, but she was not. He did, however, “and Guardian. Similar to my own role and many on this ship.” He continued to think as she concentrated. How she got her sounded almost accidental. Sending her as a soldier for her group so far away - galaxys!! - was unlikely to be intentional. She was still learning.

“Yes, but I don’t plan to use my powers to do anything but help the weak and guide them into enlightenment. My divination was a gift from God. Why,” her tone had a plaintive whine to it, “would I use it to hurt or kill others? With God’s Divination comes God’s responsibility to pull those out of darkness and into the glory of enlightenment. Prejudice and hatred of those who follow the path result only in a cataclysmic destruction of civilization. It is a wildfire that scorches the landscape of society to a charred, blackened carcass. Nothing is more dangerous than the undevout to the preservation of culture, harmony, peace, and love. Do not shun the undevout but guide them into the light for they have only know chaos instead of clarity. That is what I have done but not you,” she suddenly became accusatory. Jessa immediately bit her lip and looked down. This was a slippery slope Her sessions with Rinker purporting the same ideology had met with banter she could not refute. Jessa could state until she was blue in the face that she and her Elders did not hurt or kill anyone but the only reason was because she had set the MECHS’s to civil defense mode. If any of the Elders had gotten to the MECH’s before her, it would have been a blood bath and the Elders would have been lounging on the bridge.

The long pause between her thinking and her mental dialogue would be obvious to Jen. While in no way did the man dress her down, as an XO, he had been in the position many time to point out the obvious and watch as someone processed what he was saying or thinking about what they had just pipped off to him.

Looking at Jen, Jessa was struggling to understand why he had so much interest in her now when before all he cared about was giving orders. Possibly it was to vette her for the next mission. If it was, Jessa needed to show him her worth. “I can move things,” Jessa rubbed her hands together in a motion as if trying to warm them up. “Don’t be scared okay? I won’t hurt you.”

“I trust you, Jessa,” he said, wondering what she meant exactly but it sounded benign, mostly. He tried NOT to look at her in the same way as he did to his son years before at her age when he had said ‘Let me show you something’.

Maybe you shouldn’t was the expression she wore looking at Jen. Jessa didn’t mean it as a threat but more a warning from her subconscious. The Union would come for her. When they did, Jessa had no idea how she could control that situation. She prayed it would go differently than it did with the Elders but her gut told her it would not. Her only hope was to convert the ship before the fleet arrived and minimize those that would be required to ascend the Altar of Cleansing with her in retribution for the death of the Elders.

Looking around the room, Jessa took a deep breath as she chose her target. Her training told her to direct her divination at Jen. It would make him respect her and her power. She could reach out and take his knife from the cabinet or the weapon on the table. It would also show her strength and Vyce always said that showing your strength was like exposing your jugular. Reaching out, Jessa lifted a glass sitting on the edge of his desk. The action was not perfectly smooth nor was Jessa able to concentrate on anything but the glass. Her gaze was directed solely on the object and her hand shook slightly. Jessa was not in distress but it was taking a lot of work to control the action.

Jessa Novar

He watched her, then heard the glass rattle just slightly and turned to look at it as it rose slowly with a small wobble. He glanced back to her and saw her focus. Intense. So her people were not just touch telepaths but had telekinetic ability too. That was something. And it was taking all her focus to do this. “Truly impressive, Jessa,” he said, and meant it. Surely it wasn’t something at her skill level that would be directly dangerous, but she could still open a door panel or manipulate a console or even activate a phaser when someone was wearing it. Small things but still significant.
Jen

His voice broke her concentration and made the glass shatter hitting the table. The expression on her face morphed into panic, not unlike an expression a kid wore when they broke something that wasn’t theirs. She had been thinking about too many other things than the task at hand. If the rest of the Quad had been with her, they would have helped her stabilize her divination but they were not. Seeing the mess angered her. Jessa should have not picked something so benign. If she had pushed or shoved the man sitting across from her, Jen would not have seen her failure. He would have seen her power and his mind would be wandering as to its potential. Now he would think she was weak , barely able to move a glass before she failed. Her feelings of helplessness boiled over. The crew had so many questions for her but Jessa also had a lot of questions.

“If you want me to trust you why are you all lying to me,” she made a wide gesture with her arms indicating her comment was to more than just Jen. Da Mu was right. She should have taken a hard line stance when they arrived. She should not be talking to the Mind Seer Rinker letting him twist up all she knew to be right and true. She should not have trusted Aimee or the man that may or may not be sitting across from her. Looking at Jen with a confused expression, Jessa flopped back on the couch. “Let’s pretend you weren’t the man in the room with Aimee.”

“Why is your precious and honorable Federation trying to paint the Union as the aggressors? If I am the enemy. If I am so bad and dangerous why would someone from your perfect Federation break me out, give me a weapon,” she gestured to the table as if Jen had forgotten it, “and then killed everyone I came with after you told us you would help us escape.” Jessa might want to portray she was tough as nails and an equal to any officer on the ship but none of this made any sense to her. She understood lying but not the reality of the adult world where things appeared one way but were vastly different. Until a month ago, Jessa believed without question. Since Halston and now this mission, she was questioning everything.

“Take me to your bridge right now,” she demanded. Her life was so regimented on this ship. Everything was planned, nothing spontaneous. If she felt like her life was a bad dream maybe it was just that

“I have seen your hologram room. It can make you believe you are somewhere you are not. How do I know I am even in a ship? How do I know any of this is real and not some ploy by the undevout to break me?”

Jessa Novar

OOC: Self bump .. ouch! Gene