Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Back on the Atlantis…Cara and Miri Vane…when the past does not match the present or the future

Posted by Lieutenant Cara Esmé Mardusk (Counselor / Education Specialist) in Back on the Atlantis…Cara and Miri Vane…when the past does not match the present or the future

Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Back on the Atlantis…Cara and Miri Vane…when the past does not match the present or the future
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The ride over in the shuttle had been quiet. Miri and her crew kept relatively quiet as was the crew of the Atlantis. She wondered briefly how on edge they must be. First Greetings often terrified people because they feared the unknown. This was not the first time Miri had been part of the team greeting a potential member of a new civilization however it was the first time they were not welcomed with more open arms. Looking over at Cara, Miri could not help but notice the bright red color of her counterparts hair. It was a lovely color on the woman but so different than her own. Sitting there, Miri mentally compared them. They both appeared to be about the same height and weight. Miri however had silvery white hair that was styled in a blunt cut that just brushed the top of her shoulders. Her lavender eyes were a distinct contrast to Cara bright green ones. She was excited to get to know more of her personality.

Cara spent the quiet ride back to the Atlantis openly studying Miri Vane. Cara was curious but cautious. This should be exciting. This was the first time she’d been part of a first contact where there wasn’t an air of anticipation and excitement and the discovery and possibilities. No matter what Pellan and Adar said, they did not need to bring a fleet that big here. Jessa’s ship had made it just fine with a crew of five. Pellan and Adar obviously knew what had transpired on the Atlantis, and if they were not violent people, why did they not begin with apologies and explanations - of any sort. That was a question Cara hoped to answer.

As the shuttle landed on the Atlantis hangar, Miri stepped out and looked around. It was considerably smaller than the hangar of the Redemption but the Atlantis was a vastly smaller ship. She waited patiently for Cara to make the first move in where they would go to get to know each other better.

Miri Vane

Stepping off the shuttle into the bay, the two large targs followed Gravel and Cara off. It was hilarious to Cara they had gone unnoticed until now. The beasts were truly stealthy when they wanted to be. She turned to look at them, “Hall, ghoS.” When Oats looked at her expectantly, “Pelos, ‘avwI’.” Gravel may not like it too much, but that was just too bad. It was for both their peace of minds. Other than a quick nod to him, nothing else was said. She turned to Miri, “This way,” and she led the way out the door of the bay. Outside, waiting like always, was En Royo, her ever faithful body guard, tour guide, seeing eye human. Cara gave a quiet mental chuckle at that. She didn’t say anything to him, she just nodded to him as they moved toward the lift.

“I though’ perhaps we’d start in my office. Get ta know each other a bit,” she said to Miri as Royo called for the deck and the lift took off.

Lt. Mardusk, counselor

Miri entered the elevator and moved to the side allowing everyone to enter. The person joining them appeared to be going with them as they were waiting for Cara when the shuttle landed and they disembarked. Miri was surprised to see the animal also following them into the elevator. Pets were also common on the Redemption but most people did not bring them on duty unless it was for a purpose. “What is your pets name,” Miri asked trying to break the ice.

Cara’s green eyes danced. “He’s not really a pet in the way you are thinking. He is a working animal. Highly trained, and very attentive to his duties. His name is Oats. His brother is Hall.” Cara looked down at the targ with far too intelligent eyes. “ngu’,” she ordered him. It wasn’t the typical order identifying Vane as a friend, but the more strict command of “identify”. Oats would take in her scent and be able to find her wherever she went on the ship. He would alert if he scented her anywhere she should not be. Miri wouldn’t know that though, neither would Royo. At the command Oats looked up at her and let out a guttural snort.

“We have pets too,” she replied looking at the animal and thinking how odd it was for someone to keep livestock as a pet. Staring at the animal, Miri let a small smile curl the edges of her mouth. There was no need to insult these people. Miri contemplated the animal and reminded herself that these were a primitive people. It was not uncommon for worlds not in the Union to prize their beasts as if they were pets. Her mind wandered even though her face continued to show the warmth of a genuine smile. “Pleased to meet you Oats.”

Oats looked at her, eyes narrowed and then turned away, clearly dismissing her as unimportant.

“It will be nice to get to know you and your crew more,” Miri stated. Internally she cringed at the word nice. The word she wanted to use was intriguing but that would have put Cara even more on the defense. She was not friends with this woman nor was Miri actually seeking the woman’s help. It was like a blind date where two people were thrust into a social situation where both were unsure how it would end. It was also odd for Miri to be associating with someone in Cara’s profession. In the Union, mind seers were banned and the punishment was re-education. Having a real life mind seer to study fascinated Miri. Until now she only had academic texts which was used to train her in her profession. This interaction with Cara would make for a one of a kind case study for her profession. Since the woman had no idea her profession was illegal, it allowed Miri to study her without any bias.

Cara chuckled, “I was thinking more along the lines of enlightenin’ After all, that is the purpose of these little chats.” Cara couldn’t wait to get into the conversation and find out what exactly Miri was sent to find out. Of course her job was to do the same. It was a game of chess. Or… more like fighting the dark Sidhe. Trying to out trick them before they devoured you. The Galactic Union was certainly out to devour anything in its path.

“Is it common for your Federation to poke fun at other’s religions?” She let the comment linger long enough to take a breath before continuing. “Don’t answer that. We are not here to lob insults at each other and and I did refrain from a little sarcastic wit about how cuddly your pet was.” Miri was used to hostile patients in her sessions and while this was not a typical session per say it was in essence a session. These Federation people were hostile and angry. She could understand why but that did not mean she would take insults hurled at her that were poorly hidden as playful banter. “I understand your anger and hostility due to your first encounter with the Galactic Union. It was reprehensible however I encourage you to be more open minded with your thinking and not paint everyone in the Union with the same brush that was tainted by those Elders.”

How interesting. While Cara had been genuine in her statement Miri was immediately offended by the word ‘enlightening’. Cara filled that away for later. She listened to the woman. The more Miri talked the harder it became for Cara to not laugh and hide her smile. She did hide it though. Though if Miri actually took the time to see Cara and not look down her nose at her, she would see in her eyes that Cara was amused by the childish outburst. Cara wasn’t even trying and she’d already managed to rile the woman up. This was going to be easier than she anticipated. However, Cara kept her posture relaxed, and her gaze met Royo’s in a friendly smile, seemingly not having heard a word that Miri said. It was going to take more than that to get a rise out of Cara. Nor was she going to rush to beg forgiveness and please let her explain. And try to appease the woman.

Watching the display on the turbo, Miri realized that the mathematics of this place did not match their own numerical system. Her orders from the Chancellor were simple and easy to follow in regard to her reason to be on the ship. It also allowed for natural conversation. “Our mathematics are different,” she gestured to the display. I guess I will have to trust that you are taking me to your office and not the brig,” she made a small joke. Miri had did not have the reference to know what eleven meant when the destination was called out in the elevator. Now she could reasonably assume it was a number but it was next to impossible to figure out their numerical system based on a single word.

Miri Vane psychopathologist

“Really? I would expect ta no understand the language of another culture right away. Part of the discovery and learnin’.”

“That is part of the excitement about meeting another civilization but I will admit it is puzzling on some level that we all speak a basic common tongue. Our linguistics team is very excited to find where the linguistic divergences are between what we call Galactic Standard and you call Federation Standard?” The end of her sentence had a questioning lithe to it. Miri was not sure that is what they referred to their language but linguists were not exactly creative people. “The inability to read your written form of your language is predictable. Most primitive cultures exist with oral traditions before they put their words to paper.” Miri could not let the dig from earlier go unchallenged. “Without a codex to refer to society’s will invent their own. At least that is what we have found across the stars.”

“That is a conversation for the linguistic and anthropology experts. Perhaps even social philosophers. I am no’ any of those. Are ya? Is that yer field of study? If so, I can arrange for a different guide if ya wish.” Cara didn’t miss the jab at being primitive. Miri’s continued attempts to rile her and make her feel defensive were weak.

The lift stopped and the doors swished open. Cara stepped out with Oats and then Royo followed behind them. “Well, for all you know my office is the Brig,” Cara said deadpan as they walked. Slightly down the corridor they came to a small waiting area, that was occupied by a Bolian woman behind a desk. “Welcome back, Lt.,” she said with a warm happy tone. “‘Ello, Ann. I’ll be busy for the next little while.” She smiled, “No worries, Lt. I’ll take care of everything.” Royo stopped by her desk and took up a position of attention while Cara walked over to her office and pressed the controls to open the door. “After you, Miri Vane,” she said waving the woman inside.

Lt. Mardusk, counselor

Miri walked into the room and was very surprised. The room had a cozy warmth to it. It invoked the sense of being in a familiar place with its variety of seating and decor. The art on the walls and the color choices of fabrics in the room created a sense of peace and tranquility. Even the woman’s desk lacked the imposing authoritarian feel but reminded one of a home office. In a single word this woman’s office was soothing. Miri surveyed the seating options and took a seat in one of the chairs. Sitting down, she again noticed how comfortable the chair was. This mind seer had been meticulous in sculpting a space where anyone how entered it felt immediately cared for and safe. “Your office is beautiful. It feels more like an apartment of a friend rather than a clinical space. Is this by choice or design?” Miri’s tone was complementary but also inquisitive.

Miri Vane Psychopathologist.

Cara looked around at her office. Trying to see it from an outsider’s point of view. The Federation had long since decided mental health was important and necessary. Caring for the mind was equally important to physical health. The space was set out to be the most productive to healing. “By choice. Would ya like somethin’ ta eat or drink?” Where she would get such a thing Miri probably didn’t know. She remembered during a staff briefing that Jessa had been unaware of replicators and their function. Cara had no intention of giving away tech secrets, but a little tech magic would be fun to see the woman’s reaction.

Lt. Mardusk, counselor