Posted by Captain Johann Dvorak (CO) in Dvorak’s Quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vora Zorell (Scientist) in Dvorak’s Quarters

Posted by Captain Johann Dvorak (CO) in Dvorak’s Quarters
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“Deacon said he, and I quote ‘I wouldn’t miss your wedding for anything and that even if I ended up in a coma somehow, I’ll find a way’. End quote. I told him it was a little too soon for that sort of comment after everything with Cass and her family and the Tian An Men,” Vora said as she set down the plate of cheese fries. It had become one of her favourite foods ever since Johann introduced them to her. Finally an acceptable form of potato. It was the only way she’d eat that nasty vegetable.

“Uhh… yeah…” he said. Johann looked at the contents of the plate, and briefly considered the highly corrupting influence he may have had on Vora over the past several years.

In her duty uniform, but with her jacket over the back of one of the dining chair, she moved about the quarters comfortably, long accustomed to being in them. After all, soon she would actually be living in this space and that was going to be a change. But Jerrin would get his own quarters (he did not need two bedrooms) and the young man was decidedly happy about that.

Moving to the replicator, she looked over her shoulder. “What do you want to drink?”

~Vora Zorell, Sciences

He briefly considered this for a moment as he was still sitting down. He was also in his duty uniform, but his jacket was hanging in the closet in the other room. He had opted to wear the “Captain’s Vest” today instead of the jacket. He was still wearing it, though it was open instead of closed.

“I’ll have saldareeil,” he said simply. Who is corrupting who, now?

– Johann Dvorak, CO

With a grin, Vora ordered two of the brightly coloured Tenraith drinks and brought them to the table. It was a blend of fruit juice from the tropical region around Kebbran that had an added kick from a slightly spicy root.

Moving across to the coffee table she grabbed a PADD and came to join him at the table. “So… I know I’ve been talking about writing some sort of memoir, something to chronicle my experiences, but of course the major issue became about publishing it. Cortallo, while I’ve not heard one word one that end for ages now, won’t abide being named and shamed, and I won’t put anyone in danger that way. But I have a solution to anonymously publishing it in pieces through the therapist I was working with during my relapse.” She inhaled deeply. “But I’m not a solo person anymore. I showed it to Jerrin and he’s okay with me doing this, but I want you to feel okay with it as well. So I want you to read it then tell me honestly how you feel about me doing this,” she said, sliding the PADD towards him, her maroon eyes gazing at him deeply.

~Vora Zorell, Sciences

He picked up the PADD and started reading. And then he kept reading. He was clearly interested in the text, and seemed to focus on nothing else. There was a slight bip as he pressed a button with his thumb to scroll the text. Toward the end, he let out a slight smile, having recognized the passing reference to himself.

While slightly anxious about his response, Vora just let it be and picked fries gooey with cheese from the plate. Popping it into her mouth, and felt that warmth of delight from having something wonderful that you probably shouldn’t.

“That’s very well written,” he said after a minute. “You should write more often, generally, if you’re this good.”

Warmth coloured her pale yellow cheeks and she smiled shyly. “Maybe I’ve bene saving it all up for this. I tried writing lyrics but despite my love for music it never worked quite right. Or maybe I hadn’t found the right story to tell.”

“You don’t think the bit about you having a ‘beautiful name’ is too much of a giveaway, do you? Or your resume in the middle there? I mean, someone clever could put all of that together. Not that I’m really concerned about that; nobody could be worse than Roquan.”

– Johann Dvorak, CO

Vora considered this and after a moment shook her head. “I was at first, but the more I’ve thought about it, the more I realized that anyone who could identify me would either have sought me out by now, or doesn’t matter. I’m not untouchable, but if Cortallo wanted to have some sort of proper say, they would have made a move after Roquan’s death. My refusal to even acknowledge that situation means they’ve been on their own all this time. I’m sure it’s about as non-issue as it could be.” She sometimes wondered if Roquan had done something, arranged things somehow so that she could live in peace away from Tenra if things didn’t go his way. But that would have required a depth of kindness in him she wasn’t sure had still existed by the time he had abducted her from the ship. His death (accidentally by her own hand) had left a lot of questions unanswered but at the same time Vora had grown okay with that. After all, she had Jerrin in her life safe and sound and she had done the one thing she had promised herself: to keep him safe and out of Cortallo’s grasp.

~Vora Zorell, Sciences