Posted by Civilian Karina Enger (Director of Education) in It’s been too long

Posted by Civilian Jordar (Director of Building and Construction) in It’s been too long
“Alright Rondara, go unpack your bags and make sure that Squip has enough to eat.” Jordar said as he unslung a heavy bag from his shoulder and watched as his now 10 year old daughter and her pet Mellanoid Slime Worm made their way into the house, and quickly as said Slime Worm began to try and eat the coffee table “Get him off of that before I throw him into the sea!” Jordar exclaimed as Rondara turned and rolled her eyes at her father, “You know they evolved from aquatic life right? That would probably make him happier…” Rather than get into another fight with his tween daughter Jordar let out a long breath and said, “Just make sure you two are settled in, I’m going to go find Karina.” Rondara took off her jacket and tossed it on the couch, “Good luck dad, she’s probably already moved on. So nice of you to you know, call her or send a single letter....” She said with trademark sass, from her age and her mixed heritage it would be a wonder if Jordar came out of her teen years alive.

She did though have a point.

It had been over a year, no contact, no more an explanation than “I need to focus on my daughter” and he picked up and left. Sure he had relinquished his post and needed to vacate the colony. No use for a former captain and lieutenant governor mucking up the works. He was never an easy man to work with, especially with diplomacy or anything requiring tact. He was a proud Zaldan! Politeness and courtesy were signs of insult, not signs of kindness. He always got along with the Tellarite delegations or businessmen rather well, as they were a species he could really understand and get behind. It had taken quite a lot for him to hold down his command, his status on the colony, but it was never a good fit.

Karina? She just ‘got’ him. She understood him, and he understood her, but he was getting too close so what did he do? He ran away.

Jordar pulled a small chip from his breast pocket and rolled it across his fingers as he walked back towards the shuttle craft the two had used for the move. The chip, was an ordinary isolinear chip in which was contained a few simple lines of text. “Computer, locate and transport this chip to Karina Enger” He said as he held his palm flat and the shuttle’s computer replied, “Acknowledged” as the chip swirled out of existence in a cloud of teal energy.

It would materialize wherever Karina was, a few inches away on a flat surface conveniently close by. It had no trappings, no wrappings, nothing special to draw her attention, but if she were to put in an a PaDD or console it would read out as follows:

“I think it’s time you were the one to throw me in the pool. Care for a swim?”

–Jordar–

Where was Karina? Sitting on a bench in Sloan Square, finishing her coffee before heading back to her apartment. It was a rare thing, but she had managed two days this month of leaving her office on time. She didn’t know what time do with an open schedule.

A small isolinear disk appeared on the bench next to her. Her brow rose slightly. Before she could pick it up, her Oedian guard took it. After the attack on Attache Jones, security had been tightened.

The man scanned the chip, then plugged it into a micro PaDD he had in his pocket. Seeing the message he turned the PaDD toward her. “I know who it is from. Can you tell me the location it was sent from?” Karina asked. Could it really be Jodar? Was he back on Oed? No word, no warning? She had accepted he had to focus on Rondara, but she had still been disappointed. But to come back and not tell her he was coming?

She would do more than toss him the pool! Though that was a delightful memory. He was returning very quietly. She hadn’t seen Rondara’s school enrollment yet. Not that she watched for it. Her eyes narrowed and she tapped her foot.

The officer gave her the location. She took the disk and her coffee and turned toward the shuttle port as her shadows became shadows again.

She e tired the port and scanned the area looking for him or a shuttle that was still powered on with an open hatch.

Enger, DOE

Rondara was blasting what passed for pop music these days and Jordar meanwhile did his best to ignore the thumping through the walls. In 2400, you’d think that sound deadening would be more advanced but kids were kids, and sound was sound.

He rolled his eyes a little as Squip made its way across the living room, eyes on the plant he had just set down and Jordar gave the worm a stern look. Squip trilled and cooped before it slunk off down the hall to go curl up on Rondara’s bed.

He made his way out to the shuttle, still powered on in case Karina were to come looking. Rondara was right though. He didn’t stand much of a chance did he? But it was worth a shot at least.

He took off his jacket, wearing just his shirt and tie as he slung the jacket over his shoulder, leaning on the shuttle as if he were in an ancient earth romance movie. Truth be told he forgot that moving did indeed build heat and trying to move a household in a suit wasn’t the brightest idea.

—Jordar, DOBC—