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Jan. 14th, 2018 10:06 amsmartass_captainThere's several messages waiting for Jim on his PINpoint when he gets out of his meeting with Commodore Carthwright and back to his temporary quarters. The recovery efforts on Starbase Yorktown are proceeding without trouble and Jim's finished the worst of his post mission duties days ago with Bones and Spock. All the letters have been sent. Recovery missions to Altamid and the surrounding space for body recovery are still ongoing, so there is no date for the commemoration to the lives lost yet.
In the meantime, he's been in briefing after meeting after thinktank giving his recount of the mission and more importantly, the breaching of the nebula. Being able to navigate it opens up whole new sectors of uncharted space and Starfleet has been going for the Federation's backing on getting the gear in place to do do just that.
An exciting prospect. One Captain Kirk is more than happy to lend his assistance on.
Jim sends off replies to the messages left for him with a small smile on his face. Being connected to the Nexus again and his friends is a breath of fresh air he'd missed like a lost limb when he'd thought it was taken away for good. His smile fades when he sees the last one.
Isidor wants to meet with him? They haven't spoken in months. Not since their group efforts in Tamriel. Jim hadn't been conscious enough to thank her when they split up at the end and before he even caught sight of her at Halloween everything was pain and that insidious orange glow. Nightmares that still leave bolting upright in bed screaming more nights than not. He scrubs a hand down his face and keys out a reply. Agreeing to a time and the coordinates Isidor has left for him in the Nexus.
He's in his dress uniform when he comes through the Nexus at the agreed upon time, a sleek grey military dress uniform with hat tucked under his arm as he pulls open the door to an elegant tea parlor. Every table is its own little secluded booth. The hostess walks Jim over to a familiar face waiting for him. He takes a seat across from Isidor Durant.
"I was gonna apologize about the outfit but I have a feeling if I'd had time to change before coming here I'd be woefully under dressed."
In the meantime, he's been in briefing after meeting after thinktank giving his recount of the mission and more importantly, the breaching of the nebula. Being able to navigate it opens up whole new sectors of uncharted space and Starfleet has been going for the Federation's backing on getting the gear in place to do do just that.
An exciting prospect. One Captain Kirk is more than happy to lend his assistance on.
Jim sends off replies to the messages left for him with a small smile on his face. Being connected to the Nexus again and his friends is a breath of fresh air he'd missed like a lost limb when he'd thought it was taken away for good. His smile fades when he sees the last one.
Isidor wants to meet with him? They haven't spoken in months. Not since their group efforts in Tamriel. Jim hadn't been conscious enough to thank her when they split up at the end and before he even caught sight of her at Halloween everything was pain and that insidious orange glow. Nightmares that still leave bolting upright in bed screaming more nights than not. He scrubs a hand down his face and keys out a reply. Agreeing to a time and the coordinates Isidor has left for him in the Nexus.
He's in his dress uniform when he comes through the Nexus at the agreed upon time, a sleek grey military dress uniform with hat tucked under his arm as he pulls open the door to an elegant tea parlor. Every table is its own little secluded booth. The hostess walks Jim over to a familiar face waiting for him. He takes a seat across from Isidor Durant.
"I was gonna apologize about the outfit but I have a feeling if I'd had time to change before coming here I'd be woefully under dressed."
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Date: 2018-03-13 09:27 pm (UTC)"I suppose you'd better," is all she can say in response at first.
After a moment she calms down a bit more and though she raises an eyebrow at him, her voice is soft. "I hope you know what you're doing."