Stardate: 60917.0812
Title: A New Home
Author: Em'Rys Kerelia
Time: After "Impressions"
Scene: Below


=^= Starbase 9 =^=

Em'Rys dropped his bag on his bunk, not bothering to unpack. He wouldn't be here for long anyway. He decided to sit a while, and meditate on what he had lived, and what he might live soon.

He crossed his legs, calming his mind, using what he had been taught. He could feel his Vulcan blood, demanding calm, and peace, but on he other side, was his human blood, raging, demanding him to jump up, run around. He was glad to be here.

He thought back to his parents’ anger when they found out he was going to Starfleet Academy, well, his father's anger. His mother was of course Vulcan, which meant calm, cool control at all times. He could think back to a dozen times when his mother had gotten on to him, told him that he was foolish for acting out in the way he did.

He remembered moving to Earth, and the feeling of his first days at school there, he had thought he was losing his mind, the raw emotions of all of his classmates tearing into his mind. His mother taught him to control it, to meld it, to use it. His father had taught him more practical things, how to fight, how to read, how to speak English, and how to be strong. His mother had taught him the more important things in his mind, things that he would have never survived without.

Now, as he was about to embark on his greatest journey, he was excited, and no matter how hard he tried to hold back that excitement, he couldn't. He had a responsibility now, a purpose once again. The mental and emotional health of the U.S.S. Relentless was now his responsibility. He had heard rumors of Cross-Dimensional jumps, and he could already tell, there was a sense of stress around the station. Em'Rys had always had an unusually strong empathetic feel, and now it was telling him that times would be trying, but he knew, he could make it.

He silently cursed his human blood. He looked Vulcan on the outside, as in, only a Vulcan could really tell he was a half-breed, yet, in his veins, ran a liquid so full of passion, and fire. It was enjoyable at times, but it also proved to be a burden. He could remember his grandfather's anger, or lack of depending on how you looked at it before he left for this Starbase. His grandfather had told him, "Do not come back, until you learn the true meaning of control."

Em'Rys laughed out loud, it didn't matter now, he was in a place where he could find a peace, and also keep busy. He remembered a young cadet named Ryan Hope at the academy, a human who had immense empathetic abilities, which was rare. The two had become friends fast, and Ryan had shipped out to the Typhon Sector, aboard Deep Space 10. Ryan used to say, "Control is simply a trick of the mind, when you believe you have it, you have it, until it decides to tell you different." Em'Rys had always thought that was a rather wise way to look at the whole issue.

He was tired from his trip, but he couldn't sleep. So, he simply stood, and looked out of his room's single window, out into the stars. He could sense that, he may have found a home, and he definitely found an adventure.


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Ensign Em'Rys Kerelia
Counselor
USS Relentless
NCC-11966
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