Personal Issues

Posted on 19 Jan 2015 @ 12:06am by Lieutenant JG Grayson Jones

232 words; about a 1 minute read

MD 08: 1600 hours
Temporary Quarters, Starbase

Grayson hauled himself over to the bed and wearily let his body collapse into it's comfort. He needed something after his afternoon, in lapse of having someone to cuddle into, pillows were instinctively drawn into him.

Through some tears, he managed to mutter out, "Computer, begin log.

I just got word today, my father, Verron Vrax, is dead. Right now details are few and far between but he was on a diplomatic mission for the Trill homeworld and his ship attacked.

I know we weren't close, we argued on many things... his heritage being...our heritage being one. I'm still not 'there' with it, but, I will miss that connection.

Being alone. That connection is gone as well. I don't have anyone who will check in on me now and then. There has always been my step brother and his...my mother, but we never speak since the whole thing of my father's affair came out."

For a while the recording is intermittent with sobs and sniffles of a broken man. Before long a voice resumes.

"I'm alone. I've always had company, but no one there to support me. I made so many mistakes. I pushed him away and I shouldn't have. Dad, I'm sorry.

Oh Gods, no one has told Rhinda."

With that the log was abruptly cut as Grayson went to inform his father's partner.

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