Part 2: Siren song of Home

Posted on 29 Jun 2016 @ 2:45pm by Lieutenant JG Eelim Galan

769 words; about a 4 minute read

Location: Runabout Paradise 1
Date: MD01
Time: 0830 hours

[ON]

OLD:

His body began to move, it broke free from the unseen bonds that held him. A loud crash and then…millions of shards of glass from the fractured windows flew towards him, stinging his face and arms. He reached out his hand; he almost had her, few more inches….

His soul screamed torn back into the ebony hole, into the void of space; ripped from the safety of his arms.

The demonic laughter of his father surrounded him,

He dropped to his knees. “Myyyyrrrrrraaaaa.”

Darkness overtook him.

NEW:

He sat up madly wiping the sweat off his brow. His breathing was laboured and coming out in loud gasps; her name still on his lips was franticly being repeated over and over again.

“Eelim! E!” Ensign James grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him.

Galan’s eyes focused on the young Ensign. “I…I was dreaming.” He fought to get his breathing under control.

“Must have been a bad one. You were screaming like a banshee. What the hell was it about?”

“My first day at work.”

Ensign James looked at him for a moment and then fell back laughing.

“What’s so darn funny,!” Galan asked feeling truly annoyed.

Through gasps of laughter the Ensign managed to speak, “You…you haven’t even arrived and you’re already dreaming of doom and gloom.”

Galan ignored the laughing young man and got up stomping over to the controls. He sat down at the console, flicked off the auto pilot, and let the shuttle rip.

***

Calming down from his laughter James sat down beside Galan. “Sorry, E. I just…”

Galan raised his hand to stop the young man. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

The silence stretched for a good twenty minutes before the Ensign broke it. “It was about your dad wasn’t it?”

Galan looked at the boy. “I would so appreciate it if you didn’t read my mind.”

“Betazoid, comes with the territory. Also I’m your friend. I’m worried.”

“It’s fine. Let’s change the subject.”

“Okay,” Ensign James turned his chair to face Galan. “How come Myra is not with you.”

“That’s easy. She got accepted to compete in the Galactic Fashion show contest thing and off she went. She’ll come later.”

James grinned, “Your awfully calm about that. I know for a fact that you haven’t let her out of your sight since the academy for more then a few hours at a time…at least according to Doc H.”

Galan smiled. “Who says she’s alone. Called in a few favours. Got her some assistants who know how to make clothing and are very fashionable.”

James laughed. “I take it these assistants are trained bodyguards, and she doesn’t even know it.”

“They happen to have knowledge in that field as well.”

“Pretty clever my friend.”

“Yes, well….” What he was about to say died on his lips. “Look! It’s the Galileo. She’s beautiful.”

James looked up and gave a low whistle. “She is a beauty. I’ll send a com to let them know you’re here.”

Galan just stared. This was his new home; the ship he’d wanted to get on since the he could remember, its sirens song called to him. He didn’t know why, or what the reason but this ship called to him. As anxious as he was about getting on the ship and meeting everyone (him being a Cardassian and all) he wanted to get on board and start working.

He memorized how the ship looked at that very instant. Maybe he’d paint it. Home, Home, Home, the word kept repeating in his mind, calling him.

Within another half hour they were within transporter range, his stuff went aboard and it was time to say goodbye to his friend.

James smiled. “So…is there any Cardassian rule about not hugging a friend goodbye.”

Galan shook his head. “Not one kid.” The two embraced as brothers. Truth be told Ensign James had been just like a kid brother to him.

“You take care kid. Keep working hard, you’ll go places.”

James smiled. “If you start crying, dude, I’ll beam you into space.”

Galan chuckled as he took a step onto the mini transporter pad. “Good Luck kid.”

“Good luck, bro.”

He watched as Ensign James shimmered out of existence and in an instant was replaced by a smiling transporter chief.

[OFF]

Lt. JG Eelim Galan
Security/ Tactical Officer
USS Galileo

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