12-19-2025, 11:59 PM
==Sorry for the delay!==
"Commander, Chief Calleja wanted me to check on you. Are you okay?"
The voice finally snapped him out of his... what was it? Fugue? Panic attack? I thought that was all done, he thought. The Occupation and the War... they were so long ago that he was almost a totally different person. He'd gotten married, had kids, and they were all grown now...
So why did this get to me so easy? He pushed away the ghosts once more, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. A moment of regret hit him as he realized he now had vomit on his sleeve, but he sighed and rocked back against the building and looked up at Svenson. "Physically, yes," he said, taking a deep breath - and also regretting that as he smelled his own vomit and had to fight down adding more to it.
He stood up on unsteady legs and tried to get himself back together. "I just... it's not easy, seeing literal ghosts from your past. I'm alright, ensign, thanks for checking on me." He gave a weak smile, which set his earring jangling. Normally he found the sound reassuring. Now, it just reminded him of the dead. "I'd like to stay out here for some fresh air. Tell the chief that if he needs me for anything, though, I'll be there."
Once she had left, he paced around, hands struggling to find a place to rest as he tried simply to figure out what was going on. Faces swam past his vision, people he hadn't thought about in years. Friends that had died when he was young, that had their lives stolen by dark, evil men. Others who had been irreversibly changed, either through the loss of limbs or simply by the loss of innocence. There were so many that after the War ended simply... couldn't let it go. Couldn't go back to a life of peace. Those he mourned most of all. All of them called to him.
He closed his eyes and stared up at the sky, trying to find the peace he had learned. He thought through the texts, remembering how the Prophets gave him hope and peace. He also reminded himself that even if those two me were clones of Weyoun and Dukat, they weren't them. They needed his team's help, and he was obligated to give it.
He knew this was going to be one that came back on him later, but he still tried his best to be sure that he wouldn't let it interfere with his job. Prophets, but I wish my wife was here, he thought. She was so good at keeping him grounded. Hopefully they would be back soon.
==Tag Svenson and Calleja==
"Commander, Chief Calleja wanted me to check on you. Are you okay?"
The voice finally snapped him out of his... what was it? Fugue? Panic attack? I thought that was all done, he thought. The Occupation and the War... they were so long ago that he was almost a totally different person. He'd gotten married, had kids, and they were all grown now...
So why did this get to me so easy? He pushed away the ghosts once more, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. A moment of regret hit him as he realized he now had vomit on his sleeve, but he sighed and rocked back against the building and looked up at Svenson. "Physically, yes," he said, taking a deep breath - and also regretting that as he smelled his own vomit and had to fight down adding more to it.
He stood up on unsteady legs and tried to get himself back together. "I just... it's not easy, seeing literal ghosts from your past. I'm alright, ensign, thanks for checking on me." He gave a weak smile, which set his earring jangling. Normally he found the sound reassuring. Now, it just reminded him of the dead. "I'd like to stay out here for some fresh air. Tell the chief that if he needs me for anything, though, I'll be there."
Once she had left, he paced around, hands struggling to find a place to rest as he tried simply to figure out what was going on. Faces swam past his vision, people he hadn't thought about in years. Friends that had died when he was young, that had their lives stolen by dark, evil men. Others who had been irreversibly changed, either through the loss of limbs or simply by the loss of innocence. There were so many that after the War ended simply... couldn't let it go. Couldn't go back to a life of peace. Those he mourned most of all. All of them called to him.
He closed his eyes and stared up at the sky, trying to find the peace he had learned. He thought through the texts, remembering how the Prophets gave him hope and peace. He also reminded himself that even if those two me were clones of Weyoun and Dukat, they weren't them. They needed his team's help, and he was obligated to give it.
He knew this was going to be one that came back on him later, but he still tried his best to be sure that he wouldn't let it interfere with his job. Prophets, but I wish my wife was here, he thought. She was so good at keeping him grounded. Hopefully they would be back soon.
==Tag Svenson and Calleja==