== This is a closed subplot for Grayson, Wueste, and whomever we invite. ==
== Current Star Date, Wueste residence, Gettysburg, PA ==
“The truth of it is, that the Beckett launch was what made me realize… I’ve done everything I ever hoped to accomplish and more for Star Fleet and with Star Fleet.”
Thomas sat back in his chair, shrugged slightly, and looked at his friend sitting across from him. They were on the porch, and the sun was just going down in the distance.
“We’ve both been at this a long time—our adult lives, in fact. Haven’t you ever wondered if there was something more to life than putting on the uniform, Dan?”
Thomas and Dan had been meeting periodically over the past few years, either at Thomas’ office or at Wueste’s home in Gettysburg, as they were this time. In fact, coming here had been what had started the ‘bug’ for Thomas to think about retirement. Sometimes Wueste would invite him out for the weekend, but usually they’d just meet in the evening or on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon and chat.
“Maybe I just need a long leave. At last check I had over four hundred days due me… I mean I could take over a year off. But as long as I know I can go back—I won’t take it. Ask Tyra. I can barely take a weekend away without letting myself get dragged back in.”
Their friendship was an odd one considering how it started. They had been ‘adversaries’ and had only had very little contact before the crisis had come to a head. In fact, while Thomas knew who Dan Wueste was, he didn’t know the man at all before their conflict started. So, his first impressions were all built around that period of time when Wueste, quite literally, was not himself.
Following the near civil-war of the Federation, the two had talked at length, to learn how things had got so bad. Some of this was through the hearings that had been held. At first, that’s all it was. But after that it had turned into something more. And Thomas now considered Dan to be one of his closest friends. Probably his closest confidant, other than Tyra of course.
“It’s not I don’t have other options. I’ve been shopped for a decade by some of the largest and most prestigious think-tanks in the known galaxy. If that’s what I wanted, I could literally name my price.”
“But that’s not retirement. I’m thinking, buy a small private home, maybe here on Earth. Maybe on Delta. Or Mars. Or Luna. Probably not Delta—Tyra’s not a big fan of certain aspects of society there, and truth be told, neither am I.”
Thomas stood, pacing as he often did when he was thinking. He stopped, looking off into the distance.
“A nice quiet house, where we can raise our family. Tyra will probably deliver while out there—” he motioned toward the sky “—but I hope to get her home and settled after that. Maybe someone I know in SFSECCOM can pull some strings and get her a desk. But I’m ready to retire.”
He sounded a lot like he was convincing himself. He nodded a few times.
“Maybe I’ll take up golf. I hear you can hit a ball a full kilometer on Mars if you hit it right.”
He’d never golfed a game in his life.
“Or I could start a garden…”
Even he burst out laughing at that one… Thomas Grayson in the dirt was about as likely as a Ferengi engaging in philanthropy.
He looked to Wueste, more serious now, as he sat back down.
“Haven’t I done enough for the Federation? Don’t I deserve this?”
== Tag Wueste. I took a minor liberty or two about the residence—hopefully not too far off. Correct as you see fit. ==