SIM:Lael Rosek - Father - Daughter Chat (Gorkon)
|Lieutenant Lael Rosek
USS Gorkon NCC 82293
"Christmas Gifts and Deep Conversation, Part I"
OOC: Takes place after Lael & Jansen’s “Christmas Gifts and Deep Conversations”
((Time Jump: The evening after the awards ceremony)) ((Rosek’s Quarters, USS Gorkon))
- It was the first break she’d gotten in days...and she had promised she’d comm him as soon as she could. She paused a moment before keying in the commands.::
Computer: ::chirps:: Contacting.
- His face appeared on the screen and she smiled, speaking to him in Esperanto, the official language of Luraul, the Al-Leyan homeworld.::
Rosek: Hello, father.
- Aldek smiled in return.::
A. Desai: Hello, daughter. Are you well?
Rosek: ::smiles wanly:: I’m managing. You?
A. Desai: Not bad...considering.
Rosek: Another tough day of negotiations?
A. Desai: ::grins wryly:: ‘Tough’ is an understatement.
Rosek: They’re still not budging?
- Aldek sighed and shook his head.::
A. Desai: Not one bit. ::pauses:: How’d your mission go?
Rosek: ::gaze drops to her hands:: Good, I suppose. I’m wasn’t on the away team for once. Kind of glad I wasn’t in the thick of things. ::lifts her head and smiles wanly:: I don’t exactly have a great track record. I always end up shot at, banged up, or otherwise injured. ::pauses and grins:: I got a promotion, though. Full lieutenant. And a couple of ribbons to add to my collection.
A. Desai: ::smiles:: Congratulations, Lael. I’m very proud of you. And I’m glad you’re safe.
Rosek: :smiles:: Thanks, Dad.
A. Desai: ::pauses:: What about Jansen? Are you and he still fighting?
Rosek: ::grimaces:: We’re not fighting, Dad. We broke up.
A. Desai: ::shakes his head:: I still say there’s hope. I know I only met him once, but he didn’t strike me as the kind of man to give up because of one miscommunication.
Rosek: ::sighs:: I don’t know...it was more than a miscommunication. ::runs her hands through her hair:: It’s not looking good.
A. Desai: ::smiles:: ‘The best things in life are worth waiting for, fighting for, believing in, and just never letting go of.’
Rosek: ::murmurs:: I should never have let go of him. I should have fought for him...for us.
A. Desai: You’ve said yourself, baby girl...he’s not like anyone you’ve ever met.
Rosek: ::shakes her head:: No. He’s not. ::her gaze locks with his:: He’s more. So much more.
A. Desai: Then just have faith. If it’s meant to be, it will find a way.. ::pauses:: You know, maybe you need a vacation. I’ve been telling everyone about you and they’d really like to meet you.
Rosek: ::surprised:: Really?
A. Desai: ::smiles:: Of course. Especially your cousins. I’d be happy to put you up in my estate for a few days. There really is a lot you can learn about your Al-Leyan heritage. ::grins wryly:: I doubt your mother told you much.
Rosek: ::stiffens:: No. She really didn’t. What I do know I found out myself through research.
A. Desai: ::shrugs:: Well…
Rosek: ::pauses:: Let me get a few things in order first then I’ll hop a transport. I have to ask my Captain’s permission.
A. Desai: ::frowns:: Will that be a problem?
Rosek: ::shrugs:: I’m sure it won’t. She’s usually pretty good about it.
A. Desai: ::smiles:: I’ll plan for it then.
Rosek: ::smiles in return and nods:: I’ll contact you as soon as I know what transport I’ll be coming in on.
A. Desai: ::nods and grins:: I’ll look forward to seeing you soon, daughter.
Rosek: ::grins in return:: Same here, Dad.
- A moment later, the screen went black, leaving Lael to daydream about her visit to the homeworld she’d only ever seen in pictures.::
PNPC Lt. Lael Rosek HCO/Engineering Officer USS Gorkon I238110RH0
PNPC Aldek Desai Luraul Civilian Ambassador
As simmed by Dassa Alexander