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<nowiki>::</nowiki>The corridors of the Roninwere a hive of activity: technicians from the station were everywhere, wall panels lay on the floor, conduits were exposed and power cables snaked across the carpet. Everywhere he looked men and women were busy. Jarod Kolk had only managed to push his way about five feet past the docking ramp before a crewman in a Security man's colors gave him a hard time. He was sick and tired of Security people. Ever since his cat had gone missing a few months ago, they'd been nothing but patronizing. And the more time he spent on that bloody station, with the unreliable turbolifts and the parents who were too busy to take part in their children's education... He missed Earth. Each day he stayed on Deep Space 17, he remembered another piece of that last day with Dad on Starbase 211...:: | <nowiki>::</nowiki>The corridors of the Roninwere a hive of activity: technicians from the station were everywhere, wall panels lay on the floor, conduits were exposed and power cables snaked across the carpet. Everywhere he looked men and women were busy. Jarod Kolk had only managed to push his way about five feet past the docking ramp before a crewman in a Security man's colors gave him a hard time. He was sick and tired of Security people. Ever since his cat had gone missing a few months ago, they'd been nothing but patronizing. And the more time he spent on that bloody station, with the unreliable turbolifts and the parents who were too busy to take part in their children's education... He missed Earth. Each day he stayed on Deep Space 17, he remembered another piece of that last day with Dad on Starbase 211...:: | ||
''((Torpedo Maintenance Room, Starbase 211 - Stardate 236210.24)) | ''((Torpedo Maintenance Room, Starbase 211 - Stardate 236210.24))'' | ||
<nowiki>::</nowiki>Little 11-year-old Jarod watched his father's hands as the man told him and his 6-year-old sister how he re-routed power with these buttons here and switched from high-yield to low-yield photon torpedoes with those. Samantha, of course, was fascinated despite the fact that she probably didn't have a clue what her father was talking about. Jarod, on the other hand, was just glad to be able to spend time with his father. The man was always working, especially since the raids started about six months ago. Mum was scared, and Dad was always at work, which meant that Jarod was left to try and keep her from crying as much as baby Jack did. There hadn't been a raid in over a week, though, so things were getting better. To give Mum and the Baby some peace, Dad had decided to take Sam and Jarod to work with him. There wasn't likely to be another Cardassian raid, "the Commodore had sorted that all out with their government" ...whatever that meant. Of course, when the station shook softly and Samantha screamed, Jarod knew his father had been wrong.:: | ''<nowiki>::</nowiki>Little 11-year-old Jarod watched his father's hands as the man told him and his 6-year-old sister how he re-routed power with these buttons here and switched from high-yield to low-yield photon torpedoes with those. Samantha, of course, was fascinated despite the fact that she probably didn't have a clue what her father was talking about. Jarod, on the other hand, was just glad to be able to spend time with his father. The man was always working, especially since the raids started about six months ago. Mum was scared, and Dad was always at work, which meant that Jarod was left to try and keep her from crying as much as baby Jack did. There hadn't been a raid in over a week, though, so things were getting better. To give Mum and the Baby some peace, Dad had decided to take Sam and Jarod to work with him. There wasn't likely to be another Cardassian raid, "the Commodore had sorted that all out with their government" ...whatever that meant. Of course, when the station shook softly and Samantha screamed, Jarod knew his father had been wrong.::'' | ||
R. Kolk: Take your sister home, Jarod. It's not safe anymore. | ''R. Kolk: Take your sister home, Jarod. It's not safe anymore.'' | ||
J. Kolk: But... | ''J. Kolk: But...'' | ||
<nowiki>::</nowiki>Lt. Robert Kolk tried to keep his eye on the power flow to the torpedo tubes a deck below as another hit shook the station. This time it was closer to their position.:: | ''<nowiki>::</nowiki>Lt. Robert Kolk tried to keep his eye on the power flow to the torpedo tubes a deck below as another hit shook the station. This time it was closer to their position.::'' | ||
R. Kolk: No buts, Jarod. Go! | ''R. Kolk: No buts, Jarod. Go!'' | ||
<nowiki>::</nowiki>The young boy took his sister's small hand in his and tried to lead her toward the door. She was crying fearfully and reaching out toward their father, but Jarod paid no attention to that. The last few months had forced him to grow up a lot.::'' | ''<nowiki>::</nowiki>The young boy took his sister's small hand in his and tried to lead her toward the door. She was crying fearfully and reaching out toward their father, but Jarod paid no attention to that. The last few months had forced him to grow up a lot.::'' | ||
((Near Docking Port 7, USS Ronin - Stardate 238505.19)) | ((Near Docking Port 7, USS Ronin - Stardate 238505.19)) | ||
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<nowiki>::</nowiki>Making his way through the cluttered corridors that looked as if they'd been blasted from the inside, Jarod's mind brought him back to that horrid day...:: | <nowiki>::</nowiki>Making his way through the cluttered corridors that looked as if they'd been blasted from the inside, Jarod's mind brought him back to that horrid day...:: | ||
''((Torpedo Maintenance Room, Starbase 211 - Stardate 236210.24)) | ''((Torpedo Maintenance Room, Starbase 211 - Stardate 236210.24))'' | ||
<nowiki>::</nowiki>Samantha was crying fearfully and reaching out toward their father, but Jarod paid no attention to that. The last few months had forced him to grow up a lot. But his little sister was too desperate to get to her Daddy, to be held in his loving arms, the only place where she could feel safe. She pulled loose of Jarod's hand and ran to the tall man in his gold and black uniform, pulling at his pant leg.:: | ''<nowiki>::</nowiki>Samantha was crying fearfully and reaching out toward their father, but Jarod paid no attention to that. The last few months had forced him to grow up a lot. But his little sister was too desperate to get to her Daddy, to be held in his loving arms, the only place where she could feel safe. She pulled loose of Jarod's hand and ran to the tall man in his gold and black uniform, pulling at his pant leg.::'' | ||
S. Kolk: Daddy! | ''S. Kolk: Daddy!'' | ||
<nowiki>::</nowiki>As the man looked down at the little girl and began to lean down toward her, the entire wall and console burst into flames. From the doorway several feet away, Jarod could do nothing but watch as his father and sister died...::'' | ''<nowiki>::</nowiki>As the man looked down at the little girl and began to lean down toward her, the entire wall and console burst into flames. From the doorway several feet away, Jarod could do nothing but watch as his father and sister died...::'' | ||
TBC... | TBC... | ||