Family Business Pt1

Posted on Sat Mar 14, 2020 @ 4:53pm by Commander Cullen Walker

1,697 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Nibiru
Location: Walker's Office

{ON}

Walker was going over the last of the crew schedules and weekly reports from the Department heads. Then he went over the Disciplinary Reports. "Ughhh." He knew how to do all of this, but he never saw himself as being a First Officer or a Captain. He always ran Ops Teams. He had it all done and leaned back in his chair.

T'Mira exited the turbo lift. She had been curious to get the call from Walker. Going on three hours of sleep she seemed a little slow today. She's spent the night talking to Xander and she'd actually revealed more to him then to anyone else. She had avoided looking into that fact. Her feet took her to Walker's office and she rang the chime.

Walker put away the padds, "Enter." He was done for the day, except his time on the bridge.

T'Mira entered, hands clasped behind her back. "You requested to see me, commander?"

Walker looked at her, "For this conversation, leave rank aside. My aunt's Birthday is forthcoming. I want your opinion. Since you know her better than me." He produced a holoemitter, one which could be preprogrammed with an image and erased. The image showed a hand carved syrinx.

She studied the syrinx. "It's lovely. Is this what you were thinking?" She walked over and sat down.

Walker looked at her, "Vulcans tend to see beauty in the function, not the sentiment. Too many years, I missed her family dinner. Of course, I never really got an invitation. When I was a child, I didn't get an invitation because children, specifically the unruly ones, weren't always invited. As an adult, my job got in the way. My stepmother is Vulcan. She compares me to her children. My mother was always on some assignment. Once, my stepmother forgot me at the Vulcan school when she arranged replicator rations for clothing. My mother's sister made sure I had fitting clothes when I outgrew them that year. I try and and have a gift sent to her even though I have never been invited to dinner."

"I am sure T'Rona," she said using her mother's given name. "Will appreciate it." The truth of the matter was she had not seen her mother for a while. "As for invitations to dinner that is perhaps one you would not have cared for."

Walker looked at her, "I tend to eat more meat than the others in Attendance. It's okay. Taking time to get me scheduled to go to the replicator to get new clothes, was more than what others did. My stepmother is Vulcan, and she would forget me, we know Vulcans don't forget. I had one conversation with your mother, she said she couldn't have her sister's son wearing ill fitting clothes. It was almost as if it was a matter of pride, but that is an emotion." He grinned.

"With T'Rona it was I assure you. She dislikes those she considers family to want for things." But then T'Rona had never considered her daughter family. T'Mira had raised herself and had pretty much kept to herself. She had been banned from those dinners too. It was all about status. T'Mira hadn't minded she'd learned early on that she was nothing more then an inconvenience to her parents. "I am sure she will find he gift perfect. She will display it as a monument to her goodness."

Walker grinned, "A monument to goodness. I thought it was me wearing clothes that didn't fit or I had hand sewn the tips in made her look bad." He looked at her, "Even with ulterior motives, it was a kindness I wasn't shown often."

"T'Rona was not known for her kindness. I can assure you for that. She did care about you though. She saw you as the son she wanted." There was no bitterness there. She was glad of it. She knew some of what Walker must have gone through growing up. Besides she had a debt to him. Her mother being busy with him kept her from spending time with T'Mira and that meant no criticism, blissful quietness for the most part.

Communications pinged through with an emergency communication. He held up a finger. T'Mira was read in for about anything on the ship, only it wasn't Starfleet, it was his ex wife panicked. "Calm down for a minute. Tell me what happened." Apparently, his son was dating a girl and her ex showed up at her place and hit her. His son beat the hell out of the ex. They weren't sure if the guy was going to make it and if he did, if he would ever walk again. "I will do what I can." His exwife was accusing him of being cold when the Signal cut out. "I apologize. Apparently, I grew up to be my parents." He was trying to figure out how to get the information he needed on this situation to see if he could do anything. He was doing what appeared to be Vulcan breathing techniques.

"The best course is one to take a moment to calm yourself." It was interesting that she herself was an aunt of sort, "Perhaps we should continue this another time."

Walker looked at her, "I know I shouldn't ask. It is not a request as rank. Can you get me the investigation and medical report?"

She inclined her head. "Come with me." She would take him into her domain, the Intel office. While most were allowed in the general area her office was declared off limits. She motioned to the door.

Walker secured his desk and followed her out, securing his office.

The trip to the intel office did not take long. After an ocular scan her office opened and she sat down at her desk. She typed a few commands in and the screen on the wall fizzed. Within seconds a face appeared. A Nausican face stared at her. "What do you want."

T'Mira turned to Walker. "If you will provide Tralek with names please. All of them."

Walker stayed out of view and looked at T'mira, "Fight on Earth. Teenager. Last name Walker. I want the security incident reports, responding officer notes, and medical records for the injured party."

They finished up the call and T'Mira pulled out a data PADD. She looked at Walker. "The information should be available later today. As for now this is a Section doctor. He treated me when I was.... injured. He is one of the best and will help the boy out."

Walker looked at her, "So I have an ex wife. She is from a Human colony settled by Nordic and Germanic Pagans. We had three children together. In the beginning, she thought my job was sexy and mysterious. In the end, she was a single parent, most of our marriage. I wasn't always there for my children in person, but they were always here." He tapped his chest and head. "Decorated Officer. There is barely anything I can do for my son, nothing if the other guy dies. My kid is sitting in a cell." He just felt weak, pathetic, and guilty. He was scared for his son. "I'm in a different Quadrant."

"It is not easy. The doctor I suggested will assist. He's worked miracles. As for your son. Perhaps your relationship can be salvaged and this might be the means."

Walker looked at her, "I had more conversations with my parents after going into Intel, than most of my childhood. If I can keep him out of lockdown, that is a start. He is your cousin too, thank you for your assistance. I will send a message to the doctor."

"I will monitor this and assist when I can if you will allow it."

Walker looked at her, "Please do. His IQ is higher than mine. He is better in school than I was. He even walks the neighbor's dog for her. She is 96. It is a mastiff. Very big dog."

She gave a nod happy to help him. "Well then I will get started on this." She also had to do some thinking. Last night's talk with Xander had set a few things in motion and she had to think about that too.

Walker prepared to leave, "If Xander brings it up, I admit to saying if he hurts you, I will hurt him. You know as a male relative" He grinned.

She raised an eyebrow. "Why would he hurt me?"

Walker looked at her, ""It is a human custom. I assume he is a better man than to hurt you physically or emotionally, but it is a matter of family honor. Chivalry. As a male of your family, I Express a consequence for damaging you. In human history, they weren't always honorable. It becomes both habit and tradition. Don't worry, my sister and other female cousins don't like us 'scaring off boyfriends'. Grandpa does it with a 21st century shotgun that still fuctions."

She raised an eyebrow. "Ah you are assuming he is a potential mate. I doubt that," She said to try and convince herself.

Walker looked at her, "He wishes himself to be. That is enough reason to tell him hurting you has consequences." This brief other matter distracted him a little from his immediate family issues. "I'm going to send that message to your doctor friend and go see our doctor." Our doctor was the closest to a Berserker on the ship. If he had a best friend here, it would be her.

"Berserker?" She asked. "I am unfamiliar with that term." She diplomatically avoided commenting on his comment on the diplomat and the doctor.

Having not said the word aloud, he answered anyway, "Human subspecies in Nordic Myth. In the early 21st century, they determined it was genetic, similar to the gene mutation that creates MAOA-L. Hard to distinguish it too. His mother was from a planet where the settlers intentionally bred for it. My family has the marker. Picture a pacifist who you can point at a catapult and said individual will rile themselves up and walk through warriors to get to it."

 

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