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Scars

Posted on Tue Nov 10th, 2009 @ 11:42am by Lieutenant Michael Lake

Mission: The Futures Past. Season 1, Episode 4.
Location: USS Gambier- Ready Room
Timeline: 2405

Taking another sip of his coffee, Mike watched the stars go by. The dimness of the lights in the room set the tone of his psyche. The events that had plagued his life since the incident on Starbase 611 had made it even more of a pit of despair, and although he had finally settled down with an old flame and had a few kids, one of which had become a member of his crew; he was still angry, he still retained every scar of his past, physical and emotional. His short detachment from reality was snapped when the doorbell chimed. He swung around and returned the lights to their normal state with a push of a button.

"Come in." He said in a quiet tone.

The doors slid open and a very young man stepped through the door. "Good morning, Sir."

Mike smiled at his son. "Morning, Pete."

"It's Ensign Lake, sir. Ensign Lake."

Mike suddenly remembered the conversation he had with his son the day he came aboard about not being treated any differently to any other member of the crew. "Good on me to stick to my word. What's the matter, Ensign."

"I have Lieutenant Izar's report on the sensors for you. She asked me to bring it up to you." He offered the PADD to his father, who quickly skimmed over what some would call meaningless statistics. Once he had finished, he would've agreed with anyone who said that. "One class three comet and a few bits of space dust. Great." He stepped over to his desk and pressed another button. "Captain to bridge."

His helmsman quickly replied. "Go ahead, Captain."

"Set course for Starbase 611, our work here is done."

"Aye, Sir. Setting course now."

Mike looked at his son, who was a long time resident of the Starbase, even after Mike left. "This is going to be a somewhat odd reunion. Too many memories."

The young man nodded, understanding Mike's feelings about his old assignment. "I know. Just take it one step at a time."

Mike nodded. "Might be for the best. Dismissed Ensign."

Pete gave his father a sympathetic look. "Aye." He turned for the door. "I know that they were important to you, but sometimes you just have to let it go for the sake of the job."

Mike picked up his coffee, and gave something that was now a rarity; a smile. "Thanks, Pete."

The door slowly slid open. "No problem."

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