Mail Incoming

Posted on Mon 29th Jun, 2026 @ 11:54pm by Lieutenant JG Kellian Michaels
Edited on on Tue 30th Jun, 2026 @ 12:37am

582 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: [MAIN] Learning to Fly
Location: TS Tempest
Timeline: Explosion + 2 Months

Andrew Michaels paced the length of his cabin aboard the TS Tempest, dictating a letter. He had never been the sort of man who truly liked sitting behind a desk all day, and when his work afforded him the privacy to move about a room, he did. He was a tall, lean human with grey eyes and dark hair cut into a conservative businessman's style. His clothing, though, was business casual. No need to wear a suit and tie onboard a transport ship.

He had already put away the majority of his clothing, except for a small overnight bag that he kept by the door, fully packed. Old habits died hard.

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Dear Kellian,

I am coming to see you. (I know, I know. Took my sweet time, didn't I? We've only been planning this visit for over a year, haven't we? There's nothing like almost losing one's only child to light a fire under a man.)

I'm traveling on an Aurora-class vessel called the Tempest and expect to arrive at Starbase 109 by the time the base is due to reopen, barring unforeseen delays. Luckily, by the grace of my CEO, I can work while traveling. Joy--but better that than taking five months of leave and being bored out of my skull.

Interesting developments have happened at home, which I shall relate to you in person. You might be required to travel to Earth soon to deal with them, but I don't yet know a date. I hope to know more by the time I arrive.

Was your cello damaged in the explosion? How badly, if so? I know a man in Italy who could repair it if you need; I doubt 109 has a trained luthier in residence. I cannot remember if you said it was replicated or naturally built. If replicated, I shall leave it to you to get a replacement. You wouldn't let me bring you your cello from home, the last time we wrote, so it's still there. I devoutly hope you bought yourself a real cello, son. I also hope I'll get to hear you play while I'm there.

So tell me more about this physician you're dating. You said she's Romulan and Betazoid? That is an unusual combination. Are you still seeing her? Is my curiosity entirely too de trop? Not apologising one bit, even if it is. It's about bloody time you dated more, my lad. I expect to meet her while I'm there, understood?

Oh, bother. They've announced lifeboat drill, so I must head to my muster station. I admit, I do like that they require us to physically report there on this ship, instead of just letting us check off the requirements on a PADD and swear we know where to go. It is much more reassuring to attend in person.

I should see you in a month or so. Much love, son. I won't feel completely right until I lay eyes on you; that note you sent relieved me somewhat, but the news footage livestream images were terrifying. The media reported that no one died, which was an outright miracle. I'm just glad you're alive and safe. I hope they catch the buggers who did it.

All my best,

Dad

* * *

He straightened and told the computer, "Send." The screen flashed an acknowledgement of the order, and Andrew nodded to himself, satisfied, as he exited his cabin and headed to the Tempest's main auditorium.

 

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