[Galaxy] Fwd: [Yorktown] 2161.09.30- War and Rememberance

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~Captain's Ready Room~
 
 

Da'nak pulled he stopper on a bottle of  translucent blue liquid and poured 
a small amount into a tiny metal flask  which sat on the desk before him. 
He had just finished speaking with star  fleet and after an assessment of 
Yorktown's condition, she had been ordered to  return to earth for a complete 
refit and upgrade. He knew that was what the  crew needed. After the battle 
with the Andorian renegades and the subsequent  destruction of the Romulan 
shipyard, both vessel and crew had earned a well  deserved rest.
 
    His antennae leaned forward as his eyes focused  on the picture he held 
in his hand, the last surviving memory that he had been  able to salvage 
from the Yorktown that was, before the misadventure of the  Brit-verse, before 
Alex... before everything. The picture showed two blue  faced children 
laughing as they piloted a small recreational ice cutter across  a long floe.
 
    Da'nak's hand reached out and touched the comm  button.
 
"Crew of the Yorktown, this is Commander Ca'daar acting CO." He paused.  
"My friends... Through great sacrifice and perseverance, we have managed to  
deal a major blow to the war effort of the Romulan empire. I want to commend  
all of you on your performance and courage in the face of one of our 
toughest  battles. In the face of what has been one of our roughest challenges, 
the  Fighting Lady and her crew are again bloodied... but unbroken. It has 
been a  great personal pleasure to have served with each and every one of you. 
Your  dedication and commitment to this vessel knows no limits.
 
    That being said, I have been in contact with Star  Fleet and it appears 
that there is currently a battle being fought at Cheron,  between the 
Romulans and the forces of a united coalition of planets, just as  there was 
here. The outcome of this battle is still unknown at this time, but  feel 
comforted in the knowledge that what we have done here may help decide  it's 
course.
 
    I know many of you would like to lend more  tangible support to our 
forces, but due to the current state of both the crew  and our vessel, the 
Fighting Lady has been ordered to return to earth, there  to undergo a complete 
refit. I have recommended commendations for the entire  crew embodiment of 
both Yorktown and Intrepid. Star Fleet sends it's deepest  thanks and 
congratulations on a job well done, as I am told, does the Andorian  Imperial 
council. 
 
    We will continue to make what repairs we can  while we make best speed 
for Earth. Intrepid I am told is to accompany us in  the off chance we have 
any more hostile encounters on the way. Again, well  done. I am proud and 
honored to serve with such a crew... Ca'daar out."
 
    Da'nak took the picture and placed it into a  small wooden box he had 
bought on Risa, to remind him of the adventure there  with Alex, and to 
remind him of the folly of wishes. He then placed the small  metallic flask on 
top of the picture and closed it, binding it with a piece of  his shredded 
Imperial Guard uniform. The Andorian sat for a moment in  meditation,before 
scooping up the box and exiting onto the bridge. He was  greeted with a round 
of salutes.
 
    "Stand down, stand down." He said wearily.  "Crewman Jacobs,"
 
    "Yes sir?"
 
    "Begin preparations for a memorial ceremony to  honor the fallen, to be 
held in the galley. Have medical prepare you a  list."
 
    "Aye sir. Where can we contact you sir."
 
    Da'nak smiled a sad smile, his antennae waving  slowly back and forth. 
"I'm going for a walk, contact me over the comm."
 
    "Aye aye sir."
 
    Nodding, Da'nak slipped out the door and into the  lift.
 
~Sometime later, the Ruins of the Observation Deck~
 
    A figure in an EVA suit moved slowly through the  remains of the aft 
observation lounge. The heavy bulkhead doors were sealed  and the wide 
glass-steel panes had been shattered, leaving the whole area open  to space. He 
trudged slowly forward, still carrying the small wooden  box.
 
    Da'nak stopped at the shattered window and stared  out at the stars as 
they flashed by. 
 
    "This had always been our dream." He said aloud  to no one. "You and I 
K'den, we had sat under the stars on the surface and  dreamed of being able 
to touch them... of watching them pass by."
 
    He unwrapped the box and withdrew the vial.  Taking a deep breath he 
held it up, offering it to the twinkling void. "I have  none of your blood to 
take back with me brother, but perhaps we can share one  last drink." He 
opened his hand and the vial tumbled slowly out of it,  floating off. "To the 
realization of a dream." He said, tears welling in his  eyes. "You have 
become one with the universe, free to fly wherever you will."  

He looked at the picture one last time... a  captured moment when he and 
K'den were happy and safe and content, a time when  war was still a child's 
game. The tears flowed freely down his azure cheeks as  he rewrapped the box 
and held it out, to float off into the blackness.  "Goodbye my brother." He 
said simply. "I will miss you... Tell our mother that  I love her."
 
    He stood still for a time, watching the box and  vial drift away, alone 
in his thoughts before finally climbing out of the  shattered room and 
making his way back to the airlock...
 
Andorian Commander Da'nak Ca'daar
Executive and Chief Helm Officer
NX-05 Yorktown
The Fighting Lady
 

The  future's not set and the end is always near...
-The Doors
-Roadhouse  Blues





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