EXETERRPG: (2-1942) SOPS/3O LtCmdr Tyrek Na’Rel

[Rob Davis]

Mission: A new day dawns

Day: 2

Stardate: 2446.01.29

(Earth- Home of Trip and Ashlyn Williams - Side patio – SOPS/3O Lieutenant
Commander Tyrek Na'Rel-1942)

After the captain and the former first officer of the Exeter took their
leave Tyrek stood up and quickly made his way out the dining room and out
of a side door leading to a small patio situated on the side of the house.

He looked at his hand which had started to tremble slightly. He closed and
opened his fist  a few times to calm his nerves. Sometimes symptoms of his
condition would break through.  Tyrek took a deep breath and looked up at
the night sky above the Texas ranch. Thinking about all he had been through
up to this point. He knew that learning the procedural practices and
operational standards of Starfleet would be the least of his worries. Those
things were easy; his sharp memory allowed him to retain and recall
information easily. He knew the hardest part would be the social nuances,
the parts that would truly break down any and all barriers. Sure many
Romulans called the Federation home. There was even a community on Mars and
several communities on Sol III where Romulans lived and functioned as
contributing and trusted members of society, but they weren't like him.
They were refugees, self imposed exiles of the Rihannsu ( The true name of
the Romulan race).

These exiles only cared about what once was and what they had lost. Tyrek
saw no kinship in them. They spoke the same language as him , but the words
spoken by them were flat and void of their purpose. They had no uniting
custom, except to only work hard to disprove that they were born of those
who marched beneath the raptors wings.

Tyrek was born on a Romulan world. Lived in homes built from the works of
the greatest architectural marvels put forth by his fellow Rihan. He was
raised with Romulan values, tradition , and culture. Things beyond the
ability to deceive friend and foe alike. Things that made them one of the
mightiest races of the alpha and beta quadrants for centuries. Things that
made them able to still hold on to what they were.

Tyrek knew that the only way he would excel in the exchange program would
be to simply let go of it all. He had to show that it was possible to blend
ideals of the Romulan Republic and United Federation of Planets , for if he
didn't take these first crucial steps, how could billions after him ?

Having to learn that a simple inquiry about how his day was going, wasn't
an act of rudeness. Such inquiries are viewed as insults. However in the
Federation these inquiries were often used as greetings.

Tyrek shook his head and laughed softly to himself.

~ Gain control of yourself, you are overreacting. They just wanted to learn
more about the people they will be serving with. ~ He thought to himself,
feeling kinda silly.

~ But as much as I must adapt to them, they must be willing to adapt to me…~

His thoughts continued.

When he arrived on Sol III , his guide, Lieutenant Alexis Steward informed
him of the vast cultural differences and tried preparing him as well as she
could. He would have felt better if she were there this evening, but she
couldn't make it due to a work related emergency.

Tyrek stood still and looked up at the sky above the Texas ranch...

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