EXETERRPG: (2-1200) MCO Lt.Colonel Tyrek Na’Rel & MFO 1st Lieutenant T'Rix Seyreal

[Rob Davis]

Mission: Space Was Cool Before It Mattered
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.04.26




(Exeter - Na’Rel's Office- MCO Lt.Colonel Tyrek Na’Rel & MFO 1st Lieutenant
T'Rix Seyreal  - 1200)




“Sir, you wanted to see me?” T’Rix said as he entered the office of Lt.
Colonel Tyrek.


Tyrek stood up as Lieutenant Sayreal entered his office.

" Thank you for coming Lieutenant, please take a seat." Tyrek said as he
gestured to the seat for T'Rix to sit down.


T’Rix nodded and sat down.


Tyrek took a seat.

" Apologies for the intrusion of your time, but I'm meeting with each
member of the detachment individually for proper introductions."


“Is this because I did not give you my dagger sir?” T’Rix asked, “Because I
dont have it to give, sir.”


" Not at all Lieutenant." Tyrek said.

" May Inquire as to what happened to it?" He asked.


“I left it behind sir, when I joined Starfleet. It seemed the logical thing
to do and also the illogical thing. In that I found peace.”


Tyrek nodded.

" That's the important part isn't it ? Finding peace in your decisions, but
I just wanted to meet with you and answer any questions you may have about
your assignment here on the Exeter and also introduce myself in a manner
more welcoming than I did earlier. "


“I appreciate that sir, but I have no real questions. Though I must both
thank you and apologize to you sir.”


" Thankfulness and an apology, May I ask for what, Lieutenant?" Tyrek asked.


“Thank you for making the move you did, it allowed me to finally have the
momentum I needed to join Starfleet. But apologize, as I don’t see you as
some great wind of change as some of my colleagues do. You were a means to
an end. A way to finally join Starfleet, something that I had wanted to do
since I was a child.”


Tyrek laughed softly and shook his head.

" Firstly, the move I made was one that was of a self serving nature. I
wanted to be a part of the changes that are to come. " He said.

" Secondly, I agree with you. I'm no more important than anyone in this
endeavor. We are in this together, each of us are a pillar, bearing the
same weight of the structure around us, as it were. " Tyrek said with a
distant look on his face that transitioned into a half smile.

" Thirdly, a Romulan child wanting to serve in starfleet? Not odd or
anything, just unheard of."


“Half Romulan, Half Vulcan sir. I was accepted to the academy. Even had my
bags packed to go to Earth. My parents blocked me from going sir. I was
supposed to be the spirit of Ni’Var. In their minds, I had to be more
vulcan, more romulan than I was. I needed to be that spirit amongst our
people…” he paused. “Our people.” He shook his head. “You were a means to
an end to accomplish the boyhood dream. Hence I left the dagger and any
symbol of my time as a centurion on New Romulas. That was never my dream. I
wanted to star fresh.”


Tyrek nodded and rocked his chair slightly.

" You saw the bigger picture with an obscured lens, but despite your
parents blocking you, you still achieved your dream. If we all became the
things our families wanted us to be, then we wouldn't have the chance to
discover ourselves. My father wanted me to follow him into politics. "
Tyrek said and laughed a bit. " I on the other hand wanted to serve people
in a way that was more direct and more impactful than sitting in a council
chamber, wearing silly robes and arguing over legislation. We Na’Rel's were
a prominent military family for nearly four centuries. I thought I wanted
to follow that. I was wrong…" Tyrek said, as he absentmindedly tapped his
fingers on his desk.


“You were wrong sir, on what part? That it was what you wanted, or that you
were from a prominent military family?”


" The truth is , I joined the military because it was exactly what my
parents didn't want me to do. I couldn't admit that, but eventually I came
face to face with my own mortality. My time and my life had become
exponentially more valuable to me.

 Then the announcement of the exchange program came along. I knew there and
then that was the way to truly make the best use of my time. The
Federation, Starfleet needed volunteers…" Tyrek paused and looked at
Lieutenant Sayreal.

" Ni'Var is lifetimes away from us. We will not see it. The Federation in
its purest form, I feel, is the best path we can take to plant the seeds of
a better future for all of us. So I seized the opportunity to help plant
the seeds of a tree in whose shade I will never sit, but others will."


“I agree sir.” T’Rix paused. “I will admit, as a half breed, I don’t
necessarily know where I belong. All my life I was told I wasn’t Romulan
enough by my Romulan peers and that I wasn’t Vulcan enough by my Vulcan
peers. I never really felt as I belonged anywhere. But is that not the
beauty of the Federation? We all belong, in our way.”


" Up until a few months ago, I would have looked at someone who was
considered a half breed , with …well I would have looked at them with an
unjustified discontent. I wanted to change that about me and my short time
here in Starfleet has changed that. "

 Tyrek said and snapped his fingers. " Like a flick of a switch my eyes
were opened. The ideals , the true ideals of the Federation have in such a
short time helped me become a better person I feel. Not only is this a
place for all, it's a place that I believe can make us all better than we
were. I have become more open, more accepting and more tolerant." Tyrek
smiled and shook his head.

" I don't even think it's rude for people to ask me about my day anymore, I
no longer view it as an invasion of my privacy, I now consider such
inquiries to be a sign of friendship and compassion." Tyrek


“It is lamentable, in a way sir, that after our defeat that birthed the
Federation, we stayed clouded in mystery and isolated. That we bided our
time and built our armadas. We didn’t think after a hundred year, maybe we
should extend a friendly hand. But instead….we pissed off everyone this
side of the galaxy. Sure we were allies with the Klingons and Federation
against the Dominion, but when that ended, where did we find ourself?
Shinzon killing the senate and attempting to start war with the Federation
by attempting to kill the Dreaded Jean-Luc Picard.”


" The star empire had a true talent for multiplying our enemies and a far
greater talent for making the people believe that their leaders were making
the best decisions on behalf of them." Tyrek responded.

“It is no wonder when we were in our greatest need, trust wasn’t there. And
when tragedy struck the Federation, when mars was attacked, not even the
efforts of Picard and Ambassador Spock were enough to get aid our way. Now
we are separated, and I guess, there is a place for those of us who are
considered misfits to start to belong.”

" On the interstellar stage we Romulans and even those of us who are even
fractionally Romulan are the misfits. We are viewed as spies, assassins,
and artisans of deception. Don't be surprised if many people on this ship
never turn their back to you, Lieutenant Sayreal. From time to time , you
may even walk into a crowded room and cause everyone to go silent by your
mere presence alone. " Tyrek said , chuckling under his breath.


“Sometimes I wonder sir, however, what might have been. What would have
happened, if centuries ago, we made true peace? But at the same token, what
if someone other than Kirk been captain of the Enterprise that day when our
Bird of Prey tested the Federation along the neutral zone. What if they had
tried to sue for peace rather than strike? What if we had seen the
Federation as weak and easy prey? But perhaps I think too much?”

Tyrek waved his hand in a dismissive manner.

" Not at all Lieutenant, We need people like you who question the past and
can fully admit the missteps of our people. To not think or even talk about
it is just as bad as those who deny everything all together, or even find
justification for the way the Romulan Empire conducted themselves, perhaps
your experience as a misfit among misfits is something we can all learn
from and be better because of it. You're a thinker, maybe in time you'll be
something of a visionary." Tyrek remarked with a friendly laugh.


“I much rather just have lived a good life.” T’Rix replied.


" Proof of change is all around us Lieutenant." Tyrek said, gesturing his
hands to the room around them.

" Here we sit in Federation space, in a starfleet ship, in a room with no
security breathing down our necks and we are welcomed and have authority to
issue orders to starfleet personnel and the freedom to move about the ship
without an escort. Want to run elbows with the captain of this ship? No
problem. The man welcomed me into his family home on Sol III, around his
family and graciously allowed me to eat at his table. It may not seem like
much but we truly are in a better place." Tyrek said.



“Well sir, this is the uniform of my boyhood dream.” T’Rix paused. “If you
will excuse me sir, I’d like to make sure the blackstone is well taken care
of. May I take my leave?”


" Of course Lieutenant, do as you wish." Tyrek gestured towards the door


T’Rix nodded and left.


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