EXETERRPG: (2 - 0745) TacOff Ens (jg) Zolkan Jania

[Mark Howard]

NRPG: Repost to clarify Ash's family status in Jania's eyes.


Mission: Space was cool before it mattered

Day: 2

Stardate: 2446.04.25





(Exeter – Been me up  - TacOff Ens(jg) Zolkan Jania - 0745)



Jania stepped into the coffee franchise, which it seemed had become a
centre of everyone’s life this morning. Trixie’s normal, bounciness grated
on her at this ridiculous hour in the morning. Jania was a night owl, and
was not suited to the alpha shift, she tried to switch wherever possible,
but her roomie had had a date and so this morning she wasn’t even back, let
alone together enough to do her usual swap. That alone had annoyed Jania.



“Ensign Zolkan…” Trixie beamed, her happiness wanted Jania to…~best not
finish that thought.~ She filled her mind with sunshines and rainbows, and
newborn lambs with bells round the collars. “I am not a morning person.
Coffee. Shut down that crap and leave me alone. It’s too early.”



Trixie looked at her but shook her head. 15 percent tip for my silence
honey.” Jania screwed her eyes up, but nodded. “Keep the frak your silence.
Too damned early for your crap. Remember that.”

Picking up her coffee she turned and stormed out, shouldering a body or two
out the way. “Frak out my way.”



It was then that it happened



Fates’ fortuned glory, the fickle finger of destiny that Jania always knew
would point at her.



She’d seen the insipid, lackadaisical bore that was the Captain’s wife a
number of times, a beneficiary of nepotism that even besmirched the word.
Now though, she looked closer at Ensign Willams’ demeanour. The mask of
pretense was worn well, Jania admitted.



~Useless Nepotistic Insipid vacuous bore.~ she filled her mind with hatred
as Ensign Williams passed.



On her second glance, as was her training. She caught sight of Mrs
Williams’ Bajoran ear jewellery.



~House Ronal?~ Jania’s blood ran cold. For a moment, her entire being was
struck dumb.



Sipping her coffee she gathered her wits, ~House Ronal was killed to a
man,~ she gave thanks for the thought. ~What then…~ her mind raced. ~The
rumours…the rumours were true….~ “House Ronal has a Scion.”



“Ashalan….”



“Hey! Manners! That’s Mrs Williams or Ma’am to you. A fellow Tac Officer
picked her up verbally.





“No offense was meant.” She picked her up and dashed her out headed
straight for her quarters, once more opening a secure, hidden channel,
direct to the core.



“Father…” She called, though she was alone and the channel secure.



“Father The rumours were true. House Ronal has a daughter of Primacy. House
Ronal is not extant, repeat House Ronal is not extant. Scions have been
identified.”



=/\= Speak clearly fool child. =/\= the retort was normal, but lacked the
cutting edge, her father was pleased.



“The rumours were true, all of them. House Ronal has merged with Terran
House Bracken and House Williams. The scions are….” The channel was closed.
Glowing in exaltation, Jania felt the blessing of her father on her being.



Meanwhile, the whirlwind of fate that she had weaved spun, unchecked, and
it could encompass all in it’s path.



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