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An uncomfortable silence sat between them as they ate. The entire Durandus family was bullheaded. Typical family arguments that seemed trivial to other families often lasted for months, but his time it was more than trite bickering.
âSo when do you return from holiday leave?â her father said finally, attempting to avoid the elephant in the room and get them through at least one meal unphased.
âMy shuttle leaves at 0800 tomorrow morning.â
The silence returned. The clinking of silverware echoing through the dining room.
âI just donât understand why youâre doing this. You have a perfectly respectable job. Why do you need to go throw it all away and risk your life on some ship?â
âWhat?â her mother continued, setting her silverware down and wiping her mouth with her napkin. âI canât just let my only daughter run off on some ill-conceived notion of saving the universe.â
âMom. Weâve been through this already. Iâm tired of the bureaucracy and politics. The Thales is a great ship. Every doctor I know would love to have this post.â
âSo let them have it,â Her mother retorted. Her father rubbed the bridge of his nose as he tried to stay neutral while her mother continued. âDonât you remember the hell you went through on the Hermes? That ship is the perfect example of why you shouldnât be out there.â
âWho are you to say what I can and canât do? The Hermes was my family. Sure, itâs dangerous, but itâs a part of being a Starfleet officer.â
âYou can be a Starfleet officer on Earth. I could even talk to Derek and get you a position here at the Betazed Outpost.â
âHa,â Kay scoffed, pushing her plate away. âDo you really think Iâd want to take a position on the same starbase as you? Iâd rather take my chances on Tau Cygna V.â
âHoney, thereâs no need to be disrespectful. Youâre mother cares about you. She just wants you to be safe. You did have a hard time on the Hermes. I remember how stressed you were. The Thales could be very much the same way.â Tarkis looked between them, hoping to ease some tension.
âHow dare you!â Pricsilla screamed, knocking her chair over as she stood. âDonât you forget who helped get you where you are. One call and I could get you reassigned to Ktaris!â
âYou know what,â Kay threw her napkin on the table and stood. âIâm tired of you trying to run my life. Youâve been hovering over me ever since I enrolled at the Ministry. This is MY life. MY decision. If I die out there, saving lives, itâs my choice!â She leaned over the table, glaring.
âI wonât let you throw your life away. You arenât doing this.â
âPricsillaâ¦â Tarkis said cautiously, seeing the anger boil over in his daughterâs eyes.
Kay laughed. âTry and stop me.â She said tauntingly. âDo it and youâll lose your daughter anyway.â She stared at her mother a moment, daggers in her eyes, then turned away.
âKay,â her father pleaded. âBe reasonable.â
âIâm not the one being unreasonable.â
Pricsilla was still too flabbergasted to respond. Watching in a bitter silence as her only daughter snatched up her things.
âIâm taking this position. Thales is to report to Starbase 47 on SD1701.23.â She opened the door, stopping as she sensed her Motherâs demeanor change slightly.
âPlease...â Pricsillaâs voice was softer, wavering a bit with the fear that she may never see her again.
Kay stood in the doorway, her back still turned. Silence returning between them.
âGoodbye, Mother,â she said, walking out the door.