04-19-2025, 05:26 PM
"I don't kn--"
Watching Tyra’s face Nathan wondered exactly what it was that she was remembering. Whatever it was, her face was full of all kinds of emotions. The memories were surely deep. Tyra was silent, almost as if in a reverie. Straightening after not realizing he’d arched himself forward to spew the name from his mouth, Nathan walked over to her and stood like a watchful guardian.
Little thoughts swirled in his mind, trying to make sense of whatever pieces of the puzzle Ramius had. Though, if he was honest with himself, there weren’t many pieces to put together. Part of him wanted to go on the hunt. Find whoever was messing with him and Tyra too. Though what would he do even if he found that person? If it was Admiral Yegorov? A Lieutenant Commander against an Admiral seemed like a poor fight. Nathan was glad that he had Tyra to confide in, who had much better contacts than he did; or likely ever would.
"I might know of an Admiral Yegorov but I'm not sure…” her words yanked him back into the moment, Nathan’s eyes locking with hers the moment she looked up.
"What would have happened to you if we hadn't shown up?"
He had opened his mouth to reply, but then Tyra had grabbed his sleeve, and his maw fell shut immediately in response.
"You know that you're worth more than this, right?"
There was a tug and then a frown.
"The uniform, I mean. I know that probably sounds extremely hypocritical from me of all people but you're worthy whether you wear the uniform or not. I need you to know and understand that because you don't deserve to be a pawn in someone's sick game."
There was an incredulous look from Nathan before Tyra corrected herself, then he had to stop himself from chuckling as she went on. Instead, he let out a light sigh. His eyes searched hers and Tyra’s face for a moment after the last word left her lips. With so many ways to answer her question, Ramius was left wondering exactly what he’d say and how he should say it.
“Yes,” he said with a hint of a smile, “I do know.”
“I had some failsafes setup if the mission went sideways. Doing this mission was never a safe bet, no matter what I prepared for. But we’ve been in worse situations than me doing this gig. The Rogue Planet? The Attack on the Megasphere?”
There were more that he could list off, but those were two of the more dangerous missions he’d ever taken part in. For Tyra though, those were probably nothing compared to what she’d encountered in her time.
“I’m not that Midshipman anymore.”
Letting that sentence linger as Nathan looked at her, he then released the hold on her arms that he hadn’t realized he’d had. Walking over to the transporter pad to ponder his next words, Nathan turned once he’d reached it.
“I used to think a lot of things about myself. I was idealistic. Hard on myself. Naive. I probably am still pretty damn hard on myself,” a chuckle punctuated the sentence.
“I’ve come a long way from all of that Tyra. I have. I’m sure I’ll still occasionally do something stupid, like this mission for instance, but I didn’t see a better way out of it at the time. I love Starfleet. I always have, even when I was making mistakes and digging holes for myself. Despite that love for it, I might have left the Fleet if it wasn’t for you. You believed in me when I couldn’t even believe in myself.”
His eyes flickered upwards, locked onto the deep blues of Tyra’s.
“Blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb,” the words were solemn but warm.
“I love the Crusader, and I’ve been connecting with the Colso’s and others aboard her. But the Artemis... you, will always be my home. You helped me a lot. To be frank, you were the one that helped me grow up and out of being that Midshipman. So for me to just abandon you, when I thought you were in real trouble, it just wasn’t going to happen. I’d rather go down fighting for you, or fighting with you, than finding out I could have done something to help.”
Nathan’s strides carried him back to Tyra, closing the distance not quickly, but surely.
“Let me help you. It’s obvious that something is going on here, whether it is an actual conspiracy, or if it’s just that you’ve made some big enemies,” despite him being incredibly serious, Nathan’s lips turned into a smirk at the last part. Only because he was sure that she’d made some in her storied career.
“Let me help.”
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Watching Tyra’s face Nathan wondered exactly what it was that she was remembering. Whatever it was, her face was full of all kinds of emotions. The memories were surely deep. Tyra was silent, almost as if in a reverie. Straightening after not realizing he’d arched himself forward to spew the name from his mouth, Nathan walked over to her and stood like a watchful guardian.
Little thoughts swirled in his mind, trying to make sense of whatever pieces of the puzzle Ramius had. Though, if he was honest with himself, there weren’t many pieces to put together. Part of him wanted to go on the hunt. Find whoever was messing with him and Tyra too. Though what would he do even if he found that person? If it was Admiral Yegorov? A Lieutenant Commander against an Admiral seemed like a poor fight. Nathan was glad that he had Tyra to confide in, who had much better contacts than he did; or likely ever would.
"I might know of an Admiral Yegorov but I'm not sure…” her words yanked him back into the moment, Nathan’s eyes locking with hers the moment she looked up.
"What would have happened to you if we hadn't shown up?"
He had opened his mouth to reply, but then Tyra had grabbed his sleeve, and his maw fell shut immediately in response.
"You know that you're worth more than this, right?"
There was a tug and then a frown.
"The uniform, I mean. I know that probably sounds extremely hypocritical from me of all people but you're worthy whether you wear the uniform or not. I need you to know and understand that because you don't deserve to be a pawn in someone's sick game."
There was an incredulous look from Nathan before Tyra corrected herself, then he had to stop himself from chuckling as she went on. Instead, he let out a light sigh. His eyes searched hers and Tyra’s face for a moment after the last word left her lips. With so many ways to answer her question, Ramius was left wondering exactly what he’d say and how he should say it.
“Yes,” he said with a hint of a smile, “I do know.”
“I had some failsafes setup if the mission went sideways. Doing this mission was never a safe bet, no matter what I prepared for. But we’ve been in worse situations than me doing this gig. The Rogue Planet? The Attack on the Megasphere?”
There were more that he could list off, but those were two of the more dangerous missions he’d ever taken part in. For Tyra though, those were probably nothing compared to what she’d encountered in her time.
“I’m not that Midshipman anymore.”
Letting that sentence linger as Nathan looked at her, he then released the hold on her arms that he hadn’t realized he’d had. Walking over to the transporter pad to ponder his next words, Nathan turned once he’d reached it.
“I used to think a lot of things about myself. I was idealistic. Hard on myself. Naive. I probably am still pretty damn hard on myself,” a chuckle punctuated the sentence.
“I’ve come a long way from all of that Tyra. I have. I’m sure I’ll still occasionally do something stupid, like this mission for instance, but I didn’t see a better way out of it at the time. I love Starfleet. I always have, even when I was making mistakes and digging holes for myself. Despite that love for it, I might have left the Fleet if it wasn’t for you. You believed in me when I couldn’t even believe in myself.”
His eyes flickered upwards, locked onto the deep blues of Tyra’s.
“Blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb,” the words were solemn but warm.
“I love the Crusader, and I’ve been connecting with the Colso’s and others aboard her. But the Artemis... you, will always be my home. You helped me a lot. To be frank, you were the one that helped me grow up and out of being that Midshipman. So for me to just abandon you, when I thought you were in real trouble, it just wasn’t going to happen. I’d rather go down fighting for you, or fighting with you, than finding out I could have done something to help.”
Nathan’s strides carried him back to Tyra, closing the distance not quickly, but surely.
“Let me help you. It’s obvious that something is going on here, whether it is an actual conspiracy, or if it’s just that you’ve made some big enemies,” despite him being incredibly serious, Nathan’s lips turned into a smirk at the last part. Only because he was sure that she’d made some in her storied career.
“Let me help.”
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