Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
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Posts: 2,609
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Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Nov 1, 2020 12:02:44 GMT
[Front Ear, Deck 10, Jovireh's quarters]
"Y'hhau ri'nanov,
I hope this letter finds you well. My first week on this station has been... eventful, to say the least. They have me working patrol shifts right now, to give me time to settle in and adjust to the new life, but I've been told I might be transferred to the USS Mac in the near future to help with some of their missions. Hopefully it won't be the too-near future. I'm still learning my way around the station, I don't need to add a ship's layout to my confusion.
I've met a few people who have been extremely helpful. I'm hopeful that some of them will even become friends. Especially -" Jovireh paused, staring at the PADD in her hand, taking a thoughtful sip of her hot tea. How could she phrase this in a way that wouldn't be giving away information should it be intercepted? After all, she had no guarantee that the Empire hadn't discovered her, especially now that she was registered with Starfleet. Setting her mug down beside her, she continued. "the woman who's apparently my cousin on father's side. She confided that she's been having a difficult time reconciling her heritage, so I really want to teach her some of the things that father taught me. I'm planning on inviting her to dinner... but I could use your help. The food is easy enough to replicate, and I can find the music in the station database... but no matter how hard I try I can't remember the name of father's favorite drink. That makes it rather difficult to find, especially this far out where few people have ever tasted it. If you get a chance, would you be able to send me some?"
A howl off to her side caught her attention just before a small, silky creature landed on her lap, folding its paws beneath its body to perch elegantly. Jov smiled, petting the cat's back momentarily before adjusting her arms to continue typing without disturbing it. "Kiz says hello. She adapted here much faster than I have, but I suppose one set of quarters is the same as another. She's also probably the only reason I've stayed out of Sickbay so far. It's difficult to have nightmares with her magic purr in my ear. Thank you again. She truly has been the gift that keeps on giving.
I hope to hear from you soon. Jol-ao au.
-Jovireh"
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609
Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Jan 4, 2021 5:44:29 GMT
Personal Log,
I had that meeting with Commander Eastman this morning. Suffice it to say, it did not go how I was expecting. She wanted more information regarding the Talorian murder. More specifically... my reaction to it. I knew it was only a matter of time for it to come up, I guess I was just hoping it would take longer for the dust to settle. The Commander has a way of choosing her words carefully, asking multiple subtle questions instead of a single blatant one. As indirect as it can be, it's probably the smarter way to handle questioning someone's emotional stability.
She was far more... understanding... than I had anticipated. I'm going to have to remember that the people here are not like those on 173. They don't expect robotic soldiers who follow orders with precision and without question. Of course, we're still expected to do our jobs and do them well, but there's a little more forgiveness when flesh and blood - and emotions - get in the way. Commander Eastman genuinely wanted to know my thoughts and feelings, what it was that triggered my panic attack and led to me passing out in Sickbay. She wouldn't have accepted a simple reassurance that it wouldn't happen again.
It ended up being a very in-depth conversation. It was like the more I told her, the more I wanted her to know. Not sure how else to explain it. To finally have a commanding officer that actually cares about where I've been, what I've been through... It's a relief not having to try and be a different person while on duty anymore. Not like I was very successful at it before, but it's a lot less stressful knowing that I won't be declared unfit for duty the next time I react to a situation differently than expected.
Fairly certain it's safe to say the Commander knows me better than anyone else on the station. Or in Starfleet, for that matter, except Counselor Heiser. That's less strange than the fact that I'm okay with it. It feels like a safety net. No one else needs to know my story. If someone has concerns about my behavior... She'll have my back. Although I do feel bad that I haven't really made an effort to spend time with Lea or Evi outside of our telepathy lessons. Maybe I'll see if they want to get together when I have some time off. I guess I'm just still getting used to having friends. I don't know what it is about this station... but I finally feel like I may have found my place in the universe.
On that note... Commander Eastman also invited me over dinner. While I'm getting more comfortable around her, I'm not quite there yet. Give me a few more months and I might be willing to consider it. Still not going to bring Shavan though.
End Personal Log.
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609
Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Feb 10, 2021 12:40:21 GMT
[Front Ear Station - PO3 Jovireh Velal / Devra Kul - Shortly before Of Means and Ends]
=A="Crewman Vosque to Petty Officer Velal. I'm at Docking Bay One, and a Devra Kul just arrived... She's asking to speak with you."=A=
Jovireh's steps faltered mid-stride as she heard the call over the com. Her brow furrowed as she tapped the badge on her chest. =A="I'm on my way, but can you repeat the name for me?"=A= It couldn't be. Surely she would have told her if she was planning on visiting...
=A="Devra Kul. Diamond Edward Volcano Richard Adam Kangaroo - "=A=
Deciding to ignore the horrific attempt at the phonetic alphebet, Jov spun on her heel and started walking briskly towards the nearest turbolift. With every step she took she shifted between anger and panic. What the hell was going on?
The doors to the docking bay opened, and Jov weaved between the passengers disembarking until she saw two familiar faces she had never expected to see at the same time. "What are you doing here?" she asked as soon as she was within earshot.
The older woman turned and a brilliant smile lit up her features, black eyes sparkling with happiness and pride as she spread her arms. "Now, is that any way to greet your mother?"
Jov gave a nod to the Crewman, silently letting him know she would take over from there. Then she leaned in to give the woman the hug she was expecting. "Hello, Mother. What are you doing here?" she corrected her greeting. Though unsurprisingly, she didn't get much of an explanation.
"Can't a woman visit her only child without having a reason?" No. Not when that child was in Starfleet and deployed in the field. "Earth is such a lonely place, and you know I worry about you all the way out here all by yourself..." Devra hooked her arm through Jov's and started walking towards the door to lead them onto the station. "Now, don't you worry, I know you're quite busy so I'll stay out of your hair. I just thought it would be best to greet you upon my arrival than wait for us to run into each other on the Promenade. Now you go along and get back to work, and I'll get myself settled into some quarters. We can have dinner when you get off and catch up then."
The Petty Officer was a bit surprised by her mother's willingness to let her go, and it only increased her concern. If she wanted to wait to catch up, then there must be something that would take awhile for them to talk about. She agreed that now was not the time though, and after another hug and kiss on the cheek, they parted ways. Hopefully she wouldn't come to regret letting her mother wander the station unsupervised...
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609
Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Mar 3, 2021 10:39:58 GMT
[PO2 Jovireh Velal - Front Ear - Crew Gym]
The large room was empty and silent, with the exception of the echoing of fists against a standing bag. The woman throwing the punches was coated in freshly falling sweat, her arms, neck and face flushed a dark green from the exertion, proof of just how long she had been there. Splatters of bright green blood made it look like the bag had been rained on, and dripped on the surrounding floor. But it didn't take much to notice the specks of blood flying from the contact every time her knuckles struck the nylon. No, she hadn't wrapped her hands, and even now she didn't seem to notice the increasing pain as the fabric tore at her flesh.
She had heard the Captain's public address... heard the names she listed as those left behind. In a foreign labor camp. Her anger was for all of them, but her horror reserved for one. Twice in a month he'd been taken hostage... and this time sounded so much worse than before. This time she wasn't there. She should have been there. She would have been useful there. But no, they kept her on the station for the galatic event of the year. Yes, she'd stopped a killer, but Ryah would have done it whether Jov had been there or not. She sure as hell didn't need to be promoted over it. Not after she almost got everyone killed. A strangled scream of frustration tore from her throat as she grabbed the bag to stop it's swaying, gripping the top tightly in her blood-soaked hands and bracing her forehead against it. You lose. The thoughts echoed around in her head, the expression change in his black eyes, his thumb tightening over the detonator... She shouldn't have been promoted. She almost got everyone killed.
Her breath was heavy and ragged, arms shaking as she released her grip on the bag and sank to the floor. She got promoted after her fatal arrogance, he got captured for having the courage to do what was right. Nothing had gone the way it was supposed to, and there was nothing she could do to fix any of it. Her bloodied hands covered her face as she rolled onto her back, clenching her jaw against the hot tears that she no longer had the strength to hold back. All the frustration, anger, worry and guilt came surging to the surface, pushing past her broken defenses in choking sobs. For the first time in months, Jovireh was grateful to be alone. No one could fix this.
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609
Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on May 4, 2021 6:49:47 GMT
[One week after S2; M3 Law of the Jungle]
Personal Log,
The doctor released me for light duty starting tomorrow. Provided the headaches don't get worse again, I'll be off restrictions in another week. I never thought as an adult I would say that I'm glad Mother was here to take care of me. Just like when I was a kid, she knew exactly what to do to ease the pain. Last night I finally asked her about what Commander Harmon told me, about Father. Apparently she's known all along that he used to work for the Tal'Shiar. She claimed he never told her what his final project for them was, but she knew it disturbed him enough to take leave - and that was when they met, and he changed fields. Even he didn't know if they ever completed the project or not, as he took leave when it was sent for testing. But Mother and I agree if they had completed a weapon like that... they would have used it by now. I guess that's some comfort. Still not sure how I feel about it all, though. I wish I would have found out from him, but if he wasn't proud of the work he had done, I can understand why he wanted to leave it behind him. Mother suggested I not dwell on it, and remember him as the man I've always known, and not who he had been before my time. I'm not sure I can. Although I'm fairly certain it's a good thing Commander Harmon is not currently on the station... I have a feeling she wants to have a word or two with him about 'deeply investigating what is none of his business'.
Deities I hope they come back soon...
End log.
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