"Well..." Sonak looked thoughtful for a few seconds, "would she consider someone like me to be pestered? I have your old position vacant on my ship, it is yours if you want it." She beckoned Meylor to walk with her as she shifted the position of her youngest child on her arm, while T'Kimi slipped her hand in Meylor's.
Quietly, she tugged his arm. "Mister Meylor?" she spoke softly, a smile adorning her small admiring face, "please come back? Perhaps then we'll not get damaged as much...mommy's been really sad since you left and the ship has crashed twice."
Sonak remained oddly silent as she listened to the 6-year old talking. "Well, yes we did crash...and we sustained severe damage only recently..." She didn't know how to explain. "You will have to read the reports, I cannot explain. Besides, lately I have had other things to worry about too." She held up baby Miriya. "My youngest daughter," she said proudly, "now, I am certain you would like to see the ship for yourself and meet up with the senior staff?" |
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