Author's Notes: The following is the first part of an immediate sequel to my previous fic; 'Trials of Blood and Fire'
. I seriously recommend reading that, as this heavily relies upon that fic for context.
Star Trek: Victorious – Moving on (Sequel to ‘Trials of Blood and Fire’)
Stardate: 87988.9. 6 days after the rescue of Commander Ryan Allington. Federation Starbase Deep Space Nine.
Commander Marilla ‘Daya’ Saph walks along the balcony of the third level of Quark’s bar towards one of the holosuites, before taking a deep breath and tapping on the doorchime. “Can I come in?” She waits, with no response, before taking a data rod out of her pocket, given to her by security at the recommendation of the station’s psychiatric staff, inserting it into one of the access ports as the doors slide open.
She steps across the threshold, being greeted by the scene of an Old Earth marine vessel, from roughly the mid 20th-Century. The vessel has a light green deck and seems approximately the size of a frigate, with the deck unusually deserted as the ship floats across the ocean, a calm breeze gusting across the sea. There are cylindrical objects lined up on racks dipping towards the stern of the ship as well as some kind of large mortar just below the bridge and behind an AA emplacement. As Daya walks around the superstructure, she sees Ryan standing at the bow of the ship, apparently lost in thought, gripping onto his cane with his free hand holding the railing.
Daya walks forward, stopping next to him on his right, looking at him. “Doctor Savril said I’d find you here.” Ryan remains silent, only smiling. “There’s a ship leaving for Bajor in an hour. I’ve heard there’s a nice, quiet spot in the Kendra Valley. Peaceful, calm...” She reaches over to the railing and takes his hand, which he responds to by looking at her, smiling. “I also spoke to a friend of mine in the Vedek Assembly and he’s invited you to visit the Dakeen Monastery.”
“I know what you’re trying to do, Daya.” Ryan speaks softly, kissing her gently on the cheek. “Thank you, but we both know that just being somewhere quiet isn’t going to help.”
Daya furrows her brow in irritation – she didn’t like being condescended to and Ryan knew it. “Well, if quiet isn’t going to help, then what are you doing here?”
“I just...” Ryan sighs, leaning forwards against the railing. “I just wanted to be alone. No doctors, no psychiatrists, no one asking how I feel...” He looks around, breathing in the artificial air, seeming to exhale with dissatisfaction. “Just me, my mind, and the waves.”
Daya holds his arm. “Doctor Savril suggested that you might appreciate a trip down to Bajor... get you planetside for a change.”
“He also suggested that me using this cane was a result of subconscious trauma.” He looks over at Daya again. “See why I hate psychiatrists?”
Daya nods. “What if I said I want you
to come to Bajor with me?” She leans her body against the railings to put herself between them and Ryan so he had
to look at her. “Just the two of us.”
Ryan smiles after a few seconds. “I’d like that.”
Daya hums to herself. “I thought you might.” She takes his hand again. “I already spoke to Vedek Karan; he’s arranged a place for us just outside Dakeen. Apparently, it’s near the coast. With a sea view.”
“Apparently?” Ryan looks at her suspiciously.
“I may have mentioned off-hand that you were raised in a maritime city.” Daya smiles as she leads him towards the doors.
U.S.S. Victorious, Docked at Deep Space Nine.
“Did I ever mention how much I hate refits?” Dannover hands Carter a PADD as the pair walk through the corridors of the Ambassador-Class Starship, avoiding the maintenance crews.
“Once or twice.” Carter says ironically, looking over the PADD. “So a 5-day repair job has turned into a 3-month full-system overhaul?”
“With full, controlled, trials of every single system before we can even go to space trials.” She stops by her quarters. “Including the doorchimes.”
Carter facepalms, sighing heavily. “Someone in the SCE has gone mad...”
“That would be my guess, sir.”
“Alright, I’ll talk to Captain Kurland.”
“Good luck. They deactivated comms an hour ago.” Dannover starts walking towards the turbolift.
Several hours later, Bajor. Kendra Province, Dakeen Monastery.
Ryan and Daya walk along the gravel path leading to the monastery from a nearby village, wearing civilian clothes, as the Bajoran Sun shines down on them, glistening off of the bronze-coloured domes in the distance indicating the roofs of several of the monastery’s buildings – the only parts of the monastery visible so far. Ryan is wearing a white cap with a visor shielding his eyes from the sun as well as a white T-shirt and light grey trousers, while Daya wears an ocean blue vest and black shorts, with a visor to shield her own eyes.
As they trek through the valley, Ryan swaps his duffel bag across shoulders. “How much further?”
“Karan said he’d send a hopper to meet us once we reached the Hapa Ridge.” Daya keeps pace with him.
“Okay, where’s that?” Ryan glances over at her.
“Good question.” Daya smiles at him.
“You haven’t got the faintest idea, have you?”
“Nope!” She laughs a little at him.
Ryan shakes his head before laughing, “You never were much of a navigator, Daya.” His laughter intensifies when she gives him a playful shove.
“It’s not like you can get lost in a valley. We just keep heading this way until we see a Hopper. Easy.”
“You said that about the Kobayashi Maru as well.” Ryan gives her a chiding smile.
Daya smiles back. “It is. All you have to do is get yourself killed.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” She quickly kisses him on the cheek as they come to a stop, looking at each other, before Daya presses her lips to his and they share a long, intimate kiss.
Suddenly, they hear the sound of someone clearing his throat, breaking their kiss to see a middle-aged Bajoran wearing red robes indicative of a monk, who then asks, “Commanders Saph and Allington?”
“Vedek Karan Nidon sent me to take you to your accommodations. He will meet you and take you to the monastery from there.” He begins leading them up a side path along the valley wall towards a hopper waiting at the ridgeline.
End of Part One