<Outpost 94, 1752 hours, Chief Diplomatic Officer's Quarters>
"Kaylin, dear, you watch yourself on that Starbase," said Baturi. "It will be quite a bit different than that outpost you're on now."
"Yes," added her mother, "they get all sorts of strange visitors passing through those places."
"Don't worry, Mom, I'll be fine...I'm a big girl," replied Kaylin, tossing her hair back over her left shoulder. She looked at the screen and could've sworn she saw a tear roll down her mom's cheek. "Hey, I'll still write as often as I can and call a couple times a month."
"I know," said Shanath, "I had just hoped that it would be a hundred or so more years before I heard you day those words." Kaylin's mom wiped that tear from her face.
Just then, Kaylin heard a sound in the background. Shanath abruptly turned. "Ooh, dinner's finished. I've got to get it out of the oven before it burns. Kaylin, it was good talking to you again. I'll be looking for your letter. I love you, dear."
"I love you too, Mom," she said. Kaylin watched as Shanath left her field of view.
"When you get to that new Starbase, let us know. I've got a container packed full of my latest purchases for you. You wouldn't believe how difficult it was to find some of them still in a book format."
"I will dad. And don't spend your money on all those old books for me."
Baturi picked up quickly on what his daughter meant. "Don't you worry about that. Joren has a 2219 edition of Gray's Anatomy waiting for him, as well as a whole host of other books, the next time he visits."
"Speaking of Joren, tell him to contact me. He still owes me huge favor for that horrendous blind date I let him talk me into."
Baturi laughed, "I'll tell him." There was a slight pause, Shanath was calling out from within the kitchen. "I've got go now...mom needs help. Take care and I love you."
"I love you too, Dad. Bye." The screen went blank and slid back down into the desk.
Kaylin had gotten her transfer orders two days ago. Tonight was the first opportunity she had to contact her parents about it. She knew it would be rough, especially for her mom. That's why she didn't mention the anxiety she had about moving from an Outpost to a Starbase. But the lessons she'd learned from what she calls her first Starfleet life, told her that worrying over a situation would not help that situation to become better. So she dealt with it, and went to get some dinner of her own.
<Mess Hall, 1803>
Kaylin was an adventurous sort when it came to food. She was willing to try almost anything once...and she had no problem mixing cultures. So sitting down with a plate of shrimp fried rice, Nantua, and sushi with salmon, cucumber, and avocado, was nothing out of the ordinary. She was partway through her meal when she saw her aide, Crewman Amaya Mori approaching. Mori was one of the first people Kaylin met at the Outpost when she arrived and the two instantly formed a friendship that would outlive Mori. It was Mori who had introduced her to the cuisine she was now eating.
"I didn't expect to see you here this late, ma'am," said Mori. "Well, late for you. Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all, please, sit. And you're right, I usually have dinner an hour before now. I just finished with my parents," replied Kaylin.
Mori swallowed a bite of food. "Telling them about your transfer?"
"Yes. It was difficult for them both, but especially for my mother."
"It's difficult for us, too, ma'am. I'd say most everybody hates to see you go." Mori grinned, "And I would sure hate to break in a new CDO."
Kaylin laughed. "And I'd hate to break in a new aide." She paused for another bite of sushi. "I just had an idea. Now I can't guarantee it will work and I can't promise anything, but let me put in a request to the Commanding Officer of Starbase 386 and see if I can't take you with me. How would you like that?"
Smiling big, Mori said, "I would like that very much! I've always wanted the opportunity to be aboard a large Starbase. But what about the position here? The Fleet would have to fill two empty spots."
"You let me take care of that," said Lt. Kenah. "Most of my friends and associates I had when I retired 48 years ago are either dead or can't remember who I am. But they had children who joined. One of them, Lt. Commander Eli ben Davíd, I know well. He was one of the few that I've even changed diapers on."
Mori giggled at the thought. "No matter how long we serve together, I'll never grow accustomed to your age. Where does Commander Davíd work?"
"He works back at San Francisco in Starfleet Command, Personnel."
The two finished their meals with casual chit-chat between bites.
Lt. JG Kaylin Kenah
Chief Diplomatic Advisor
If you can't go around it, over it, or through it, you had better negotiate with it.
Diplomacy is the art of letting someone have your way.