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Home Sweet Home

Posted on Tuesday June 15, 2021 @ 9:59am by Trinity Anderson

Mission: Lower Decks
Location: Earth – Mombasa, Kenya
Timeline: Several years ago

It was a windy October evening when Trinity arrived at her family's house on Earth. The house shot up from the ground rather majestically in the large open clearing in front of her, hedged off on all sides by large palm trees packed closely together.

There was a gentle breeze that sent wafts of the familiar scent of home to her. It was hard to describe the aroma, but it smelled slightly damp and salty – no doubt due to the nearby lagoon. There was a hint of lavender, a dash of freshly baked bread from the bakery that was nearby, and the smell of the pine and palm trees abundantly located around this region.

The house was older than her by several order of magnitudes – nearly ten generations, last she bothered to check. Of course, there had been at least three major renovations in that time, the last taking place when she was just five years old, when her father moved his family back permanently to his ancestral home on Earth.

The majesty of the house was only surpassed by the audacity of its bright colours. The bulk of the house was largely covered in light blue with yellow accents for the multiple window and door frames and other trimmings – all of which was crowned by a bright red tiled roof.

She knew the house was currently unoccupied. Even her mother, who was usually a permanent fixture, was away on assignment off-world. The same was true for her brother…he had not been home in years. Up until today, Trinity had likewise been away for a year.

Mombasa was a vibrant city in the waning light of the evening – the glowing lights of tall
and short structures in the backdrop of the Anderson House illuminated the city as the sun gradually faded into obscurity in the western sky. The sky was so cloudless that she could begin to see bright jewel lights at the edges of the sky. Stars had always fascinated her as a child.

All was exactly as she had remembered it. The view, the scent, the feel…it was all so familiar and very much welcome. Memories of childhood, adolescence and early adulthood came flooding to her mind. There were many good memories, but also several bad ones.

On the latter…her father came to mind. He was never far from her thoughts even though his passing was now several years in the past.

Trinity was quick to settle in.

For her, that meant throwing the meagre belongings she brought with her in the main foyer of the house to be picked up later…that is, if one of the bots did not get to it first, presuming they were online. Her mother had a mistrust of the personal assistant/maintenance bots and often preferred to turn them off.

She made her way to the kitchen, to the refrigeration unit located in the corner of the room, to pick up a real beer. The fridge was a relic of the past, but it had its uses. Her father swore it chilled the local beer, brewed here in Mombasa exactly right. The replicator could never quite meet her father’s high standard for beer…not to talk of the artificial synthale.

Like father, like daughter. Trinity had also developed a love for the fridge-chilled beer and was one of the things she looked forward to the most when coming home.

She opened the bottle of beer and took a quick sip and quickly became a gulp followed by a series of gulps until the contents of the bottle vanished down her throat. She glanced at the glass, equally amused and disappointed at how quickly she had finished it. She set it aside and opened the fridge to pick up another.

She made her way to her bedroom, located a floor above that she accessed through the large winding stairs from the main floor. She crossed the master bedroom and her brother’s room before she finally reached hers. It was unassuming from the exterior, but the doors parted ways receding into the side frames revealing the interior of a modestly sized room.

There was the usual one would expect of a bedroom – a computer station, a bed, a couch for reading. In the corner of the room was an electronic keyboard. There were holographic posters tastefully and decoratively covering the walls of her room. Most were of classical performances she had participated in.

That was in the past now…despite being not that long ago, it all felt like they were from a past life. Yet, that life held meaning to her even if she was now a military officer as opposed to classically trained pianist.

She smiled at the past and quickly slipped out through the large windows in her room onto a lower portion of the house’s rooftop. Beer in hand, she starred endlessly into the stars
mechanically identifying constellations and the planetary systems associated with them. She fondly remembered doing this a lot with her father as a child.

A notable difference from then was that she had visited some of those stars and planetary systems. There were of course several she was yet to visit, and she suspected a whole lot more that she would never get to see in her lifetime.

It was a depressing thought, but nevertheless a true a testament of how vast the universe is. The Federation may be massive, but it was only a tiny fraction of this night sky. She suspected it would even barely register in comparison to the magnitude of the cosmos.

Taking a swig of her beer, Trinity was suddenly and oddly curious to know how much of it she could travel in her lifetime. For a moment, she entertained the idea of purchasing a space worthy craft and setting off on her own private exploration mission to see how much of it she could traverse.

But the thought was a passing one that was dismissed just as easily as the cold beer in her hand quenched her thirst.

Maybe that was something to look forward to when she retired from her Starfleet career.

It was an idea at least, she thought.

Her gaze lowered from the sky to her surroundings. Even with the hustle and bustle of the streets, she should hear the waves of the lagoon, the rustling of the trees in protest to the breeze, distant laughter and the gentle hums of various hover crafts ferrying passengers to and from across Mombasa.

The other idea of course was to retire here and enjoy moments like this very one.

She took a gulp of her beer and smiled as she heard her father’s words so clearly and vividly in her mind that it felt like was seating by her side… “I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.”


 

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