Tom Bowling

Posted on 24 May 2018 @ 4:38pm by Lieutenant Ardok Brixx

574 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: The Search Begins
Location: Crew quarters
Timeline: MD1 || 0300 hours

With a long and prolonged sigh, Brixx set upright in his bed and rubbed his temples. It was again one of these nights where he was just not able to find sleep and relaxation. All that kept running through his mind was his family back on Bolarus IX.

He had indeed not seen them for quite some time. The last time he had heard from them was the day, when he got his transfer orders to the Black Hawk. The words of his father were still echoing in his mind.

"I am still not in favour of you doing that, boy."

His father had always just called him boy whenever he was not content with something that Ardok wanted to do.
"Why don't you want to learn a Bolian instrument, boy?", "I think you should stay on Bolarus and not go to Starfleet Academy, boy", "That's a great mistake, boy".

In fact, Ardok Brixx would have been totally fed up with it and would ignore it as he had so often done it before, if it weren't for the fact that his father might have been been right in this one aspect.

"Who knows when you will be able to see us again."

Brixx had heard those words and talked his father's argument down as he always did.
"There will be ways, don't worry. That new assignment will be a huge chance for me", he had answered. But now, he was not so sure anymore. His father might have been right. And who knew when he would be able to contact his mother, co-father and siblings again – and yes, his father as well. As Brixx tended to be overly optimistic, the idea that there might not be a chance at all did not really come to his mind – or was not allowed to come to his mind from the depths of his subconsciousness.

Brixx was a typical Bolian in that respect. His family played a very important role in his life and he had been without any contact since. It was those nights when he felt so lonesome he could not sleep.
Of course, he had his friends and colleagues here on the Black Hawk, but that was not the same. He had not been on board long enough to form close friendships - and even that would not be the same.

The Bolian scientist stood up and went over to the other corner of the room, where his cello was standing right next to a stool. He sat down, grabbed his cello bow and started to play. As always he played the tune which helped him to forget about those thoughts - at least for a while - and as always he played it with his eyes closed: "Tom Bowling"

((OOC: This is the piece of music, I'm referring to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JrDddzgO8k))

He had heard it once at a concert at Starfleet Academy and it had instantaneously affected him. It was at the same night as soon as he had returned from the concert that he first tried to play the tune himself on his own cello. And he had been playing it ever since. It was the soft and melancholy tune that he liked so much about it. When he had finished playing the melancholy tune, he remained there silently for a moment before he put his bow and cello away and went to bed again.

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