Letter From Home

Posted on 30 Apr 2013 @ 4:31am by Senior Chief Petty Officer Keval zh'Erinov

384 words; about a 2 minute read

Keval sat at his desk. His roommate had a different shift than him and was out. He had seen that he had an incoming message two days ago, but seeing who it was from, Ben Junior, his adopted brother, he had not been exactly keen on opening it. In fact he had been downright dreading it.

He'd just gotten back from his morning workout in the holodeck's gym program and his meeting with Kohl so he was feeling as good as he ever was going to. They had flirted and well more than that really. He shook his head to clear the image. Not because he wanted to, but because if he dwelt on it too much he would never pic up the letter.


^=^Computer, play message Keval Alpha 3^=^

^=^ He sell out^=^ came a familiar and once welcome voice. ^=^I guess you are enjoying your little escape from reality. You may have heard of someone named Judas? If not you really should look it up. I am sure that your precious Federation will have plenty of material you can look up on him.

Our father, no scratch that, MY father sits in a penal colony because of you. I hope you can live with yourself. The man that was a father to you. Gave yo the clothes on your back, put a roof over your head, provided an education for you is there because you turned your back on him.

You betrayed him Do you honestly think you would be in the position that you are in now, that you would have the career that you have now if it were not for him? He gave you that job. One that I deserved and you thank him by squealing to you Fleeter pals.

I was always defending you when we were kids. Oh sure I may have teased you some, but what brother doesn't Who did you come to for advice when you decided to come out as a... as who you like to sleep with?

Jut be warned that payback is a bitch Someday when you least expect it someone is going to come up to you and give you exactly what you deserve. A long slow death. Did I mention painful?^=^

Keval slammed his fist against the table as the transmission ended.

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