Well, it's not much, but I did come up with this journal entry that Rhodes makes soon after settling into his new home with his new daughter...
Dear Journal,
Weve just now settled the last of the furniture here at 1003 1st Street. I must say that I was quite surprised to find that my new home was way the hell out here in Officer Country. I asked the Captain and she said it was a perk of being so affluent and a new parent to boot. One things for sure, I hope the Officers around here cozy up to me soon its starting to become a hassle saluting to every adult in this neighborhood. Although, it is kinda cute when all the kids start saluting me.
Speaking of kids, Amelias getting better. Shes been starting to open up a bit more, but she never says anything about what happened to her before I found her. Thats fine with me. I have no intention of forcing her to relive whatever took place. I only hope that she doesnt keep it bottled inside forever that just wouldnt be healthy.
It turns out that the good old Capn was on to something with that JAG. No sooner than the adoption papers started making their way through the bureaucratic machine did someone see my name on the papers and blew a whistle. Fortunately, the only leg they had to stand on was that I was a single male. With a bit of legal wrangling and just a tiny bit of pulling rank, seniority, and merit we were able to a compromise: regular visits from a caseworker.
Of course, one of the caseworkers immediate concerns was Amelias education. Oddly enough, I hadnt really thought about it. I supposed that I was too preoccupied with helping her through her grief. Fortune smiled upon me though I had been sent a caseworker that understood children like Amelia. We both agreed that being forced to socialize in the setting of a public school so soon would only make her worse, so for the time being Im going to be home-schooling her.
All is still not rainbows and butterflies, even though this place seems to be very therapeutic for Amelia. She still cannot bear to be alone at night and insists on sleeping in my bed with me. Of course, I could never deny her. For her, Id die if I had to.
I never knew that I had such a strong paternal instinct.
One other thing that I feel I need to note here. This house reminds me an awful lot of a house I lived in a long time ago when my life was boring. Coincidence? It makes me wonder.
-CPO Rhodes
After this point, I'm not sure where to go. There is what the Dragon said about her having a power that he wanted from her, but I'm still not sure what sort it ought to be. One thing I do know is that if I go that route, then it would manifest itself when some dumb kid picks a fight with her on her first day of public school.
Ideas, anyone?
Black Aeronaut Technologies Group, LLC
Aerospace Solutions for the discerning spacer
"To the commissary we should go," Yoda declared firmly. "News
of this kind a danish requires."
Dear Journal,
Weve just now settled the last of the furniture here at 1003 1st Street. I must say that I was quite surprised to find that my new home was way the hell out here in Officer Country. I asked the Captain and she said it was a perk of being so affluent and a new parent to boot. One things for sure, I hope the Officers around here cozy up to me soon its starting to become a hassle saluting to every adult in this neighborhood. Although, it is kinda cute when all the kids start saluting me.
Speaking of kids, Amelias getting better. Shes been starting to open up a bit more, but she never says anything about what happened to her before I found her. Thats fine with me. I have no intention of forcing her to relive whatever took place. I only hope that she doesnt keep it bottled inside forever that just wouldnt be healthy.
It turns out that the good old Capn was on to something with that JAG. No sooner than the adoption papers started making their way through the bureaucratic machine did someone see my name on the papers and blew a whistle. Fortunately, the only leg they had to stand on was that I was a single male. With a bit of legal wrangling and just a tiny bit of pulling rank, seniority, and merit we were able to a compromise: regular visits from a caseworker.
Of course, one of the caseworkers immediate concerns was Amelias education. Oddly enough, I hadnt really thought about it. I supposed that I was too preoccupied with helping her through her grief. Fortune smiled upon me though I had been sent a caseworker that understood children like Amelia. We both agreed that being forced to socialize in the setting of a public school so soon would only make her worse, so for the time being Im going to be home-schooling her.
All is still not rainbows and butterflies, even though this place seems to be very therapeutic for Amelia. She still cannot bear to be alone at night and insists on sleeping in my bed with me. Of course, I could never deny her. For her, Id die if I had to.
I never knew that I had such a strong paternal instinct.
One other thing that I feel I need to note here. This house reminds me an awful lot of a house I lived in a long time ago when my life was boring. Coincidence? It makes me wonder.
-CPO Rhodes
After this point, I'm not sure where to go. There is what the Dragon said about her having a power that he wanted from her, but I'm still not sure what sort it ought to be. One thing I do know is that if I go that route, then it would manifest itself when some dumb kid picks a fight with her on her first day of public school.
Ideas, anyone?
Black Aeronaut Technologies Group, LLC
Aerospace Solutions for the discerning spacer
"To the commissary we should go," Yoda declared firmly. "News
of this kind a danish requires."