Time Marches On

My first thought was to prepare Mallory for the new addition to our family. Once she had aired her concerns, together we informed the duals.

I do not believe they understood at first the gravity of the situation. They believed that perhaps their Mater would be having the child.

Then I saw the look of amazement settle on their faces and knew that they, at last, understood.

In spite of the upcoming event, our lives remained unchanged. My Mallory of the infinite patience continued to set an admirable example to our children.

Although M Alor did have a meeting with a counselor at the educational facility due to some images in her artistic instructional sessions, she quickly adapted as well. Perhaps her quest for knowledge overruled her desire for an "ordinary" homelife.

There was a physical change with me as well.

I was able to convince the medical facility where I was employed that I had been the unfortunate victim of a gastric "bug." They placed me on an extended leave of absence rather than accept the possibility that something else had occurred.

A Third Child

Then the day arrived I had dreaded. I was suddenly grasped in the throws of pains never meant to be experienced by man. The duals were at their educational facility and my Mallory of the high pain threshold was at work.

Alone.

I was alone.

And then I was not. Alone I welcomed my youngest progeny into the world.

My Mallory of great understanding and I had conversed numerous times regarding the moniker a female offspring should carry.

A male child would carry the beginning of my name then a portion of a maters name as well. Since a female child would have no true mater unit it was decided that she would bear the combined names of my parents. B for my mater unit and Sahl for my mater's mater.

B Sahl seemed pleased with her name.

Soon after returning to work I was awarded the position for which I had studied and sought since my first day on The Land. I am now Chief of Staff for the medical facility.

controller's note: This was his LTW so T Sah is now Perma Plat

Another Infant Transition

I was very pleased to be available for B Sahl's transition confection celebration. My Mallory of the golden hair allowed me the opportunity to aid our daughter in her transition.

B Sahl appears to have her sisters predilection for vibrant colors.

The duals and my Mallory of the golden hair were excited as well at the transition of the youngest A'Lien.

To share in the enjoyment of the festivities M Alor and T Lar immediately began a contest of red hands.

A Day in the Life

I am exceedingly aware of all that I missed with the childhood of M Alor and T Lar. Now that I am no longer required to work such hectic hours I have time to do the very things I missed out on with the duals.

I was unaware of how enjoyable it is to share the simple pleasure of reading to a child.

I have been enjoying my time with the family to such a degree that I was surprised to discover it was time for my own transition. The thought of retirement is always on my mind yet I wish to remain employed until T Lar graduates from the new university.

I continue to make myself available for any special training required. In addition, I have endeavored to capture as many images as possible for my journals.

Each image portrayal also serves to remind me of the images I did not capture before.

Perhaps I will be able to atone by being a better grandfather than father.

Lest you believe I have become maudlin in my ever-increasing years, I would like to end this session with some positive news.

Changes

My Mallory of the wavy hair is still able to overcome my senses. I frequently find myself succumbing to the urge to wrap her in my arms and hold her to me.

As their reactions show, their parental units in a passionate embrace is not an unusual occurrence.

As I age, I find myself contemplating what might have been. How my life would have been had I not landed on this planet. The ripples of time, ever expanding, ever encompassing.

I have been extremely fortunate in my accidents as well as in my plans.

If you remember my original domicile, you can see that there has been many upgrades to our home.

Yes, I wrote that correctly.

Due to my Mallory and the three children what was once merely a domicile is now a home.

The Arrival

Greetings.

I believe that the customary action on my part would be to introduce myself to you and to explain the cause of my arrival.

Therefore, I shall attempt to enlighten you. I am known as T Sah A'Lien, 3rd Pod, 18th designation, inductee #54879. I am....

Please accept my apologies. That is, I am sure, more than you really wanted to know.

It is rather obvious how I arrived on this planet. The why however, not so much so.

I was on my fifth intersteller mission mapping a previously uncharted section of Domtrant 429.8 when I began to suspect my console was not displaying accurate readings. As this was my first solo mission, I had to rely upon only myself for repairs and corrections. I wonder now if this was the cause of my downfall.

I was able to find a relatively unpopulated section of this planet to make my landing. Until I discover the local name for this planet, I shall refer to it as The Land.

Fortunately, while the craft is most assuredly destroyed, there was still enough power in the recreators to manufacture building materials and a few select items I deemed necessary for my survival.

This is, however all I could safely recreate while still leaving the ship enough power to continue broadcasting the homing beacon I activated just before landing.

While policing all I could from the surrounding area to endeavor to keep the crash site contained, I made a disheartening discovery. My flight was sabotaged. I found a foreign matter in the console itself that would indicate I was victim of a deliberate contamination. The precious material has been placed for safe keeping in an enclosed case at the cornerstone of this building.

Because it will be several centuries before my beacon reaches my homespace and a rescue mission can be arranged, I realize that I will be on this new planet for my remaining days.

From scans made of this planet I know that it is inhabited by beings similar in size and stature to my own. I will attempt to cohabitate with these beings and, if possible, mate with one to ensure the continuance of my particular biology. Perhaps I shall have an heir still existing in this domicile when my race returns to redeem my craft. That heir will then be able to produce the proof of the sabotage and clear my, and thereby their own, name.

I have managed to obtain employment with a nearby medical facility. Due to the extensive training I received on my many missions I believe that I will be able to obtain the position of "Chief of Staff" at this facility.

Now that I am receiving monetary compensation for my actions my next goal is to find a mate worthy of being Mater to my heirs.

The Search

My quest for the appropriate mate led me to encounter various female versions of the dominate species of The Land. Some were quite pleasing to the eye yet were focused more on financial gains than progeny.

Some were very pleasing to the eye yet had other traits I thought were counter indicating to a parental unit. Such as the stranger who joined my contemplative time at the gym. Sans bathing attire.


And then there was Mallory of the headdress. After many ritualistic activities I declared my affection for her to discover that the affection was reciprocated.

Therefore, I proposed a mutual joining (or marriage) and found she was in agreement with the sentiment.

The Family Unit

Due to Mallory of the headdress's financial prudence we were able to have walls built and colors added to said walls. In addition, we now have a soft material adhered to the floors to comfort our feet as we traverse the rooms.

To celebrate the enhancement of our domicile, we performed a mutual joining or marriage ceremony. The ritualistic activity we performed after said ceremony was a new experience for me. Fortunately, our species are similar enough that we were each able to derive pleasure from the actions.

I soon discovered that there was an added benefit to the numerous activities we enjoyed together. On this planet potential parental units do not visit fertility facilities for membrane withdrawal, cohesion and pod implantation.

With her ever-expanding waistline, Mallory of the headdress informed me that our family would soon be expanding as well. Another difference between our worlds was soon to make itself apparent.


Dual births!
My Mallory soon presented us with not one child but two. This is not an occurrence on my planet. This image portrayal is of my Mallory with our firstborn, M Alor.

Next, my Mallory presented us with our second born, T Lar.

I quickly discovered the schedule I had devised for our impending offspring would not have the value of the paper on which it was drawn. I am exceedingly glad that they have joined our lives yet I am continually being interrupted by their sounds and other bodily emissions.

The Infants Age

It shames me to admit I was absent during much of the early years for our offspring. As I continued my path to my goal of Chief of Staff, my Mallory was primarily responsible for both children. Including their celebratory transitions into toddlerhood.


As firstborn, it was appropriate the first transition be M Alor's.

T Lar was the next to be brought to the transition confection.

Ahhh. I was glad to find when I returned home that one of our children had maintained the physical traits of my people. For this reason, T Lar was to be the heir to the secrets that must be maintained throughout future generations.

It is my fervent desire that as many of my traits be passed through the generations as possible. Perhaps said continuation will allow my descendant the option of returning to my home planet when the rescue ship arrives.

The Cat's in the Cradle

Once again I was absent for much of the dual... I mean twins, forming years. Before I fully recognized the passing of time they had celebrated with yet another transition confection and were ready to begin their official training through the government-based educational facility.

The night proceeding their training we sat together as a family unit and partook of the meal my Mallory of the curly hair prepared.


T Lar was eager to begin his official training and hurriedly egressed the domicile. T Lar appears to have only two speed settings, full thrusters or full stop. The latter setting is only apparent when he sleeps.
T Lar A'Lien
Gemini
Sloppy/Neat 6
Shy/Outgoing 7
Lazy/Active 10
Serious/Playful 5
Grouchy/Nice 3

M Alor approached the large yellow vehicle at a more staid pace. She is an interesting dichotomy of temperament. While not as active as her brother, she is kinder to those around her than he.
M Alor A'Lien
Pisces
Sloppy/Neat 6
Shy/Outgoing 5
Lazy/Active 7
Serious/Playful 2
Grouchy/Nice 8

My Mallory of the curly hair has insisted that an image portrayal of myself be added to this journal.

T Sah A'Lien
Scorpio - Knowledge
Medical/Medical Researcher
Sloppy/Neat 6
Shy/Outgoing 5
Lazy/Active 8
Serious/Playful 3
Grouchy/Nice 3

Mallory A'Lien
Scorpio - Fortune
Business/Vice President
Sloppy/Neat 6
Shy/Outgoing 5
Lazy/Active 8
Serious/Playful 3
Grouchy/Nice 3

And the Silver Spoon

Time appears to have progressed at an ever-increasing pace. I have encountered a strange blending of gray in my normally black hair. Yet my Mallory of the curly hair is still as young and beautiful as when I first encountered her.

The twins have aged and are now teenagers. I have discovered that on this planet this is a "big deal" as M Alor says.

We are still sitting down as a family unit for evening meals as frequently as possible. According to my Mallory of great beauty, this is also a "big deal."


M Alor has transitioned into a lovely young person. She has begun to artificially enhance the color of her hair and admit to finding it quite striking.
She has a lifelong desire to obtain all knowledge available in the known realms.


T Lar is still an active individual. What for his sister is a simple walk to the large yellow transport becomes a race for him.

In addition, he has informed me that his desire is to take over as Chief of Staff when I retire from the hospital. Although I must confess that his reasons are not as altruistic as I would like. His interest is for monatary gains.

My Mallory of the curly hair has finally convinced me to expand my clothing choices. She had grown tired of watching me patch my traveling suit so she traveled to the nearest shopping facility and purchased new wearable wares for me.