<div dir="ltr"><span id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-645286ca-7fff-8397-1782-b0d6e611b001"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Georgia;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Georgia;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Day:03</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Georgia;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Stardate: 2445.12.03</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Georgia;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(USS Exeter – FO’s Office - FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken and former FFO Adm Emmi Greene(Retd) - 0820)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Ailynn sipped her coffee, the cup annoying her. She wasn’t a ‘cup’ person, but it seemed that whoever on the last vestiges of the night shift that laid her desk out, saw fit to put a cup on her desk.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">The cup had bunnies on it.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">~What kind of psychopath put’s bunnies on cups? Bunnies are for Pyjamas, not cups. I’m surrounded by imbecelles.~</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">She sipped the admittedly rather fabulous coffee out of Peter Rabbit, and thoughts began to settle themselves in her mind. There were people who truly understood her, her mum had tried, Dale too, but she had eclipsed both of them. There was one person who she had always been able to turn to, that she always felt could understand the torture of her own intellect.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“Computer…” she sighed. “Connect contact number 1, secure, Command authorisation Bracken-iota-kappa-six”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">The seconds seemed like years, eventually, a ladies face appeared onscreen, the only face that had ever truly understood her.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Earth - England - Greene Family Estate)</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Her fingers moving slower than she wanted and than they used to Emmi had accepted the secure Comms and opened the channel, she smiled at the young woman in red looking back at her, as time went on Emmi saw two very important people in her life defined in this woman's features; but a fierceness that only Ailynn had.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“Morning ‘G’.” She sighed and regarded the older lady, “I have had a day like only you would believe.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Chuckling Emmi saw the mug but decided not to comment, just yet. "Well look at you, what's wrong?" </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Ailynn looked into the eyes of her father’s mother, a very highly respected Admiral in her time, still was come to that, albeit retired a while now. “Just a courtessssy...calll?” she ventured.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"Now you don't call me up in the middle of the evening on Earth and pretend nothings up, those three pips might stop your crew from getting in but it won't stop me. The truth, I'm not Aimee you can talk to me."</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Ailynn sighed, Emmi always could just walk through the armour she she’d put up, knew exactly where all the chinks in it were. “Bad day Grannie. Only had a couple of hours sleep since yesterday...sometime”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"That explains the mug" she sighed, a concern grew in the back of Emmi's mind right away, stress and lack of sleep were never a good mixture. "Go on…."</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“I can’t say much yet, I’ll fill you in when our report has been filed. Five deaths, hostages taken and tortured. I had to lead a team on a very risky beam in to one of our holodecks; and I feel like I failed them.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Emmi laughed hard "I was signing confidential reports before you were walking, it's very odd for an Admiral to be told no, you've got Dales backbone child." </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Emmi gave her warm smile "and what's made you feel you've failed your crew?" </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Ailynn sighed. “Honestly I don’t know...It just feels like I wasn’t enough, wasn’t quick enough, didn’t try hard enough. Like I’m too stupid...you know? And I know that that isn’t true...”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"Well, if you feel it's true, who are we to argue" Emmi had always been a hands on Doctor, even when she moved to command she kept the personal approach, her years of training had always amounted to one thing, don't outright disagree; allow the patient to change their own mind. </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“I know. I faced down a Bajoran cultist possessed by a Pah Wraith for crying out loud. It’s just...I’m just reacting badly to failure I suppose.” Alynn sighed.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"I would think your service record says otherwise, First officer at such a young age, it's different from my day yes, but it's stands for something." Emmi looked deep into the screen, times like this she urged to be at her only Granddaughters side, she loved her more than Ailynn could ever know; she always saw her only Son.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“You knew mum when she was about my age...was she ever as neurotic as I am?” Ailynn asked gently. She utterly idolised her gran, they’d always just..got each other.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Emmi laughed hard, it was always the same with the Brackens. "What is your obsession with looking backwards? Leave that to the old and nearly dead; of which you are neither. Aimee is one of a kind with a complex and frankly disturbing past" </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Emmi pointed to the screen "don't you ever tell her I said that by the way, but her past is not your past, her issues are not yours and her grief isn't on your shoulders. You need to stop comparing yourself to the successes and failures of your mother, you're not Aimee Bracken."</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“I know, it’s just that…” Ailynn began, the catharticism of  opening up to her oldest confidante was gently seeping into her soul. </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"And don't argue with me young lady, unless you want an old style Grannie sat on your bridge. Now the truth, what's really going on?"</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Ailynn sighed, and grunted. “You’re an infuriating old woman d’you know that?” she said with a playful smile on her face. Sighing once more, she regarded the woman on the screen, wishing that she could be sitting next to her, with a cup of that fragrant tea that she always gave her, a recipe that she had tried for years to replicate, but the replicated versions tasted like dishwater. They’d sat, countless times in Emmi’s garden, on the small two seater swing overlooking the aromatic wonder of her herb garden.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“The present I can compete with, and be the best, the past I can overcome, learn from it’s failure and temper myself against; the future...Uncertain the future is.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"Despite what I've said, our future is dependent on us learning the lessons from our pasts, but it is your past, present and future; your path to walk alone" Emmi sighed, not out of frustration, she enjoyed the family conversations, but this was a conversation that every command officer that served with her and every cadet had had with her. "What's brought this on?" </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“I dunno, I guess I’m being wistful, reflective, end of the mission stuff. Looking forward…”She sighed. “I told you about Caity? My Girlfriend?” She sighed as she sipped at the coffee. </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Emmi looked at the glint in her Granddaughters eye "not yet, but go on"</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“Grannie, you understand my job, it’s so stupidly dangerous no sane person would think of it. It’s my job to lead a team of people into situations that could, would, and very well may get us all killed, I’m supposed to be the one with the answers, but here’s the thing…”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"Fear?" Emmi interrupted, not trying to be harsh but more instinct.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“You know me far too fracking well,” she emoted. “Yes Grannie, I’m scared; I’m scared of the future. I’m scared that if I commit to a relationship, and I mean properly commit, that she’ll get that call, you know? The one that begins ‘Miss DuBois’ and ends ‘she was brave.’”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Emmi took a moment and ran a few conversations through her head. She covered the silence with a sip, she looked down at the cup, at the chip that was in it. A memory came back of Mil at nine handing her and Nicolea matching cups, flashforward to him storming her bridge when he defected. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">She looked back at the screen </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"Your father made me this mug, I've cherished it for well over 50 years, it's been with me through more commands than I need or want to remember. I've fixed it so many times when it's chipped, I've put so much effort into nurturing it, protecting it so I can enjoy it more; it's no use to anyone but me but I love it. It makes me happy to hold it, it's mine. If something is worth the effort, it makes you warm and unexplainably fuzzy inside take the jump."</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“And the sacrifice? The danger? The very real fact that I could be dead...tomorrow?” Ailynn’s voice was quiet, gentle, and genuinely questioning.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"That call? That's her choice not yours." </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Ailynn smiled warmly, “She said pretty much the same thing. Said it was worth the danger. Seems like you two might get on well. She’s kind, gentle, clever, and she grounds me.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"She sounds wise beyond her years" Emmi smiled again, glad that after a tempestuous start Ailynn had found someone.</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"><br><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“Does it ever go away? The feeling that you want to see what’s over the next hill I mean.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Pondering the question fully Emmi thought about telling her of all the conversions she had with Captains in her fleet, how a previous powerful officer once sat in her office terrified because she had lost her crew, how a young Doctor spent all night on her couch. ~youve given her the speech about focusing on the future, enough advice, let her work it out.~</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Emmi smiled "if it did, you wouldn't be out there rebuilding the Federation and from what I read, you're doing a great job." </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Smiling gently, Ailynn nodded. Emma had always known how to cheer her up. "I suppose there aren't many girls in their late 20s who have become the best neurosurgeon in the field, rebuilt a hospital, and become First Officer on one of the Fleets newest and most advanced starships. It's not bad going."</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"You've got good genes" Emmi winked and laughed, the women in their families had always been high achievers.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">She sighed. "I've been so rude how are you Grannie?"</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"Oh you really want to hear about how I've been tending the garden, keeping up with the Joneses. Im envious, one last fling amongst the stars would be nice. I'm planning a trip to the Gamma Quadrant, review some of the settlements for Starfleet, not the same as running a fleet but keeps the grey matter going keeps the dust off the old noggen" Emmi laughed again </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">She looked at the screen and into Ailynns eyes "how's my grandson?" </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“He’s...He’s good, a little of the gruff side, doesn’t suffer fools any, but…” she smiled. “He’s got a kind heart under there. He’s seeing a horribly gorgeous Flight Officer called Ronnie, she used to work with Dale, baffles me how they connect, but opposites attract and all that.” She winked playfully.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"Hmm" Emmi had asked more out of pleasantries than anything else. The stain that was Gaberal Vespers had plagued her family for long enough, she had never forgiven that Woman for what she had done, Aimee and Mil had a future and now the memory of her only child was marred by a bastard child. </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“I need to spend some time with him actually, I’ve been such a bad sister. Although to be fair, in my defense he’s been in iso for a while. A kind of flu of all things.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"I'm sure if he needed to return to earth for recuperation it could be arranged. Be careful there Ailynn, you have your own troubles to keep at bay, don't take his too." </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Ailynn’s annoyance flashed. “Don’t worry, I’m not taking on anyone’s troubles, also however I’m not tarring someone with somebody else’s issues.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Emmi held her hand up "peace...I come from another time and place, my memories are not mine to transfer to you. This whole family is just so complicated. He's your half brother of course you're going to care for him, just please, there is a lot you don't know about it all, about him, promise me you'll put yourself first." </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Emmi hoped her face was saying enough to send the message to Ailynn, deep down she loved them both but Gabe had caused so much hurt growing she struggled to forgive.</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Ailynn regarded her gran and simply nodded, and a world of unasked questions and unspoken answers swam between them. “I’m sorry to be snappy. Love you grannie, I’ll be careful. Speak soon, Bracken out.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Reply none)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Posted by Mat H and Mark)</span></p></span><br class="gmail-Apple-interchange-newline"></div>