EXETERNRPG: EXETERRPG: (1 - 0030) FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken and Caity DuBois

[Mark Howard]

Sorry. Didn't edit footers.

I can repost?

On Sun, 1 Aug 2021, 18:44 Jaclyn Smith via exeter-nrpg, <
exeter-nrpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote:

> And me!
>
> On Sun, 1 Aug 2021, 18:42 Mark Howard via exeter-rpg, <
> exeter-rpg at startrekfreedom.com> wrote:
>
>> Nrpg. Watch timings of replies to this. Ailynn is awake early and is up
>> and about for a bit, so timings of replies should be after Will's Ronnie
>> post
>>
>>
>> Mission: Andromeda's Chain
>>
>> Day: 1
>>
>> Stardate: 2446.01.03
>>
>> (USS Exeter - Bracken’s Private Quarters - FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken and
>> Caity DuBois - 0030)
>>
>>
>>
>> Ailynn drifted awake as Caity’s slumbering form removed the arm that had
>> been draped across her torso.  Allowing herself a few moments to let her
>> brain get it’s bearings, and her thoughts recentre themselves, she began to
>> process everything that had happened.
>>
>> Smiling happily as she watched her girlfriend wake up, she spoke softly.
>> “We’re back baby. Back on the Exeter.”
>>
>> She slipped out of bed, somewhat regretfully, and after her morning
>> ablutions, pulled on a robe and moved through to the study, where she
>> tapped the terminal and turned away to order a coffee.
>>
>>
>>
>> Caity opened her eyes slowly. The memories of what she had done, what she
>> had seen and what she had let slip to Ravok came flooding back.
>>
>>
>>
>> Not looking at Ailynn, she turned over and tried to close her eyes again
>> only to see the woman she had just woken up with lying dead on the floor of
>> a chamber.
>>
>>
>>
>> What Ailynn should have seen was her daily list, meetings, reports
>> messages from Command, and the like. However, that wasn’t what she saw.
>>
>> There was nothing. Oh sure, there were her dailies; standard system
>> generated messages, reminders etc but nothing else.
>>
>>
>>
>> “Computer. State location of USS Exeter.”
>>
>> [unable to comply.]
>>
>> “Computer. Stardate.”
>>
>> [unable to comply.]
>>
>> “Shit…” She said brusquely. “Computer, reconnect and calibrate to
>> subspace network.”
>>
>> [unable to comply. No subspace network available]
>>
>> “AH COME ON! YOU CAN NOT 404 THE SUBSPACE NETWORK. COMPUTER!  RED ALERT!"
>>
>> [Acknowledged]
>>
>> As the klaxon began sounding, there was a tingling, deep at the back of
>> her mind, a feeling of unease that wouldn’t go away.
>>
>> “Computer. Estimate location based on observable stellar phenomena.”
>>
>>
>>
>> [Unable to comply. No recognisable phenomena in scan range.]
>>
>>
>>
>> “Oh Frak.” She strode through to the bedroom, pulling off the robe, and
>> pulling on her underwear and uniform. “I’ve got to go to work baby. There’s
>> something badly wrong, We’ll catch up as soon as I can.” She leaned over
>> and kissed Caity gently, before attaching her rank pips and communicator
>> onto her uniform. She looked toward Caity, who was still waking up.
>>
>>
>>
>> “We're back but not moving. I need to get going. Something is badly
>> wrong."
>>
>>
>>
>> "I understand. " She replied flatly, not wanting to say anything about
>> the trial. Not yet anyway.
>>
>>
>>
>> Ailynn’s blood ran cold, she remembered her trial, and immediately
>> thought the worst, the blood ran from her face. She looked across at Caity,
>> and shook her head gently. “Baby I’ve got to…” she sighed, a number of
>> thoughts crossing her mind, she hadn’t asked how Caity was, and  hadn’t the
>> time now to ask, to find out if she’d been through any kind of trauma, that
>> would have to come later, she needed to lean on her now though, depend on
>> her. “Baby I need you to stay here, I've no idea...” Ailynn’s thoughts were
>> a whirlpool of confusion, but she knew Caity understood her.
>>
>>
>>
>> "Go. I might go back to mine. I need to see… you go. I'll find you."
>>
>>
>>
>> Ailynn half smiled, then turned and left the bedroom, hitting her
>> combadge once again.
>>
>> "This is commander Bracken. All hands report to emergency stations. All
>> Department heads to the conference room immediately. This is not a drill.
>> All civilian staff shelter in your quarters. This is not a drill."
>>
>> Ailynn picked up her coffee and drained the remnants as she left her
>> suite, handing the empty cup to a passing Ensign, who hadn’t been precisely
>> looking where he was going, and found himself holding a mug that he didn’t
>> remember picking up.
>>
>>
>>
>> (Reply All)
>>
>> (Posted by Mark)
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