EXETERRPG: (16 - 0900) - MS - R&SE Director Ashlyn Williams

[Mark Howard]

Mission: The flames of purity

Day: 16

Stardate: 2445:09:16



( USS Exeter - Sickbay -  R&SE Director Ashlyn Williams - 0900)

The thing was with being generally quiet, largely introverted, was that all
too many people mistook it for being docile.

There was a point, Ashlyn considered delicately as she lay back in the
biobed, largely ignored, because there were actual emergencies, and a
stupid, pampered pregnant civvie with no rank or station was taking up a
bed that the nursing staff had triaged for walking wounded.

Sighing irritably. She slipped off the bed and pulled her boots on.
Straightening  herself up to a posture that she had seen her family do a
few times, although, weirdly, not as often as rumour would suggest, it
usually wasn’t necessary, she left the bay she was *ahem imprisoned in, and
strode toward the door.

It was not a good day for PO2 Masterson.

She was tired, it had been a shift and a half, and now…

“I’m leaving.”

~Ah Cr~

“Ma’am. I…”

To her credit the young girl didn’t flinch, she managed to stare her
straight in the eye.

Ashlyn redoubled her effort and turned the full gaze on her.

“I am leaving.” It wasn’t a threat, or question, more a simple statement of
fact. “I am going to go and speak to my husband.”

“Ma’am. Please.” She tried for a last time.

“Petty Officer. I’m pregnant not bloody incapacitated.” Ash had spent a
long time learning all the ranks, and responsibilities. “I never wanted to
be the one to say this, but ‘do you know who I am?’”

“Your’re the Capt...” Ash cut across her instantly.

“I didn’t ask you who my husband is. I asked you who I am.”

“Ma’am you’re the Director of Recreaaaatioooon...Oooh….”

“Yeah about that. Weird isn’t it how people take a list for granted. A name
here, a full booking there.” Ash turned her full irritated Bracken gaze to
Masterson. “Bi-weekly spin class on stage 13 of the tour-de-france,
holodeck 2 no?”

Mastersons face paled.

“Be a shame if you couldn’t get a slot again?”

“Ma’am. I haven’t seen you.”

“You’re correct you haven’t. I’d hate to have to mention the fact that my
sister is Surgeon General.... I’ll throw in a signed copy of the new
‘Floppy Bunny book, for any littlies in your clan?”

Masterson’s face lit up. “Seriously? That’s all you had to say...my
niece...you understand.”

In reply Ashlyn winked. “I’ll send a birthday message even.”

Seconds later, Ash strode down the corridor and stepped into the turbolift.

“Bridge, thank you.”

Seconds later she stepped out of the lift, and strode across the Bridge,
and stopped at the three chairs in the centre; resting her hand on Ravok’s
shoulder, before asking out loud;

“Where’s my niece?”

“The question was a very very delicate one, but all kids of messages where
hidden behind the subtext of the words that she used. She truly was her
father’s daughter.

Turning to Trip she smiled, glowing gently in her happiness.

“Morning dear, busy day?”

(Reply Trip, any on Bridge)

(Posted by Mark)
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