EXETERRPG: (16 - 1002) - MS - FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken

[Mark Howard]

Mission: The Flames of Purity

Day: 16

Stardate: 2445.09.16



(Gamma Quadrant – The Planet, Abandoned Shrine – FO Lt(sg) Ailynn Bracken -
1002)



Ailynn, was getting antsy.



Time was winding its unerring ebb toward finality.



However, this time, finality might actually mean precisely that for a
sizeable number of people. Numbering in the Trillions.



Standing at ease, her conscious, daytime thinking mind was utterly focussed
on her current situation. There was little to nothing that she could do
about this at the moment, so she allowed it as a constant. ~Did you
exchange a walk on part in a war...for a walk on part in a cage?~ an
ancient song lyric crossed her mind obliquely.



Her hindbrain however, was ramping things up, it envisioned a game. It was
perhaps the hardest game ever constructed in the human mind.



Jost and herself were playing chess, a game that both players excelled at.
It was a difficult game to truly master , and in her imagination they were
playing it in three dimensions, across two universes.



Ailynn’s intellect up until a certain point had been stretched to the
limit, the verbal games with Jost, trying to find a way out, failing,
failing again. And then remembering the presence of her tricorder.
Suddenly, the game had changed.



She’d introduced a fourth dimension.



One that her wraith counterpart had no idea about, no true comprehension
of. Sure, the machine in front of her was literally built around it, but a
child knew what a sweetshop was, but had no idea what damage it may do.



Suddenly, a tingle-spasm down her right leg made her grunt, involuntarily.



Covering it, she stretched and made the same noise, sounding bored.



The tingle however, had signified something, her last few pieces were now
on the board, or rather one of the boards.



One that didn’t exist yet.



Ailynn closed her eyes as she relaxed, the feeling that she was the centre
of happenstance flowing around her. She wouldn’t be so grandiose to say
that she was instrument’s fate, that she was Lachesis, a judgement to all.
But even decades later, she looked on this pivotal moment in her life, and
had no better words than she possessed that day.



She considered her mental chessboards.



~mate in three~



She smiled, a cold, hard smile, the smile that you never want to see in an
opponent.



~I’m going to win.~



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