EXETERRPG: (2 - 2119) FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken

[Mark Howard]

Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express

Day: 2

Stardate: 2445.12.02



(USS Exeter - Acoustics lab - FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken - 2119



“I would like to go through the raw file first. Just in case we get some
bias by listening to the clean up one.”



“Sure.” Ailynn said, putting on her headphones and tapped a quick
combination on the terminal, playing the raw, uncleaned file. It was
distracting listening to a jumble of words constructed into a sound file,
rather than a complete sentence, but infuriating though it was, operational
security was everything.



As the sound played, Ire closed his eyes and perhaps concentrating in the
moment perhaps shutting out visual distraction. Saying nothing, Ailynn
listened herself, the silence between them being broken a moment or two
later.

“Okay can I listen to the cleaned up one.”



Nodding, Ailynn switched files, and ran the version that the computers
software had cleaned up. How’s that?”



“There is something, but I can’t put my finger on it.”



He gave a sigh as he looked over at Bracken.



“Do you mind if I run in through my data port?”



Ailynn paused, “a tentative yes, so long as you run the process past me?
What does it do?” SHe knew the basics from when she was the CMO, but she
hadn’t been responsible for Ire for very long before becoming Command.



“When I fly, I jack into the fighter and all its external sensor data as
well as the fighters internal information gets passed into my brain. I can
process all the information and separate it out so that I can priorities it
into what is urgent and what is not.”



He paused for a moment.



“I might be able to get something that the computer cannot?”



“In that case sure, go ahead. I can’t help feeling that there’s something.
You’re right. I can hear it too. It’s almost like...I’m not sure, there’s a
signature to it that I can’t place.”



(Reply Ire)

She paused while Ire sorted himself out and then he ran the files through
his dataport. “Anything?”



(Reply Ire)



“Dammit! Anything...something...nothing. This is ridiculous.” She snapped
at him. Even as she did she knew that it was the tiredness that was cutting
across her temper and her mood. She was utterly utterly exhausted. She'd
told Trip that she was used to this level of tiredness, but in truth that
had been a lie, she suspected that he knew, but she'd been younger, and
even then it had forced her onto a path that had been so self destructive.
She covered her eyes and rubbed her temples.

(Reply Ire)

(Posted by Robbie)
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