EXETERRPG: (2 - 2344) FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken

[Mark Howard]

Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express



Day: 2



Stardate: 2445.12.02







(USS Exeter – Science Labs – FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken – 2344)



"  Sir, We have a security code yellow in sickbay. "  He said quietly to
her.



Ailynn nodded. “What do you need?” Ailynn was quite fond of Ravok as an
Officer, and indeed, a person. He had the rare talent of not feeling the
need to fill a silence with inane conversation. ‘So...Crazy day huh?’
breaking a silence, breaking the admittedly scattergun train of thought
made her want to exsanguinate someone.



" I can go check it out. While you remain here and watch forensics wrap
this scene up. Your call, but if there is a problem I feel better going
myself and keeping you out of harm's way. "



She shook her head as certain things in the room caught her attention. “No,
you’re right, that’s fine. Sort sickbay out.” She smiled and nodded a
simple dismissal, telling him that she had control of things.



She watched as the forensics team tiptoed around the room taking samples,
readings and slowly painting a picture. Across the room, she saw something
that immediately annoyed her.



“Ensign...We are not in the starlight lounge whisking a meringue.”



The young Ensign clenched his eyes, knowing that he’d been caught out for
sloppy processing. It was said by a large number of people, Ailynn herself
to be fair, that Commander Bracken was a horrible horrible teacher, as much
as she tried to relax, she always found fault, and picked up on every tiny
little thing.



The irony was, of course, that anyone working a shift with her “Bloody well
upped their game”



Ailynn stepped over to the young Ensign, who was using a Tricorder to take
sweeps of the deceased’s ashed remnants. She knelt down and held the
Ensigns hand. He noticed that the Commander’s fingers were long, delicate,
and cool to the touch, but surprisingly immensely strong as she corrected
his grip on the Tricorder sensor.



“Slow...steady...precise movements, you are not painting the shed.”



“Yes Commander. Sorry.”



Commander Bracken’s voice was gentle, but there was a deep seated devotion
to her duty and training that he could see was tempered into her soul.



“Remember it’s still a body, a person’s remains, and deserves the
appropriate veneration. You will neither disrespect it, nor judge it.
That...is not...our...job.”



The Young Ensign never forgot those simple, few words. Sure, The Commander
was indeed, an awful teacher, but her nature, and her reputation for
absolute exactitude forced everyone around her to ‘bring their A-game.’
Even well into his 90s, decades and a world of experience later, he never
looked at a Tricorder without thinking of her, and of meringue. He went to
his grave, considering himself having led a good life, serving. He’d smiled
as he remembered Bracken’s absolute devoted nature, a furious sense of
‘doing things right’, but in that one moment, he’d seen glimpses to the
woman beneath, and saw her for the truly gentle soul that she was.





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