EXETERRPG: (1 - 0740) FO, Ailynn Bracken/Gabrielle Knight

Sun May 2 15:34:41 UTC 2021

Mission: Lights, Camera….Action?

Day: 1

Stardate: 2446.01.01/2025.06.30

(Toronto, Canada - Gabrielle Knight’s Apartment  - FO Cmdr Ailynn
Bracken/Gabrielle Knight - 0740)

Ailynn slowly pulled herself together, the smells and sounds making their
way to her conscious mind. Beeping of horns, and what sounded like the flap
of canvas in the breeze. Confused, Ailynn rubbed her eyes, and found
something immediately wrong. “The frak?” she said, feeling the smoothness
of her brow, the subdermal ridges that she’d always had, being a
Bajoran/Human hybrid, where no longer there. This discovery scared her
immeasurably, and her heart pounded in her chest.

Her heart.

She clasped her chest, her right arm feeling, with surgical precision the
beating of her heart. Sure enough there it was, where it should be on the
left hand side of her chest. This scared her even more.

Her heart had moved; it should have been on the right.

Panic was taking over, and Ailynn was only discovering more and more
questions. There was a large picture of her on the far wall, probably the
length of her arm high. It was in black and white, beautifully lit, and the
tones of light on her skin brought out her exquisite figure. It was obvious
that she was nude in the picture, though limbs were strategically placed to
cover most things. It was a gorgeous picture of her, but Ailynn knew she’d
never had the body-confidence to do something like that, even during her
wildest times.

Standing up, she moved over to the window, and opened the blinds, to reveal
a view that was simply stunning. Part city skyline, and a view over what
could be a lake. Sailing boats passed by, no doubt the source of some of
the sounds from earlier.

~Answers...I need answers...clothes...I also need clothes.~ She saw some
drawers next to the bed where she’d woken, and after opening them, pulled
out a simple bra and pair of pants, though others in the drawer looked
rather more alluring. Another drawer had contained socks and the like, and
she pulled out a pair of socks that both worried her, and made her smile.
“Exeter Logo socks...Radical.” she said to herself as she carried the
underwear, searching for actual clothes. There didn’t seem to be a wardrobe
in here. Opening one door she found an en-suite bathroom, and thankful of
the water showers back on mars base, and a cursory glance and smell of the
assorted bottles in the large, walk in shower, she placed her underwear on
the side by the stunning green glass sink, and after exploring the drawers
underneath, pulled out a towel, and then stepped into the shower.

Minutes later, and slightly refreshed if still confused, Ailynn dried
herself wrapped the towel around her, and moved out of the bathroom, and
into another room off the bedroom.

“Caity…? Where are you?” she called down the corridor. “You doing me
breakfast? Where are we? This place is gorgeous ‘Tee’ but where are you,
I’m so confused.”

She opened the door and walked in, to be greeted by the largest wardrobe
she had ever seen.

"Oh...my...days….Tee? Who’s place is this? The frak did you do?"

The room was full of clothes rails, drawers shelves. The units themselves
beautifully finished in black wood and chrome.

Clothes of all types hung off the rails, shoes on their own rails, and what
was most confusing, not all the clothes and shoes were cut for a female.
She pulled on her underwear, finding that the fit was perfect, and then
picked a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and pulled those on too. Finally,
after staring at the rail for what seemed like an age, picked a black
t-shirt that had caught her eye. The Exeter logo was on the centre of the
chest. “Nice!” Ailynn said to herself. Whosever wardrobe this was, had
excellent taste.

After getting dressed, and finishing the ensemble off with a narrow black
leather belt and a pair of knee high boots, which worryingly also fitted
perfectly, Ailynn stepped out, and left the bedroom, down a corridor,
peeping into each room as she passed. Another bedroom, with a few more
pictures in, she’d perhaps check those out later. Her body was craving food
and coffee. Another bathroom, similarly bedecked to the en-suite, but
having a large bathtub at one end. On her right, another door, left open,
as she walked in she gasped. “This is insane…” two large monitor screens
sat on a desk, together with a very old fashioned keyboard, mouse and
headset. “Razr? Who can’t spell?” The chair that sat in front of the desk
got her attention immediately. “The f…? That’s my chair from the CSO office
on the Mars base...what’s it doing here?” She was aware that she was
talking to herself, but as she seemed to be alone at the moment, and if she
wasn’t dead then she’d gone mad, so it actually didn’t matter.  The shelves
around the room held similar things, a phaser, which as she picked it up,
was clear was a fake copy, her medical instruments also set in a display,
but those too were obvious fakes, with no power or weight to them. A row of
boxes, with what looked like toys inside, labelled ‘funko pop’ and the word
‘Exeter’ underneath. Each box had a different character, ‘Trip Williams’,
‘Ailynn Bracken’ ‘Erin Cortez’ ‘Kiera Merek’ ‘Ravok Shara’ ‘Gabe Vesper’
'Stan More' 'Heinrich Kruze' 'Paul Sleeford' 'Veronica Corsica' 'Ire
Williams' and so on, for all of her friends and colleagues on the Exeter
manifest. There were others too. ‘Trentin Jost’ ‘Trentin Jost - Wraith’ and
‘Ailynn Bracken - Battlescarred’ she could see that this one was the same
as the other, but was painted to look like clothes were torn and bloodied,
and a tattoo was painted onto the left arm.

~Tattoo~ she turned her arm over, to see that the tattoo that she had grown
used to, on her left inner forearm, had gone, and after peering down her
t-shirt, the one under her right breast had gone too. “TEE! THIS ISN’T
F$@&ING FUNNY ANY MORE.” She screamed out loud, her temper was rising
rapidly. Somebody was pissing about. “COMPUTER END THE F$@&ING PROGRAM.”

Silence.

She looked around more, and saw another picture, an old type photo, of what
looked like all her friends and colleagues stood, side by side, arms about
shoulders. “Star Trek: Exeter Season One Final Day” had been embossed into
the border around the picture, she could see herself and Trip in the centre
next to a few people that she didn’t recognise.

Eager to find something to eat, she left the room, and moved out into an
expansive lounge and kitchen area. It was easily three times the size of
her suite on the Exeter, maybe more, and had the most beautiful expansive
view of the lake. Seeing what looked like a replicator in one of the units,
she opened the door, and shrugged, shutting it again. “Coffee. Hot.”

Nothing.

She looked closer, and saw a button with a cup on it, and smiled. “Old
replicator.” She pressed the cup, and then ‘start’ and the machine happily
hummed for a countdown of 30 seconds, then pinged. Ailynn pulled the door
open to find that nothing had happened. “Rats. Replicator’s f$@&ed.” She’d
been around Ronnie too much. Her potty mouth had rubbed off on her.

It was then that she heard the door open, and a voice called out.

“Gabbie! I’ve got Coffee. Gabs you up yet?”

There was something to the voice...something that pressed a button marked
‘primal fear’ in the oldest part of her brain. Her now left-sided heart
pounded in her chest. The owner of the flat had come back. She had no way
to defend herself other than the kung-fu derivative that she’d learned at
the Academy, and she wasn’t sure she could get her legs up to head height
in these trousers.

She turned toward the door, and then her world fell apart. The last thing
she remembered before blackness was her own, ear-piercing scream.

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