EXETERRPG: (1 - 0330) physio Lt(jg) Cerise Blake

[Mark Howard]

Mission: Andromeda's Chain

Day: 1

Stardate: 2446.01.03



(USS Exeter – Personal Quarters – Physiotherapist Lt(jg) Cerise Blake –
0330)



Red Alert had dropped to yellow, to the obvious relief of everyone. Cerise
had traded smiles and greetings, and then returned to her quarters,
deciding to grab a quick breakfast, shower and change into her habitual
leggings and leotard, the gymnasium variant of the uniform.

She’d heard Ailynn’s communique, and knew better than most the pain that
her voice had carried, Ailynn had her strengths, sure, but her true power
lay in a traditional advisor role, a trusted lieutenant, the voice behind
throne, whispering.

Obviously that wasn’t to say that Ailynn couldn’t command, she could,
Cerise had watched Ailynn from afar, working a crowd of people somewhat
akin to a spiders’ web of information, she knew how to run a system.

Stepping out of her quarters, she saw a roving security couplet pass by,
there was something about their demeanour that just rang wrong in her mind,
stepping past them he felt her body shiver, feeling their eyes rove over
her. Somehow knowing that she had scant seconds, out of sight of them she
carefully removed her commbadge and dropping it down her top, turned
around, moving back to her quarters motioning at her breast. “What do you
think...I’d forget my head if it wasn’t welded. No commbadge.”



She turned again, and stepped back into her quarters, the doors shutting
behind her. Some things came clear to her, others needed working out.
Knowing that her time was limited, she grabbed a few things, and a small
backpack. Lastly, as an afterthought, she pulled out her lingerie drawer,
and wishing briefly she was about to pull out something far more enticing
or entertaining, pulled out a small, though hefty duralumin wrench,
slipping that into the backpack too. She then looked at her room, seeing a
flow of movement that she could take to flow up to the vent above her
lockers.

With a lithe, sinuously trained and catlike leap, using every muscle that
had once been trained to it’s absolute peak of human performance, reaching
out and pulled herself to the Jeffrie’s tube access, escaping quietly,
grabbing hold of the ledge, and then slinking away with a dancers grace



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