EXETERRPG: (1 - 0449) aCO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken

[Mark Howard]

Mission: Andromeda's Chain



Day: 1



Stardate: 2446.01.03







(USS Exeter - Ready room - aCO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken - 0449)





Handing her the plate and glass, Greta looked at her,  "First thoughts is
how did she do this? So many and so quickly?"





“That’s the big question, although many follow as a result of that. “Ailynn
nodded after passing the medical tricorder over Greta’s plate. “Keep going,
rank is not an issue here.” She said, honestly meaning it.





"I know. Second thought, if the ship has been taken, what about the shuttle
crafts…." She left the rest unsaid, knowing after the trial and what she
had said to the Commander, she would know what she was meaning.





“It’s on my mind, believe me. Food’s good to go. ‘G’ Eat up, rest.” She
motioned to the couch. “Both of you are herewith ordered to speak freely.
My name is Ailynn, it’s one less syllable than ‘Commander.’



(Reply Fuller?)





"Thankyou Ma'am. " She replied, taking back the plate and cup,





"The only other thought I have is how do we solve this? I mean how far does
her control go? Could she order someone to hurt or kill someone they care
for? How does the control work? If she is out of the equation, does it
stop?" Greta stopped talking, realizing what she had said and silently,
recriminating herself for thinking such a thought.





“Belay that last thought Greta, lets not go there quite yet.” Ailynn spoke
gently. “Matt. Any thoughts? Feel free to speak your mind.” She smiled
gently. “Look, both of you...I get it...It’s weird, your Commander throwing
all that aside yeah?”



(Reply Fuller)

“I grew up amongst serious rank. My mother and grandmother were for years
denied a flag rank promotion, that they had multiple times over earned.
Time told why…” Ailynn’s voice fell. “It was the result of that, sycophants
clinging onto ill-gained power that the Federation fell into decay, they
sat on their laurels, they were Nero...Fiddling whilst Rome burned…? So
you’ll forgive me if I have a lackadaisical attitude to rank. I’ve met too
many Admirals who didn’t deserve obsiquesance, but demanded it. My name is
Ailynn. ‘A’...Whatever. If you are struggling with that…”Doc’ will stand,
takes no time to say.”



(Reply Greta, Fuller)



“Greta you’re right. There was so much wrong, the movement was far too
fluid, orders, obviously given but not heard, beyond all that
however….something that should be obvious.”



(Reply Greta, Fuller)



“Character….” Ailynn sighed, shaking her head at the offered water. “Billy
I’ve known all his life, that wasn’t him, he’d never stare me down, the
Fleet is in his blood, he’d never do what he has. “My Brother...irascible
and outwardly grumpy as he is, would never do what he did earlier. For you
information, it’s true, Ronnie is my cousin. That is all I’ll say. However,
Gabe, as much he can be an utter Drulaochs petang, would never betray his
medical vow, betray a patients secret, and would never never put himself in
a position that he’d pissed off me, Trip, and indeed Ronnie. That’s just
not him.



(Reply Greta Fuller)



“I need to get to sickbay. I need to examine Gabe.”



(Reply  Greta Fuller)



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