EXETERRPG: (1 - 0500) aCO Ailynn Bracken

[Mark Howard]

Mission: Andromeda's Chain



Day: 1



Stardate: 2446.01.03







(USS Exeter - Ready room - aCO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken - 0500)



Sighing deeply as she leant on the window frame, once more taking in the
expanse of space as the other two occupants of the room rested, having
finished their refreshments.

Fractured thoughts shot across her mind as she let her consciousness run
unbound, seeking any and all inspiration regarding their situation.



Swiftly she pushed herself away. “Right. Pack your bags kids, we’re
checking out.” She strode over to the desk and pulled open the bottom
drawer, pulling out two phasers, checking the charge on both, she threw one
to each of the others.”



(Reply Fuller, Greta)



“So...you ever see that old movie? Who wants to be Butch? Who gets to be
sundance?” She had a bouncy irrepressible air about her, a buoyancy that
couldn’t be contained. The mutineers out on the Bridge were all playing
silly buggers,  but didn’t know that Ailynn had not only just rolled a six,
but had also slipped a couple of aces into her sleeve for later use.



(Reply Fuller, Greta)



“Relax, they’re not the Bolivian Army, besides, we’re going to leave by the
other exit.” Ailynn grinned innanely, she felt alive, it was ridiculous,
she realised, but it was at moments like these that she felt at her most
alive, most switched on, most capable and dangerous. Striding over she
found the panel that she needed, and tensing her shoulders and push-slid it
revealing an admittedly small cupboard, that contained a ladder.



“Runs down adjacent to a turbolift shaft, connects to the construction
ducts, access all areas baby.” She smiled again. “We need to go down a
ways, it then branches off a bit, but we need to hit sickbay. Answers are
there. Fuller...take point. Greta in the middle keep ‘em peeled, I’ll lock
up and hide our tracks. Move out.”



(Reply Fuller, Greta)



As Mat and Greta started their descent, Ailynn stood in the room’s centre,
a pang of sadness. She hated running, always preferring to stare an
opponent in the eyes. This one however, was different, and she knew it
would take every atom of intellect and will that she possessed to overcome
it. This wasn’t Maxine, this wasn’t even Jost, or the Wraith that had
possessed him, this wasn far far more insidious; and so far all the
information that she had was beginning to point in a direction that she
wasn’t mentally ready to accept.



“Computer. Lock door.”



[acknowledged] the doors locked with a definitive thud.

Moving swiftly she moved to the small access and carefully slid the panel
back, beginning her descent.



“Rear is secure, move out. When we get to sickbay look sharp, the vents run
around, we may be able to access what we need without alerting the whole
deck.”



(Reply Fuller, Greta)

(Posted by Mark)
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