EXETERRPG: (1 - 1517, 1524) aCO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken

[Mark Howard]

Mission: Andromeda's Chain



Day: 1



Stardate: 2446.01.03





(USS Exeter – Deck 7, outside sickbay - aCO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken – 0517)



“Greta, I can’t ask you to do this,” Ailynn replied. Smiling softly, Greta
handed her her phaser and said, "Who's asking? I offered.  Now, and in the
politest way possible,  stay the heck here."





Ailynn sighed, and nodded gently. “Take care.” she said after the young
security officer disappeared round the corner.

As she did, and as Ailynn slowly began to pull her thoughts around her, the
crystal in her neck, installed by Erin how long ago started to vibrate
again. ‘Blue’ it seemed, was still in play. It was an odd sensation, but
not unpleasant, but for the warming that seemed to precede a message.







=/\= ... - .- -.-- / .--. ..- - --..-- / . .-. -. . ... - --- =/\=





And the message replayed twice before stopping.



“Dammit Erin, we are going to need a new code word. It was just once…” She
said out loud to herself, after decoding the message, glad for her learning
morse all those years ago, though the reason for her doing so was long
since lost on her. It did tell her that Erin knew where she was, and she
was on her way. Whether she could trust her friend however, was a different
story.





(USS Exeter -  deck 7- sick bay - aCO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken - 0524)



Moments later, she heard footsteps coming toward her, thinking it was
either Greta returning, or Erinn reaching her she carefully stepped out of
the alcove, to be met with a male Ensign, whose name alluded her for the
moment. He was holding a rifle out in front of him.

The look on his face was just as shocking as her own.



He seemed to ask the first question that came to mind.

" Are.. are you one of them?" He asked nervously.



If Ailynn had one fault above all others, it was she didn’t have much tact
when she was this on edge. “Yes Ensign. I felt that our lives weren’t
bloody stressful enough, so I organised a coup on the ship that I am in
fact already in Command of. Now, it’s been a damned long morning already,
and my patience for all this crap is really wearing thin. Now point that
bloody rifle somewhere else or mark my words you will regret it.”



" Oh thank goodness Sir. " Moxley said quietly. Responding to her sarcasm
and lowering his phaser.



“Thank you Ensign. Now. Report. Forgive me Ensign....?”



" Ensign Moxley  Sir, engineering. We aren't alone. We've been using the
service ducts to move around. I'm heading to the CMO's office to take out
power on deck 8. Lieutenant Hammerfield is down there waiting on me. " he
said quickly as his eyes constantly were on the lookout.



“Excellent work. Where is Janice?”



" She's taking the armory Sir and freeing the captives in the brig. If I
don't disable the primary power she will fail. These guys aren't above
killing to make a point. " Moxley said as sweat poured down his brow.



Ailynn nodded sadly. “I got that feeling. Thank you, take point and move
forward, we’re headed to sickbay ourselves. Lieutenant Smith is just ahead,
she’ll be back in a minute.



(Reply Moxley)

As Moxley answered her and began to move out, Greta came stumbling back
around the corner, her face was deathly pale. As Greta approached them,
she smiled softly as she saw another officer with her. "Oh… we having a
party?"





Ailynn could see instantly that all was not well. “Frak sake Greta I
knew...Prophets…” she swore. Moxley. Help her, get the other arm, support
her.”





Greta blinked slightly, her hearing was a little muffled as they spoke and
she leant against the wall near them. Holding out her hand, which was now
covered with a dark red slick glove, she looked at them both and said, "I
may need a new uniform."





Ailynn ducked under Greta’s other arm, and supported her weight. “Press the
wound ‘G’ we’re just round the corner, there’s a storage room just by the
main entrance, always got a medkit and surgical tools in. You’re in the
best hands.”



(Reply Greta/Moxley)



“Here,” she ushered them into the small room, and bodily lifted Greta onto
the countertop, then ripped open her tunic around the wound. “You do not do
things by halves. Press there. Moxley, that bag, open and tip the contents
where I can reach them, then pass me two of the small tubes, with a cyan
vial, marked 50mg. MOVE IT.”



(Reply Greta/Moxley)



“Shush Greta, I don’t give a damn about the bro code at the moment.”



(Reply Greta/Moxley)



“Thank you Moxley. Relax, I’m an old hand at illegally fixing stab wounds.
Admittedly I’ve not done it since Med School. Now, you're dismissed Moxley.
CMO's office is next door. I would come, but I have to do this.”



(Reply Greta/Moxley/any others appearing)

(Posted by Mark)
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