EXETERRPG: (1 - 1410) SF MedObs Cmdr Ailynn Bracken

[Mark Howard]

Mission: Space was cool before it mattered

Day: 1

Stardate: 2446.04.25



(USS Exeter - Medical Sciences Lab - SF MedObs Cmdr Ailynn Bracken - 1410)





 "I see it as a collaboration of thought," Dural smiled, knowing she meant
well. "It's difficult throwing off the shackles, yokes or crowns of former
identities. I had a similar issue when I went back to Cardassia on
sabbatical, after I had graduated from the academy. I found myself falling
back into the same routine I had eight years prior, the orphan they
allowed into
military service. I had to cast those shackles aside, show them who I was
now. The Doctor and Starfleet Officer."



“I can imagine, that must have been a difficult transition for you.”



"I wore shackles and gladly cast them aside, though you're used to wearing
the crown of being in charge, especially in this setting, these people. It
can be hard to put down." Dural said.



“Especially for a bossy cow like I can be, yeah, I know.” Ailynn said, all
too self-aware. “I do miss it in part, it’s the kind of thing that doesn’t
leave you, that being in charge I mean.”



"If I understand the rules right, you can be again. We both know Captain
Williams would take you back in a heartbeat, but that's not what you are
now. You're here to oversee a project that could have ramifications for
hundreds of worlds, literally hundreds of billions of sentient beings. Be
that Doctor Bracken."



Nodding gently she took the advice. “No pressure then eh?” she said
somewhat whimsically, covering the weight of things with her natural humour.



"If it needs to be said, my ego is not bruised from taking advice from
Starfleet's designated Medical Observer." Dural finished with a smile.



“Prophets, don’t you start. I’m still just ‘Ailynn’ I’m only wearing a
fancy title because mum got sick of me knocking things over in her office.”
It wasn’t precisely a fib, three vases in as many days was a record it
seemed. Since then the Fleet Surgeon General’s staff were instructed to not
use anything breakable or valuable in any way.



"It is good to see an old friend." Dural turned to the nearby station, but
continued to speak. " If you have some time I should show you the painting
I got from Sytuk." Dural said, bringing up the files Ailynn was talking
about earlier.



“Sytuk? Painting?”



"That surprises you?" Dural chuckled, "he's quite an avid artist actually."



“Only in part, now I stop to think about it.” She admitted. Her feelings
toward the Reman were incalculably profound. She held him in the highest
conceivable esteem, as did Ashlyn, who’s opinion Ailynn would always defer
to in any regard. “I’d like that,” She said simply. “



(reply Dural)



“It’s good to be back, I’m not keen on HQ, too many people trying to tell
me how important they are, when I ask them what it is they actually do, and
what have they contributed to the Fleet this week they always just blush
and look at me weird. PLace is full of incompetents.” She felt safe saying
it to Dural, she’d never hidden her disdain toward the officers who manned
desks and went to meetings.



(Reply Dural)

(Posted by Mark)
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