EXETERRPG: (2, 0203) CO, Captain Trip Williams

[Will Banowsky]

Mission: Space was cool before it mattered

Day: 1

Stardate: 2446.04.25



(USS Exeter - Personal Quarters - CO, Captain Trip Williams-0203)

“Trip, Trip, calm down, it’s okay.” Ash spoke gently, leaning over and
grabbing a small towel from her pile of workout clothes that she habitually
left near her side of the bed. “Here,” She wiped his back and handed him
the towel for his face.

"Thanks," he said, wiping the sweat from his face. "I just...that
one....stung." Trip was used to having very intense dreams. Sometimes it
was due to his empathic abilities, if someone was having serious negative
or even positive feelings and 'broadcasting' them loudly would often
influence his dreams if he was asleep. On a trip to Risa while an academy
student, and after a series of very interesting dreams, Trip learned that
on some vacations he needed more secluded lodging. On a ship, however,
distance wasn't always a possibility. He had managed to put up enough
shields that it normally didn't bother him. With the intensity of his
dream, he first wondered if someone on board might have been going through
serious distress. But the more he thought about it, the more he began to
realize, maybe the negative feelings this time were his own.

“Breathe sweetie, slowly,” she rested a hand on his arm “in through the
nose, slooooowly, let your body calm down.”

Trip began to relax and calm down. It was just a dream after all, right?
But the intensity, it shook him. "I....damnit Ash....it felt so...."

“What was it? Talk to me honey.”

 Trip then began to relay the dream to Ash. How real it felt, the oddity of
the setting, the dead bodies, the dead bodies being every person who ever
died under his command. How he felt he was being hunted. How he felt
trapped. How somehow, in his dream, he felt that Ravok was behind it. But
then, the revelation was made clear, he was the monster killing the crew.

"And the worst part was honey, the last person I killed, the last person, I
as this murderer killed was adult Ronnie. I, he, slit her throat right in
front of me. I was helpless to do anything."

(reply Ash)

"It's as if my subconcious was firing up every ounce of guilt I ever felt
for those lives lost and threw it in my face. And the worst part was, the
joy I, err he, err the other me felt and killing Ronnie. And as I awoke, it
just ..... could I have done more, should I have done more to restore
Ronnie or did I go along with the mind wipe because selfishly the thought
of having her as my daughter in a truer sense seemed too good to be true.
Too good to pass up."

(reply Ash)

(Reply Ash)
(posted by Will)
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