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Post by Einar on Jul 30, 2017 18:59:39 GMT
“Relax Captain……take a deep breath, don’t rush. The effects will subside momentarily”
He felt a slight pressure on his neck, a hypospray for sure. Everything was dark, he ached all over and he felt like his insides had been turned upside down. “Where…where am I?” he asked, not certain who he was even addressing.
“Onboard the Epoch. You’re safe Captain, we extracted you from the ship before it crashed. I’m sorry, but she’s gone”
Darkness became light, light became…fuzzier light. “My crew?”
“I believe most of them survived…. it’s been a while, or you know…not happened yet. Hard to say sometimes out here”
He reached up and touched his forehead
“A minor cerebral infarction. The analgesic should take effect in time…” someone chuckled at that.
“Are you returning me to Earth?”
A woman cleared her throat but the man spoke. “I´m afraid not, Captain…..Earth is gone”
“Gone?” he tried to sit up but was restrained by a clammy hand.
“Almost a century ago….Captain Rome, there´s a lot we have to discuss…and not a moment too soon”
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Post by Andrew Rice on Jul 30, 2017 19:25:36 GMT
Y'know... I had a dream that this very thing happened.
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Post by Einar on Jul 30, 2017 19:29:18 GMT
haha that is so cool. What happened then?
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Post by Andrew Rice on Jul 30, 2017 19:43:21 GMT
Well the ship was called the Aeon from the 28th Century. But Rome was not supposed to die, and Hyperion wasn't meant to be destroyed, something changed. Someone screwing with the timeline. But you were removed from the timeline at the perfect moment; you were about to die and alone. Temporal operatives were being deployed throughout the timeline to investigate. I never got to the why of it all, but it was one of my dreams, so probably something to do with the Temporal Cold War. Like the Krenim or the Na'kuhl... their races are fun to say, and they like fucking with time. XD
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Post by Einar on Jul 30, 2017 19:45:33 GMT
interesting
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Post by Einar on Aug 16, 2017 10:59:55 GMT
Location: Coridan, Starfleet Command, Temporal Fleet Division, Main Auditorium - Archer Hall Date: January 26, 2547.
"Any questions?" she said as she stood at attention before the auditorium. It was filled with fresh recruits from the beginning of the Federation, and even some from before. He looked over a sea of uniformed people of over a dozen different species - blue boilersuits, blue and gold trimming jackets, custard tunics, gold, red and blue.....all the way up to black spandex and some designs he had never seen.
"You´re joking, right?" he asked, catching the eye..eyes of everyone in the hall, even some eyes he had only read about in history books and seen in holodocumentaries...
"Yes, Captain?" she asked, her hands clasped behind her back, her formfitting black catsuit hugging her every curve.
"This is your recruitment speech? You ...´extract´ us, whatever that even means, and expect us to help you fight this.....Cold war of yours, and when we do that, you return us, dead or alive, our mind wiped, back to our own time, mere moments before death....you know, at least he gets to look forward to the Nexus!" Jonathan said ever more angrily, cocking his head at a larger than life hero at the other end of the hall who looked rather perplexed back at him.
The woman brizzled at that, "That is the way of things, Captain. You swore an oath to the Federation...the Federation needs you now, more than ever"
"No. I did my duty, just let me die in peace"
---- Location: U.S.S. Hyperion, in orbit of New Haven colony Date: April 17, 2397
"This is it then?" Jonathan asked, as he walked around the derelict Bridge of his ship, running his hand over the once smooth surface of the Engineering console, the flames around him frozen in time, pieces of debris suspended in midair.
He walked over to his once pristine chair and sat down, the material feeling unfamiliar as the molecules that made up the soft padding were equally frozen. But most striking was the image on the viewscreen, an ocean frozen in time....so close he could almost touch it. In a matter of seconds the ship would crash into the sea, fracturing into a million pieces...and that would be the end.
"Yes" she said, as she stepped in front of the conn, leaning down to inspect the other Captain, frozen at the conn. "You´re crying".
Jonathan looked at himself, his hair thinning at the top and he reached up to inspect his own top to confirm the fact. "Not so surprising. I was about to die"
"Are about to die" she chimed in as she pulled herself back up to her full impressive height and stalked back to the command circle and sat down in Rojer´s seat.
"That will happen no matter what. So why won´t you help us?"
"Let me live"
"Doesn´t work like that, Captain....you´ve been dead for over two centuries. We can´t just change that now....time is not so easy to manipulate....you all have to go back to your own end....if not ...pull one thread and the tapestry unravels".
"Jonathan tapped his fingers on the command console on his armrest, missing the normal chimes and beeps that normally were associated. "Why do you need us?"
Heather leaned back in the seat and extracted a small handheld device, not so different from a tricroder "this is what we call a temporal observatory" she tapped a few buttons and before them the whole Bridge transformed into color, patterns and waves. Planets and text... "this is how we keep track of time".
Jonathan looked around and reached out towards one of the planets, his hand phasing right through "holographic" he said, to which she only nodded. She adjusted a lever on the device, scaling the projection down. "Computer, show temporal grid 1-8-32 by 658, Alpha quadrant, time period 2231 Sol standard"
The image changed to a star system, populated by the looks of it, vessels...."that´s a Tholian web spinner" Jonathan said, pointing at one of the vessels. "Looks old".
"It is old...but that pilot changed history....Captain, what do you know about the Temporal Accords?"
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Post by Einar on Oct 5, 2017 8:44:45 GMT
Location: Coridan, Starfleet Command, Temporal Fleet Division, Briefing Room Delta.
Date: April 4, 2547
With Aoibhe as Temporal Agent Heather.
"Then what happened, Captain?"
"I activated my temporal beacon and you guys extracted me"
"You guys?" she asked, tapping the stylus against the PADD.
"You know what I mean"
She sighed and returned to making notes "Temporal incursion factor of 0.0041 which is within the acceptable limits. I take it someone saw you".
"I had to dodge security by hiding in the quarters of an Ensign."
"I assume the Ensign is the witness?" She tapped at her PADD without looking up at him. "Can you give me a description?"
“Bolian, female. It was deck 5, you should find her in the records from that era…if she survived the Dominion. If she reported the incident, Starfleet Security probably marked it off as another changeling infiltration”
Her lips twitched. He was a natural at this. Only a few small missions in and he was already able to shift his mind between time periods like he was flicking a switch.
Pausing a moment while her database recompiled itself, she delved into the information available about Starbase Zeta Nine on the date in question. "Only one Bolian female on Zeta Nine at the time..." she said, speaking for her own benefit, "just to confirm," she slid her hand across her PADD, and an image shot across the room on to an large, upright holoscreen behind Rome. She gestured towards it with a solitary finger. "Can you confirm?"
The face of a cheerful, young, Bolian woman, appeared on the glimmering, transparent screen.
“Yeah -that´s her…..I assume that covers it? The mission itself was a success.”
She turned away from Rome, her shoulders squared, her attention on the screen in front of her. Holding up a finger to shush him, she made a note and tapped her comm badge. "Subject..." her eyes searched the mound of information scrolling rapidly before her. "Two oh Two Kappa Niner, sector Eight Foxtrot Dark, time index 50962.7... Full dual-line analysis."
Whoever was at the opposite end replied simply by cutting comms. She seemed satisfied.
“What now?” he asked, already on his feet and moving towards the replicator. “Earth is still gone, so there´s more to be done”
"Got somewhere to be?" she asked as she loaded data onto the PADD in hand.
“It´s either this work or eternal sleep. I prefer work.”
"The way you're pushing yourself, you'd forgive me for thinking you were keen to get back to the Hyperion." She turned gave him a matter-of-fact glance and offered the PADD.
"Something a little more your speed."
The PADD showed the face of a man who looked not dissimilar to Rome, though his face was clean shaven and his eyes were cold.
“Raktajino, double strong double cream and mint tea”
He walked the beverages over to the desk and placed them down before accepting the PADD. “The Hyperion was destroyed over two centuries ago…who is this”
She chose not to correct his understanding of time at this juncture.
"Kenzo Renny. Two bit Syndicate man during the Dominion war. We need you to do a little mop up." She folded her arms.
"We need to break up a pact made between him and his rival on an Orion owned station on the Romulan border. You'll be dropped in with some facial modifications a day before Renny is due at the station. He will be delayed thanks to some Romulan war games spilling over the border. You'll have 24 hours while he's out of comm range, and out of sight, to stir up some resentment." She blinked. "Think you can do that?"
"Risk of an incursion?”
"Risk is acceptable, if you succeed. You have all the data you need on that PADD. Renny is scheduled to meet Jax Tenison for the first time on the station, neutral ground, to discuss combining their arms sales. We don't need all out war between these two, that would result in an unacceptable loss of life, and would be a disaster temporally speaking. But we do need to put a halt to their agreement."
“Facial modifications"
"Shave your beard, Captain."
Jonathan took a long sip of his coffee as his brow furrowed. “I like my beard….” Sure I’ll do it. I take it we need both these idiots alive?”
"Alive, and mistrusting each other. We know from our data that Tenison is not one to forgive a slight." She forced a slight smile off her face. "How you achieve your objective is up to you. Consider this a test." She lifted her tea to her lips. "Because it is one.
“Understood. Anything else?”
"After this, you rest." She surveyed his tense shoulders and tight lipped expression, adding under her breath, "you're not dead yet."
"Dismissed, Captain Rome."
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Post by Einar on Oct 24, 2017 9:10:54 GMT
The Test - Part 1
also starring Aoibhe.
Location: Coridan, Starfleet Command, Temporal Fleet Division, Main Temporal Transporter Room.
Date: April 6, 2547
The temporal transporter room was beginning to feel like second home to Heather Long. Stepping in, she noted the transporter chief at his station, and turned to survey Rome, newly shorn, and clad in contemporary clothing, standing stiffly on the pad.
She had her concerns about his attitude. She was used to people resisting her suggestions, or at least, having qualms about their mission. Not Rome, though.
He simply put his head down and ran at the wall. She supposed she should expect no less from the man who willingly perished for his crew in the prime of life.
"All set?" she asked after a moment of silence. "You have your latinum, a map of the station. Once there, check in to the room assigned to Renny, and make it your own. Tenison's people will be in touch, no doubt. Renny travels solo, so you won't have to deal with his associates."
“I read the briefing, Commander” Jonathan said as he tugged at the lapels of his leather jacket. An item of clothing considered contraband to Federation citizens. “I´ll be back before you know it”
"Godspeed" she said as he dematerialised on the pad.
Moments later, the station coalesced around Rome, surrounding him with sounds and smells that belonged firmly in another era.
Rome whipped out the small black tricorder, confirming his placement in space-time.
2374 – Orion trading outpost near the Romulan Border. Reactor core maintenance shaft 545 to mask his temporal transport signature from any internal sensors. It wasn´t that they worried the Orions had the means to detect him. But there were different factions in this cold war, all with different agendas. And all of them wanted him dead.
Rome switched off the device and placed it in his jacket before heading straight on.
And if this was a test, he needed to ace it. Because if his plan was to succeed they needed to trust him.
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“Looking to buy?”
Jonathan looked up at the massive green skinned man and withdrew his fingers from the chin of the bound Vulcan woman.
“Not right now”
The desperation shone from her eyes. It´s a lie what they say that Vulcan´s don’t have emotion. They have emotion. Strong emotion, but they learn to control it. But everyone has a breaking point.
“Name´s Renny” Jonathan said and held out his hand.
"Is it, now?" the green man replied with a affected, disinterested drawl, as he casually pushed the bound woman to the side.
"It is".
Jonathan walked over to the next cage, examining a well built man dressed in what seemed like roman attire. "I am here to meet your boss. However he seems to be late"
"'e's not late, 'e's busy."
The station rumbled, shook gently, then returned to its customary pulsing sounds. The lighting flickered. No one seemed to react.
"'e'll be with you wen 'e 'as time." The green man smiled a broad, false grin. "You are welcome t' pass t' time with my merchandise for a good price. Female, male... Maybe somfik a little younger...?"
Jonathan only glanced at the man, his mask not betraying his disgust and anger “I hear the hospitality of your boss is renowned. I heard correctly” Jonathan bowed in gratitude. “Perhaps some food and wine first, while I browse your catalogue”
The green man grinned. Once he had them inside his establishment, a customer rarely left without parting with some cash, he made sure of that.
He turned and disappeared through a claret-toned, velvet curtained entrance masking a sophisticated weapons detection system which doubled as a one-way forcefield. This, the designer had assured him, kept both his clientele and his indentured workers safe from those who may do them harm, and it also ensured his workers stayed where they were meant to be.
He cast his gaze around the neat but dark reception area, its soft furnishings and low lights giving little away. Around the curved wall of the room were a number of curtained doors. Each had a display above it. Some - most, in fact - had a static 00:00 glowing gently. One or two had numbers, slowly counting down, agonisingly slowly, in one second increments.
The green man turned to greet Rome.
“Ale“
The green man raised an eyebrow. “Ale. GET ME A FUCKING ALE” Jonathan snapped as he took a step towards the giant. “What kind of a slum is this!”
"One that delivers..." came the reply, coupled with a obsequious little bow. The green man clicked his fingers, and Rome noticed slight movement in the shadows; someone else was in here.
Rome tensed.
Seconds later a small figure stepped silently forward, a tray balancing a large glass of amber ale in her small hands. She stopped a foot or two away from both men, her bowed head hidden behind a mop of unruly curls.
She didn't say a word.
Fuck. This was not going according to plan.
He needed time alone, but the not-so-magnificent Hulk here was clearly not going to take his eyes off of him.
“Thanks” Jonathan said as he reached for the drink while fishing a small slip of latinum out of his pocket and throwing it at the tray. “Keep the change, kid”
The girl, who looked to be a skinny nine or ten years old and who was dressed in a simple, worn tunic, gasped with gratitude and clutched at the latinum. As her little fist closed around the prize the Orion reached for her, and grabbed at the back of her neck, holding her firmly with a grip full of fabric and tangled hair. She looked up at him, whimpered and dropped the strip back on the wobbling tray.
"But he said..." she began, then held her tongue as his grip tightened. Finally she whispered "sorry" and he let go.
"This man is our honored guest, girl. See he gets whatever he wants, understand?"
She nodded meekly, and bowed her head once more.
The Orion smiled at Rome, baring his white teeth. "The girl will tell you anything you need to know about our merchandise," he explained. "I encourage you to enjoy your time with us." Then he bowed again, gave the girl a fierce glare and left.
Jonathan sipped of his ale as he eyed the girl, so tragically caught up in an unforgiving world. “You can keep the rest…and there’s more if you play your cards right, kiddo”
"I don't, I'm not..." she shut her mouth, visibly counting to three then tried again, "my Mom, um plays by the rules and does what she's told... and so I don't have to go in there," she explained, her eyes cast towards the closest curtained alcove. She held her breath, unsure if she had explained herself clearly without being obstinate. She hopped from one foot to the other.
Jonathan looked at the nearest alcove and back at the girl before sitting down, a heavy weight on his soul “Don’t worry kiddo, I don’t mess around and especially not with children...your mom raised you smart…what’s your name kid?”
The girl's skinny shoulders relaxed visibly and she nodded, accepting his words at face value.
"It's hard to pronounce," she said, apologetically, then offered the information anyway, "... um. Niamh?" She put the tray away, the latinum predictably disappearing into a hidden pocket. "Are you hungry, mister?" she asked ducking behind a curtain. "There's a replicator? I can get you food? Um, there's hasperat? And samosas, and burritos?..." she reappeared around the curtain and blinked. "There's other things, too, like. I just like when food is wrapped in other food. It feels like you're getting more, I'm, food."
“Mister?”
The mission wasn’t the test. This was.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 12:39:49 GMT
I love it, more more more! Now!
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Post by Einar on Oct 24, 2017 14:59:04 GMT
I love it, more more more! Now! say please
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 18:20:07 GMT
To you? Hahahahahaha! Aoibhe, please?
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Post by Einar on Jan 24, 2018 9:44:11 GMT
The Test - Part 2
also starring Aoibhe.
Location: Orion trading outpost near the Romulan Border.
Date: 2374
"Mister?"
Jonathan composed himself...as much as he could before putting his pokerface back on. "I like that...burrito please, extra spicy...and an ale"
Nia smiled with the relaxed nod of satisfaction he'd seen in her grown counterpart time and time again. "You never told me.....sorry" relax....preserve the timeline She crossed the small reception room and gingerly took hold of his tunic sleeve and pulled him towards the door. "C'mon... I know a place, and it does all you can eat nachos, and everything. You can eat, I can just sit with you, or maybe" she tugged at his tunic and aimed herself at the door, "I can have some, if you don't finish them. As long as you're spending money they won't mind..." She scanned a small chip embedded in her arm that recorded her exit from the brothel.
In what seemed like barely minutes, she'd guided him across the crowded and chaotic promenade, pulling at his tunic like a determined sled dog, until he found himself in a booth, watching her fingers flash with delicate precision across the console embedded in their table. It repeatedly lost power, but she seemed oblivious to the outages, working through them as if they didn't exist.
Finally, her fingers went still and their food replicated in front of them.
She sat quietly and looked at the food steaming before her, her hands carefully planted on her lap as she sat opposite Rome.
"What do you do for your bosses? You bring the refreshments....they don´t let anyone hurt you right?"
Her green eyes flashed from his face, to the food, to his face again, then around the small, run down restaurant.
"I like it here," she replied, squirming a little in her seat.
Niamh, Rome realised, had never been good at lying.
"It's better than the last station we were on. The grav plates broke all the time there. Here, they only break sometimes. And my Mom has work here. She's a dabo girl," she added, her face brightening, "She's really pretty."
Jonathan smiled and grabbed one piece of the burrito for himself, and pushed the plate with the other half and sides towards the Commander....Niamh. Young Niamh.
"Eat" he said as he took a bite of his own piece and smiled.
Her green eyes widened with an almost comical level of gratitude. "Thanks, Mister!" she beamed, diving at the offered food without a second thought. "You're nice," she proclaimed, "You don't act like you belong to the Syndicate," she added with a mouthful of food in her cheek. She swallowed having barely tasted the distinctive blend of spices, peppers and beans and went for a second big bite. "I think my Mom would like you," she said, wiping her lips with her sleeve and once again talking with her mouth packed. She reached for a handful of nachos. "Are you married mister?"
No-one ever claimed Niamh Danann was the most subtle manipulator in any given room.
Jonathan chuckled as he chewed on the spicy dish
now that would certainly be interesting
"I´m afraid I only ever loved one woman kiddo, and she´s long gone. But I don´t doubt your mom is one helluva woman....she raised you right".
Jonathan looked around the establishment, remembering what he was here for. As much as he wanted to spend his remaining days reunited with Niamh, this was not her....not yet.
"You know the man I'm meeting?" he asked her as he worked the terminal in front of them gracefully with one hand, until a large Dr. Pepper materialized infront of Niamh
The young girl's face beamed as the large, frosted glass appeared. She reached for the straw, then hesitated.
"Uh," she uttered, a part of her still unsure how much generosity she could avail of before this man got mean.
"Yea, I do. He's the big cheese around here." She carried on eating. "He's not a good man." She added. "Mom says to stay away from him."
"That you should" he added as he took another bite of his burrito. "Tell me kid, where does Tenison usually spend his free time?"
She raised a hand, pointing a thin finger up at a viewing platform that towered over the public sections of the station.
"I bet he knows you're here and everything..." she declared matter-of-factly.
"Niamh!!" a woman's voice rang out from behind Danann's back. Little Nia froze. Her eyes looking to Rome, guiltily. She grabbed a handful of food and gulped it down.
A skantily clad woman marched over to the booth. "What the hell are you playing at?!" the redhead gasped at Rome. "She's only nine!!" The woman leant in, got hold of Niamh spindly arm and pulled her out of her seat.
"But Mom...!" Niamh began to protest as she found herself shoved behind her mother's diamonté encrusted legs.
Jonathan stared in awe at the woman before him. He had heard Niamh tell him stories of her mother, but never had he imagined she would be so....beautiful.
"Ma´am, there´s no need to worry. Your daughter was only so kind to show me around while I wait for my associate to arrive. For her troubles I shared my meal with her....and you are more than welcome to join us"
Niamh's eyes were fixed on her mother, her thin arms wrapped around her waist. "Mom," she began, but the woman shushed her gently as she licked her red lips and appraised Rome and the half-eaten food scattered mostly across Niamh’s side of the booth..
"That charming and easy manner may impress naive women, and young girls, but it won't work with me, sir," she told him, her voice even. She rested a protective hand on her young daughter's squirming shoulder.
“Mom, it’s OK…” Niamh ignored her mother’s silencing squeeze. “He’s nice… he’s good, I promise.” The woman closed her eyes and winced at her daughter’s sweetly earnest tone. “Mister, tell her you’re good,” Niamh demanded with a hint of desperation. She could sense her first good meal in weeks slipping out of her grasp.
Jonathan could almost see Niamh's older self standing in front of him in his Ready Room on the Hyperion, pleading for him to show her then that he was indeed a good man. "I....."
Jonathan cleared his throat and stood up, emptying his pocket of latinum on the table. "That should line your stomach for a while" he said, looking at Niamh in the eyes. Enough of this....he had a mission, and salting old wounds was not helping.
He glanced at her mother and nodded "I mean neither of you harm, just prosperity. Take good care of that girl of yours, I have a feeling she´ll do great things in life".
Jonathan then nodded to both women and left the restaurant. It was time to finish this fucking mission and get out of here.
The Dananns stared in astonishment as Rome disappeared out the restaurant exit.
May blinked, frozen in confusion. All her instincts rebelled against such a blatant show of generosity. "Who exactly was that?" she asked her daughter.
Niamh shrugged and smiled. "Just a nice man."
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Post by Nola on Jan 24, 2018 14:41:09 GMT
Bittersweet as fuck.
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Post by Einar on Feb 8, 2018 9:07:22 GMT
Location: Coridan, Starfleet Command, Temporal Fleet Division, Briefing Room Sigma.
Date: April 7, 2547
With Aoibhe as Heather
"Anything else ?" Heather asked as she tapped her stylus against the PADD, before them rested two cups of Raktajino and a spongecake. Jonathan looked up at the camera above them.
"You bloody well know what else" Jonathan said, raising his voice. The voice he would use whenever Douglas stepped out of line.
"Captain?" she looked genuinely perplexed.
"Why her?....I get that you needed to test my loyalty, to see if I could continue my mission despite running into...." Jonathan slammed his fist into the table, rocking the cups gently. "Damnit!"
Heather sat back, masking her intimidation with a clearing of her throat.
"Ah."
She tapped a button on her desk and glanced once at the camera. "That was no test, Captain. That was a reminder."
She swiped through a few files on her PADD and tossed it across the desk to him. "Your last memories of your contemporaries were... emotionally fought. It's easy to forget the good that Starfleet and the Federation does when your last memories are of your crew running for their lives while flames lick at your heels."
She indicated the PADD screen with a casual nod. "This was your last view of the woman in question, I believe?" Despite some digital damage, Danann was still visible in the centre of the image, her fingers tense and curled around the turbolift door frame. Her eyes were full of tears and her expression was a mask of fear and sorrow, her entire body fighting against the order she knew she had to follow.
Heather gave him a moment. "I wanted to be sure you remembered more than tragedy, I wanted you to remember that Starfleet saved that girl's life. That what we do is vital."
She sighed, tired. "Maybe I wanted to give you a gift."
“Well I didn´t want it” he answered sourly, grabbing the mug of coffee and tasting it. She knew by now how he wanted his coffee. “And Starfleet may have saved her from living her whole life as a station rat, but it wasn´t me. She tells….told the story at every opportunity. Until I broke her view of what Starfleet stood for.”
“Stands for” she corrected him, but he didn´t flinch. "That encounter had a lasting impact on her, you know. Maybe some day we'll get her in here, and she can tell you herself, hm?" She watched him, considering her options.
"Any way you chose to slice it, you did well on that mission. We want you to rest, regain your composure," she looked at a small pool of spilt coffee beading on her desk. "You have much to think over."
“Do I now? What else have I going on then? Please inform me!”
Heather leaned forward, lacing her fingers together on the desk between them. "I understand your frustration, your anger, Captain. Seeing a ghost from your past, even if it was before your natural timelines converged... it can be jarring. Knowing who she was, how she grew.. but not what she'll become..." her expression softened a little, "Perhaps you would like to talk through what you are feeling? If not with me, I can pick up someone you can confide in. I'm here to help."
“I am here to help” how Starfleet of you." Jonathan placed his mug down “Just give me my next mission”
Heather bowed her head, disappointed. She had hoped he'd take her up on her offer. The subjects she could manage emotionally tended to be the most effective.
"Very well. How do you feel about the Borg...?"
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Post by aoibheni on Feb 8, 2018 15:31:45 GMT
Eeeeeeeeeeh hehehe.
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