Post by Lt. Commander Alyssa Jenison on Dec 23, 2011 8:59:47 GMT -8
The only sound coming from the weapons locker was a slight beeping, followed the a loud clang of a weapons casing slamming against the side of the rack. Alyssa stepped slightly to the left, and picked up another compression rifle, checked it's energy cell, and ran a quick diagnostic on it's firing system before practically throwing it back onto the rack.
She was obviously in a foul mood. It had started the moment she woke up that morning. The reason was because she had the dream again. She had been having that dream for the better part of a decade, and she was sick of it, and how it made her feel.
Lies... Alyssa thought to herself, as she slammed another rifle against the rack. It was all lies. At least, that's what she thought, but she didn't believe herself. The truth was that she believed the dream. She knew it was a apart of herself that intended to punish Alyssa until retribution had been sought. She knew she deserved it.
And once again, the memories flooded in. She remembered the day Hunter had proposed to her. She remembered the day they had been assigned to that damn ship. She remembered the nights they'd had together, and how happy she had been through all of it.
She's never forget the words her captain had said to her. "Ensign, you don't have to go on this mission. Just take this one of, and I will assign—"
"No," Alyssa had foolishly interrupted. "I want to go." Why did she do that? Why didn't she just stay behind? The sound of the rifle falling from it's place on the rack do to Alyssa's negligence snapped her back out.
Alyssa reached down, and looked at the rifle again. It had been years since the accident, and she was no closer to resolving this problem then she had been when it first happened. For a moment, Alyssa actually considered that her therapist might had been right. Maybe she did need help to resolve this.
"No!" Alyssa accidentally yelled out loud. She paused, and turned towards the door, waiting to see if someone had heard her. A moment later, she returned her attention to the rifle, and placed it back on the rack.
I don't need help. I'm a security officer. I've been trained to fight Klingons, Jem'Hadar, and all manner of species. I can fight this. However, as she moved on to the next weapon on the rack, Alyssa took a long, deep breath. She wasn't so certain whether she could, and even if she could, there was no discounting the fact that she had become to alone because of her fight.
Alyssa couldn't remember the last time she had been on a date. That party last night certainly couldn't count as one. Truth be told, Hunter had been her last "date". Maybe she was fighting more than she thought.
With a shake of the head, Alyssa shook off all the thoughts, and tried to focus on the task at hand. She'd been asked to check all the weapons in this room, and insure they were charged and aligned correctly. Personal life was no important right now. She would deal with it later. At least...she'd try to.
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She was obviously in a foul mood. It had started the moment she woke up that morning. The reason was because she had the dream again. She had been having that dream for the better part of a decade, and she was sick of it, and how it made her feel.
Lies... Alyssa thought to herself, as she slammed another rifle against the rack. It was all lies. At least, that's what she thought, but she didn't believe herself. The truth was that she believed the dream. She knew it was a apart of herself that intended to punish Alyssa until retribution had been sought. She knew she deserved it.
And once again, the memories flooded in. She remembered the day Hunter had proposed to her. She remembered the day they had been assigned to that damn ship. She remembered the nights they'd had together, and how happy she had been through all of it.
She's never forget the words her captain had said to her. "Ensign, you don't have to go on this mission. Just take this one of, and I will assign—"
"No," Alyssa had foolishly interrupted. "I want to go." Why did she do that? Why didn't she just stay behind? The sound of the rifle falling from it's place on the rack do to Alyssa's negligence snapped her back out.
Alyssa reached down, and looked at the rifle again. It had been years since the accident, and she was no closer to resolving this problem then she had been when it first happened. For a moment, Alyssa actually considered that her therapist might had been right. Maybe she did need help to resolve this.
"No!" Alyssa accidentally yelled out loud. She paused, and turned towards the door, waiting to see if someone had heard her. A moment later, she returned her attention to the rifle, and placed it back on the rack.
I don't need help. I'm a security officer. I've been trained to fight Klingons, Jem'Hadar, and all manner of species. I can fight this. However, as she moved on to the next weapon on the rack, Alyssa took a long, deep breath. She wasn't so certain whether she could, and even if she could, there was no discounting the fact that she had become to alone because of her fight.
Alyssa couldn't remember the last time she had been on a date. That party last night certainly couldn't count as one. Truth be told, Hunter had been her last "date". Maybe she was fighting more than she thought.
With a shake of the head, Alyssa shook off all the thoughts, and tried to focus on the task at hand. She'd been asked to check all the weapons in this room, and insure they were charged and aligned correctly. Personal life was no important right now. She would deal with it later. At least...she'd try to.
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