Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 10:49:30 GMT -8
Rychel had been neck-deep in weapons research when she received the call from the upper echelons of Starfleet Command. The call had come one day when she was particularly homesick for the Talon, and she had half expected it to be her brother chastising her. Somehow, he always knew…
When her viewer was instead filled with the image of a Starfleet Admiral, she nearly choked on the tea she’d been drinking. What does an admiral want with me? she wondered to herself. But the vague instructions she received did nothing to reduce her confusion. She was to report to the Talon as a temporary duty assignment while she was questioned for an investigation.
An investigation of who? She wondered. But somehow, she already knew the answer. It took the Talon far too long to arrive at SGE for personnel transfer, and that gave her too much time to worry herself into a fit.
In her absence, her quarters had been assigned to someone else. Her new quarters were slightly larger, which only served to make Rychel feel more alone. “Computer, where is Lieutenant Helik Dakbar?” She asked, knowing the answer before she asked.
“Lieutenant Dakbar is in the brig,” the computer replied curtly. Or at least, it sounded curt to Rychel’s ears. Knowing that she was there on official Starfleet Command business, Rychel changed into her dress whites, in case she was pulled in for an interview.
The stiff, starched uniform coupled with the seemingly endless turbolift ride caused her to squirm uncomfortably. But as she exited the lift on deck 18, she straightened to her full high, and affected the appropriate posture of an officer.
She strode into the brig as though she belonged there, hoping that this would ensure that no one questioned her presence. A pang of sadness struck her as she saw Dakbar, contained within a cell.
What has happened to you? she thought sadly. Silently, she cursed Desan, knowing it was he who was behind her transfer off the Talon. Stepping up to the forcefield, she said, “Helik?”
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When her viewer was instead filled with the image of a Starfleet Admiral, she nearly choked on the tea she’d been drinking. What does an admiral want with me? she wondered to herself. But the vague instructions she received did nothing to reduce her confusion. She was to report to the Talon as a temporary duty assignment while she was questioned for an investigation.
An investigation of who? She wondered. But somehow, she already knew the answer. It took the Talon far too long to arrive at SGE for personnel transfer, and that gave her too much time to worry herself into a fit.
In her absence, her quarters had been assigned to someone else. Her new quarters were slightly larger, which only served to make Rychel feel more alone. “Computer, where is Lieutenant Helik Dakbar?” She asked, knowing the answer before she asked.
“Lieutenant Dakbar is in the brig,” the computer replied curtly. Or at least, it sounded curt to Rychel’s ears. Knowing that she was there on official Starfleet Command business, Rychel changed into her dress whites, in case she was pulled in for an interview.
The stiff, starched uniform coupled with the seemingly endless turbolift ride caused her to squirm uncomfortably. But as she exited the lift on deck 18, she straightened to her full high, and affected the appropriate posture of an officer.
She strode into the brig as though she belonged there, hoping that this would ensure that no one questioned her presence. A pang of sadness struck her as she saw Dakbar, contained within a cell.
What has happened to you? she thought sadly. Silently, she cursed Desan, knowing it was he who was behind her transfer off the Talon. Stepping up to the forcefield, she said, “Helik?”
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