Post by Nathan Landry on May 11, 2017 5:52:54 GMT -8
“You’re suggesting that her threat may be empty?” Alyssa continued his thought process. “Is that why she wants us to kill each other? Is she afraid that she won’t be able to carry out this death sentence herself?”
Nathan sighed, folding his arms. "I'm not sure," he said. "Whether she can't, or she won't, something's restraining her." She needed help, was the ultimate conclusion to his train of thought, and at least Alyssa didn't outright disagree with his assessment of the situation. That was something, at least. As people appeared, the shuffle began, and Nathan found himself navigating a flurry of people, trying to find their places as they passed through or entered or whatever else it was Fleeters were supposed to do. Given the alert level, Nathan was tolerably certain reporting to wherever he was supposed to be meant leaving the bridge, but he also really, really didn't want to leave.
"I can go back to sickbay."
Nathan glanced down as Alyssa went to the boy, kneeling down to look into his face. The boy, who was Q, or something like it. Nathan realized what her plan must have been--still was, maybe. Had she planned to use him to talk Lily down, or to offer her companionship? Either way, Nathan wasn't entirely certain that turning their respective fates over into the hands of a little boy was wise...but then, they didn't have very many options.
//"Tyne to Jenison. You've got a Romulan vessel on your six."//
Nathan's eyes darted to the viewscreen as somebody shifted it a moment after he caught a glimpse of the nacelle--amid the drifting bodies outside, there was a small craft, clearly Romulan just as Tyne had said.
That complicated matters. Whether they were here to take advantage of the situation or to figure out how to take Lily out...well, neither of those were good outcomes. Alyssa and Monroe talked back and forth, comms overlapping with others. He was glad, at least, that she'd not initially put him on the bridge. This would have made him crazy.
"Lt. Commander. She can't kill us."
Nathan's eyes darted to Commander Sur'Shess, the confirmation of his theory coming from...well, not the source he would have expected, granted, but maybe she had first-hand experience. "That's one question answered," he mused. He was staring into space, his thoughts several decks below, with Lily, apparently with the Captain and whoever had been unlucky enough to end up locked in with him. Had they realized, too, and would they try to talk to her? Somehow, they had to make her listen, but they were...they were missing something. Something that would convince her to listen to them.
"Do you think we could call Mr. Darby?" he asked, suddenly, breaking back into whatever conversation might have begun. His eyes settled on Alyssa, his face serious. "It might not be a perfect solution, by any means, but...perhaps, if he's present in any way, we can convince her to stand down."
Tag: Lt. Commander Alyssa Jenison, Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess
Nathan sighed, folding his arms. "I'm not sure," he said. "Whether she can't, or she won't, something's restraining her." She needed help, was the ultimate conclusion to his train of thought, and at least Alyssa didn't outright disagree with his assessment of the situation. That was something, at least. As people appeared, the shuffle began, and Nathan found himself navigating a flurry of people, trying to find their places as they passed through or entered or whatever else it was Fleeters were supposed to do. Given the alert level, Nathan was tolerably certain reporting to wherever he was supposed to be meant leaving the bridge, but he also really, really didn't want to leave.
"I can go back to sickbay."
Nathan glanced down as Alyssa went to the boy, kneeling down to look into his face. The boy, who was Q, or something like it. Nathan realized what her plan must have been--still was, maybe. Had she planned to use him to talk Lily down, or to offer her companionship? Either way, Nathan wasn't entirely certain that turning their respective fates over into the hands of a little boy was wise...but then, they didn't have very many options.
//"Tyne to Jenison. You've got a Romulan vessel on your six."//
Nathan's eyes darted to the viewscreen as somebody shifted it a moment after he caught a glimpse of the nacelle--amid the drifting bodies outside, there was a small craft, clearly Romulan just as Tyne had said.
That complicated matters. Whether they were here to take advantage of the situation or to figure out how to take Lily out...well, neither of those were good outcomes. Alyssa and Monroe talked back and forth, comms overlapping with others. He was glad, at least, that she'd not initially put him on the bridge. This would have made him crazy.
"Lt. Commander. She can't kill us."
Nathan's eyes darted to Commander Sur'Shess, the confirmation of his theory coming from...well, not the source he would have expected, granted, but maybe she had first-hand experience. "That's one question answered," he mused. He was staring into space, his thoughts several decks below, with Lily, apparently with the Captain and whoever had been unlucky enough to end up locked in with him. Had they realized, too, and would they try to talk to her? Somehow, they had to make her listen, but they were...they were missing something. Something that would convince her to listen to them.
"Do you think we could call Mr. Darby?" he asked, suddenly, breaking back into whatever conversation might have begun. His eyes settled on Alyssa, his face serious. "It might not be a perfect solution, by any means, but...perhaps, if he's present in any way, we can convince her to stand down."
Tag: Lt. Commander Alyssa Jenison, Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess