Post by Ensign Mandy Bergin on Oct 11, 2018 13:07:54 GMT -8
"There's no going back. We have to move forward. A new Starfleet. Better. Filled with people that want to walk a path less travelled instead of living in fear of the unknown."
Mandy considered that, a furrow between her eyebrows as she wondered what that would look like. What they were really searching for. They were, after all, just one ship--hardly a fleet all by itself. And there was a whole world of other questions behind her initial one: it wasn't just Starfleet she wanted to return to, but the Federation itself, to home and her parents and a familiar planet underfoot. That was an even more elusive goal, she thought, than finding their way back--or forward--into an organization that didn't want half her friends dead.
"And I hope it's that Starfleet that rises at the end of the day."
She met his smile with a tentative one of her own, hoping it looked as hopeful as his. Truth be told, she didn't feel particularly hopeful about the situation. With the meeting behind her, with the anxiety for the evening welling up in her, she honestly just wanted a hug from her mum. Or, barring that--because even that had been elusive for the past several years--to see her mum. To call her, and talk to her, and get a smile and see her face.
But here they were, wandering the galaxy a quadrant away from home, not knowing when they'd return, cast out from their support. Or maybe they'd left. Not a bad idea, considering--Mandy was still glad everyone was alive, and comparitively safe, but....
"Thanks for your time. You should try and relax."
Dislodged from her thoughts, Mandy looked up at him, uncurling from the couch to stand up as well, acknowledging his leave-taking. "Thank you, sir," she said, because she was thankful for the conversation, despite the hard bits. "Bye." He left, stopping by the replicator for a moment to recycle his cup. As soon as the door shut behind him, Mandy turned, staring back out the window for a long minute before she too gathered up her cup, recycled it, and left the lounge to its peace.
End Mandy
Mandy considered that, a furrow between her eyebrows as she wondered what that would look like. What they were really searching for. They were, after all, just one ship--hardly a fleet all by itself. And there was a whole world of other questions behind her initial one: it wasn't just Starfleet she wanted to return to, but the Federation itself, to home and her parents and a familiar planet underfoot. That was an even more elusive goal, she thought, than finding their way back--or forward--into an organization that didn't want half her friends dead.
"And I hope it's that Starfleet that rises at the end of the day."
She met his smile with a tentative one of her own, hoping it looked as hopeful as his. Truth be told, she didn't feel particularly hopeful about the situation. With the meeting behind her, with the anxiety for the evening welling up in her, she honestly just wanted a hug from her mum. Or, barring that--because even that had been elusive for the past several years--to see her mum. To call her, and talk to her, and get a smile and see her face.
But here they were, wandering the galaxy a quadrant away from home, not knowing when they'd return, cast out from their support. Or maybe they'd left. Not a bad idea, considering--Mandy was still glad everyone was alive, and comparitively safe, but....
"Thanks for your time. You should try and relax."
Dislodged from her thoughts, Mandy looked up at him, uncurling from the couch to stand up as well, acknowledging his leave-taking. "Thank you, sir," she said, because she was thankful for the conversation, despite the hard bits. "Bye." He left, stopping by the replicator for a moment to recycle his cup. As soon as the door shut behind him, Mandy turned, staring back out the window for a long minute before she too gathered up her cup, recycled it, and left the lounge to its peace.
End Mandy