6: A glimpse – holding the line
by Lieutenant Commander Phedra Surtass
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Pushing out of her crouch, Phedra scowled. She could feel PoDo, but the link was tenuous, and he only gently touched her mind, a careful and tentative brush. It has been across years that we last since we last spoke. I will need to consult others who are , more experienced in matters like these. With that, he gently broke contact. ‘Well,” she thought, ‘Doesn’t that just suck sewage.’
She left the engineering bay and headed the few steps towards the bridge. On the way she carefully sorted out everyone there, blanketing their thoughts so she heard just gently silence. Eavesdropping was impolite, and since her parents and their parents for a hundred generations had been exploring this region of space inside a disguised slow-boat that looked like a rogue asteroid, it was something you just didn’t do, ever unless lives were on the line.
The familiar whoosh and she was on the bridge, which was empty of command staff. The OOD looked at her inquiringly. “Nope, just checking the links and damage.”
Nodding, the young woman turned back to her tasks.
The ship was in fine shape, what little damage had been caused by the temporal anomaly had been fixed quickly, and now they waited on the CO and the rest to cess out the situation. She sat at the bridge engineering display and closed her eyes. Fila Para was still alive, she could sense the patterns there. That might be a source of answers, if it came down to it. But the Filestra were notorious tight asses when it came to temporal matters and the little avian woman might not want to talk about it.
by Lieutenant Commander Phedra Surtass
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| Title | holding the line | |
| Mission | 6: A glimpse | |
| Author(s) | Lieutenant Commander Phedra Surtass | |
| Posted | Mon Mar 08, 2010 @ 6:55pm | |
| Location | main engineering /bridge engineering station | |
| Timeline | now, whenever that might be |
She left the engineering bay and headed the few steps towards the bridge. On the way she carefully sorted out everyone there, blanketing their thoughts so she heard just gently silence. Eavesdropping was impolite, and since her parents and their parents for a hundred generations had been exploring this region of space inside a disguised slow-boat that looked like a rogue asteroid, it was something you just didn’t do, ever unless lives were on the line.
The familiar whoosh and she was on the bridge, which was empty of command staff. The OOD looked at her inquiringly. “Nope, just checking the links and damage.”
Nodding, the young woman turned back to her tasks.
The ship was in fine shape, what little damage had been caused by the temporal anomaly had been fixed quickly, and now they waited on the CO and the rest to cess out the situation. She sat at the bridge engineering display and closed her eyes. Fila Para was still alive, she could sense the patterns there. That might be a source of answers, if it came down to it. But the Filestra were notorious tight asses when it came to temporal matters and the little avian woman might not want to talk about it.