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Event Horizon Station- Crew Quarters

Posted June 22, 2019, noon by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay B)

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Event Horizon Station- Crew Quarters

Posted by Commander Ardashir “Jack” Creed (Executive Officer / CIO) in Event Horizon Station- Crew Quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Event Horizon Station- Crew Quarters
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Long fingers tapped on the tabletop. Tap, tap, tap, tap-tap-tap, tap, tap. A melody swept through her mind as her fingers enunciated the beat, adding an echo to her rambling thoughts. Eyeing the message, she knew it was as good as she could get it. It would have to do. Would it be enough, though? Well, she would soon see.

With a deep inhale, she hit a key and the message disappeared into the ether.


On the Manhattan, the chirp of an incoming message was accompanied by a low tone that indicated security protocols had been engaged. The message would require an unusual amount of security hoops to jump through, but Creed would recognize it for what it was: deeply encrypted and purposefully routed to cover tracks.

Jack had headed back to his office after meeting the Captain. He was certain what steps he needed to be done but the Captain wanted to just take a step at a time. This wasn’t something you take slow, least in his mind. Still he hadn’t expected to see the message as he came in which set off an alarm in his head. He didn’t get messages out here often. Celina was with him and his sister always scheduled things ahead of time.

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To: Commander Creed, Ardashir
From: _
Re: Hello!
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Hey Maz!

You old dog! It’s been a long time. Grapevine has it that you’re in the neighbourhood, so I thought I’d drop you a line and see if you were free to catch up. Lots to chat about. Heard some funny stuff about a mutual friend too. If you’re free this evening (and I’m sure you can make it so), drop on by. EHS, Deck 18, Room 1859.

~SC

They weren’t friends. They didn’t even know each other. But she had hopefully dropped enough hints for him to know they worked for the same team and for him to be curious enough to want to investigate. In fact, she was counting on it. For all their sakes.

~?

“Well…” Jack said softly to himself, this didn’t make him feel better but they knew his old code name. That didn’t mean much to him, in fact it could mean the whole ship was at risk. Still, it was a lead and he had none at this time. “Okay… whoever you are. Lets see what you have to say.” Jack murmured to himself as he opened up his desk, pushing a button in the top part a phaser pistol came out as he placed it in a bag that was nearby on his shelf. Putting a PaDD inside and a tricorder he began to make his way out. He had time to see what this was, they were not due to leave just yet.

Creed, XO

In Room 1859 on Deck Eighteen, a woman sat on the sofa with her legs stretched out. She appeared relaxed as she read the contents of a PADD, but her mind was active, filtering her senses through her years of experience. The question that weighed on her was whether or not he’d bite. She needed him to, and while she knew he’d be curious, was it enough?

~?

At the sound of the chime, she simply looked up and called out, “Enter,” as if this were an every day occasion.

Jack panned the room before spotting a pair long legs that seemed to call out to him. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he had spent last thirty minutes checking all exits and entries. If this was a trap he wold find out soon as he made his way slowly to the sofa. Placed in the back of his uniform was the hidden compartment for the phaser, it was subtle and not noticeable to the eye but he hoped it wouldn’t be needed.

“Is this seat taking?” Jack asked as he came to a halt, waiting to see just how this was going down.

Creed, XO

“By all means, join me,” she said with amusement, pivoting and placing her black socked feet on the floor. The woman was older, middle-aged, probably in her late fifties or early sixties. But the only evidence to that were the lines around her eyes and smaller ones around her face. Her hair, a nondescript dark brown, showed no greys and her body looked very fit. Dressed in plain black trousers and a t-shirt, she matched her casual demeanour, though her grey-blue eyes gazed at him sharply, deeply assessing.

“I wasn’t sure you would come.”

~?

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