Posted Sept. 4, 2020, 4:35 a.m. by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) (Melissa Aragon)
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Side sim - Faye to the brig
Posted by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) in Side sim - Faye to the brig
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Side sim - Faye to the brig
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Faye continued with the sun salutation, stretching her arms back as she arched her back, feeling the upper back muscles pull taught and start to stretch. “Oh, undoubtedly. She’s with Intelligence, that much pretty much everyone knows at this point. And if they don’t she’s not making much fo a secret about it. But being with Intelligence doesn’t necessarily mean all the sneaky stuff people assume it does. There’s a lot of it that is just sitting at desks reading, or analyzing. Really boring, actually. But her, yeah, she’s got secret missions written all over her. ” It was really weird to have a conversation about her mother’s clandestine life with someone who was still pretty much a stranger to her. While she was in a brig cell. And doing yoga. Weird, but calming in a bizarre way.
“I want to be angry at her, and I am in some ways.” Faye exhaled abruptly and dropped her arms, losing her focus and posture. “I think it just makes me really sad. Because we missed so much, and we could have used each other.” It was a bitter pill to swallow knowing that she had needed her mother and maybe if she had been around at certain points her life might not have spiralled as terribly as it had. But Faye understood that she couldn’t turn back the clock and they couldn’t pretend that nothing had happened. “But regardless, she’s a stranger to me. Just a person I once knew.”
“Do you have family?” Faye asked, attempting to regain her ‘centre’ and coming back to tree pose, raising her hands above her head and pressing her fingertips together.
~Faye Calloway, Prisoner
“Yeah, but haven’t seen them in quite a while.” She didn’t mention the love she’d left behind when the Olympic scattered its personnel when decommissioned. It was still too painful a lesson that nothing latest long out here in the dark.
Faye might not be great with people all the time, but there was something about exchanging simple conversation (if more deeper than she expected) that kept the panic at bay. And while she wasn’t one to to push someone to talk about something they didn’t want to, she did notice when they glossed over things.
They spent another hour talking back and forth but the garden abs little things. As NE Moonstone showed up, Pretha smiled and came over to the force field of Faye’s cell. “Try and get some sleep. Let Moon know if you need anything. He’ll also get me if you need me, alright? He’s got orders that no one but the Captain or Doc sees you without Captain’s permission. So you won’t be bothered. Within reason,” Pretha laughed, “need anything before I go?” She couldn’t get extreme, but no reason to just duck and run on the woman, either.
Pretha
Sleep. That was a thing. Frankly, Faye knew she was exhausted but the idea of letting herself fall asleep in the cell was more than a little terrifying. She had even turned down food. She wasn’t hungry and if she ate she’d more than likely just vomit. Turning her head to gaze at Pretha, Faye shook her head. “Nah. You’ve been kinder already than anyone in my position ever expects.” She paused, frowning and exhaling loudly. “Just, when you leave here, when they’re all talking about the traitor in the brig and their various hypothesis about how and why she did what she may or may not have, remember that you know way more than any of them could possibly. And you’re a damn sight smarter too.” She almost grinned at Pretha and had she been a different kind of person she might even have winked.
~Faye Calloway, Prisoner
Pretha smiled for them both. “No worries. But try and sleep, you’ll need it. Tomorrow will be twice as long as today. And as far as whispers and rumors go, no one knows the true story but those of you present. So I’ll make sure everyone remembers that. And guilty, innocent, or special circumstances. I trust the Captain to judge you fairly. And I hope things work out for you.” She couldn’t say she hoped the woman was innocent. The facts were a bit too defined for that. But she could hope there was a reason behind the madness.
The CRIT Leader nodded once more to Faye, then to the NE and departed for her room. She needed some sleep as well. Something told her her role in all this wasn’t done yet.
Pretha
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