Captain's Quarters - Side Sim

Posted Sept. 17, 2020, 10:32 a.m. by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) (James Sinclair)


Cochrane scowled and his jaw clenched. “Is albinism that uncommon that your very own people would sell you into slavery to the rich and powerful? Why not just pay for the genetic modification?” The question was logical… the tone was barely suppressed anger. Few things immediately set off Alex’s temper… the practice of slavery was two of those things.

Cochrane, CO

“Yes, I’ve read some of the history that befell your Azj’don ta. They make up less than six thousandths of a percent in your species numbers. The Azj’don ta on Baj make up around 1.5 thousandths of a percent. We are rare and during certain feasts, even venerated—because we are thought to bring good luck to our surroundings. But those with no ethics wouldn’t think twice about making a small fortune by kidnapping us.” The dark thoughts were messing with the pleasant buzz from the wine. In an attempt to keep it going, she emptied her glass.

“Its so strange…I never thought this disturbing part of our history would touch me…” Zef held out her glass for a refill. Everyone had bad memories. She knew that. As she gazed at Alex, she wondered what terrible things he kept hidden from everyone, afraid to admit to them because it might give someone else power they wouldn’t otherwise have had over him.

Alex poured some more wine in her glass and said “Any culture’s history has a bad habit of reaching through time to effect its people. Universal truth.”

As he filled her glass, Zef shook her head. “I never expected to talk about this with anyone on the ship. I’m not in danger or anything…I mean, maybe from Kalig, but it isn’t something that hangs over my head all the time.”


He smed a wry smile as he topped off his glass and leaned back. “Nothing a few photon torpedoes wouldn’t solve.” and he looked at her and grinned wickedly, but with no small amount of humor.

Cochrane, CO

She smiled and bit her bottom lip. The wine was having the desired effect on her, making things soft around the edges and letting private thoughts slip though sober barricades. “Awwwww, would you do that for me? Would you blow my ex brother in law to smithereens so I don’t ever have to worry about him again?” The smile traveled to her eyes as she teased him.


Alex tossed his head back and laughed. “Oh, I would do it for you and myself as well. No offense to your extended family… but your brother-in-law is a d$#k.” and he smiled as he took a drink.

Looking at Rollo, he said “I was just about to make myself something to eat. Want to join me? Not to brag, but I’m not at all a bad cook.”


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