Posted Jan. 14, 2021, 2:37 p.m. by Lieutenant Luke Wyatt (Chief of Security) (J Ridgley)
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Side Sim - TIme after time
Posted by Lieutenant Luke Wyatt (Chief of Security) in Side Sim - TIme after time
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Side Sim - TIme after time
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Faye nodded slowly and looked up at him. “I was fifteen, Luke. My parents built a life on our colony and then fought to defend it. Like I said, everyone ‘as regrets. But.. I don’t regret fightin’. ‘Cause I did fight at times. Not a lot, but I helped my parents, or at least my dad with tech stuff. My mom disappeared when I was thirteen. She wasn’t dere when the Dominion came. I’m sorry our fight caused her death, but I can’t and won’t take responsibility for every hurt everyone else experienced at the hands of a group that numbered on the thousands. It’s not fair,” she said adamantly. She was tired of being blamed for stuff she couldn’t have done anything about. And while she had regrets, to this day defending her home in the way she could was not one of them.
“I never said I was blaming you for anything, everyone has their differences some worst than others. I have my own fair share of things I’m not proud off too” He leaned back placing his free right hand on the top of the sofa and began to take in the bare room, “Were rather alike, perhaps more than we would care to admit., and that is a scary notion for either of us to consider.”
There was a lot of things Faye could admit to being scared of, but finding similarities with others was not one of them, not even someone she had butted heads with like Wyatt. Again, it spoke to the way people assumed she saw them and often was was rather quite different.
Calloway chuckled. “Besides, as everyone who hates us is ‘appy to remind us, we got ours well and good when the Cardassians joined the Dominion. Don’cha worry Luke, we paid for our resistance…” she said with a bitter laugh. All these years later the memory of the bodies scattered all over their settlement was etched vividly in her mind.
~Faye Calloway
His gaze fell back to Faye, there really wasn’t much else to look at in a room so stark. “And we paid our dues too.” He raised his glass, “To shattered memories and damaged pasts” He took a longing gulp before settling again. “You know this stuff’s illegal right? Even out here in the Delta Quadrant” He joked shaking his head, “Im going to regret this in the morning, well later on really.” He paused then thought about his words, “The drinking not talking to you of course, I’ve…” He paused again and decided what the heck, a little liquid courage inside of him. “I’ve enjoyed talking to you.”
- Luke Wyatt
“Glutton for punishment, you are,” she said as she gave him a lopsided smile and reached for the quickly emptying bottle. “It’s very legal, ashually,” she said. “You’re thinkin’ of Romulan ale, their other blue drink. Dat stuff will knock ya on your ass after a glass or two. Dis is Romulan whiskey. Less… ass kicking, more taste.” She poured herself another glass and knocked back half of it.
“Though, I might regret drinking this much later today.” Faye started chuckling. “I was supposed to go see de counsellor after I had some sleep. She might have something to say if I show up drunk. Ah well… won’t be the first mistake I make in all dis.”
~A rather drunk Faye Calloway
“Ah counsellor Rollo” Luke said as someone who was reminiscent of an old friend, in truth he had met her a few times with the last being a somewhat of a date meet counselling session They went scuba diving, one of his more favourable past times and while Luke enjoyed her company nothing come of it, “She’s good at her job, I know counselling isn’t for everyone but it helped me get through the worst of it” He finished his drink, the effect of having drunken so much already paying dividends. “We all make mistakes, I made one when I met you, I decided your motives before actually getting to know you, now look at us.” He motioned between them, “Were finally not at each others throats”
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