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side - sim: What No One Else Sees

Posted May 6, 2023, 11:25 a.m. by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in side - sim: What No One Else Sees

Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in side - sim: What No One Else Sees

Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in side - sim: What No One Else Sees
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Several hours and a pointless boarding party later, the small ship had been discovered to be the wreckage of a Nausican pirate ship. The hull was damaged, the engines dead, and escape pods jettisoned. No crew remained on board. There was nothing of use or value on board, either.

Marceau had gone over to the ship with the boarding party on a shuttle not piloted by Helena, and the fill in pilot had nearly missed the docking port on the other ship, scaring Marceau half to death in the process. The mission had otherwise been uneventful.

Upon return, Marceau gave orders to continue their previous heading, and then turned command of the bridge over and left to check if Helena had returned from Sickbay.

~ Marceau

Helena had felt the bay doors open and knew a shuttle left. She had no idea Marceau was on the shuttle, but it sucked. It should be her flying it. She didn’t say a word about it though. Her due punishment for not taking care of herself. She left sickbay and returned to her room because Marceau wasn’t done yet, and letting herself into his quarters was a little telling.

She figured Marceau would check her cabin when he was done.

Helena

Marceau checked her quarters first. He knocked and waited for an answer. When the door opened, he looked about as terrible as he had that morning. He smiled at her and stepped in, “You didn’t miss much. There was nothing on that ship. Just a Nausican wreckage.”

~ Marceau

Helena was stretched out on her bunk reading her copy of Edith Hamilton’s Mythology. She smiled at him as he entered, but it quickly disappeared. Her book made a thwump and thud as she closed it and dropped it to the mattress next to her. “Nausican?” Her legs swung over the side of the bed as she stood in a rush (obviously faster than her body was comfortable with, but she didn’t stop) and moved the few feet across the room to the clothes locker. “Wreckage…a Nausican wreckage?” She grabbed a uniform out of the locker and proceeded to strip out of her casual clothes and pull on the jump suit.

Helena

“Helena, wait, no. You need to rest.” Marceau came up to her and put his hands on her shoulders. “No uniform for you.” He looked at her, trying to get her to meet his gaze, “There were no Nausicans left on board. They were wiped out. Our pilot who is on duty is flying us away from here, back towards our original heading.” He was watching her critically, with that doctor-look he used when he was treating her. “You’re moving too quickly. Your muscles are twitching. You need to sit down.”

~ Marceau

Helena didn’t have a choice but to stop as he put his hands on her shoulders. She did look at him, and she was scared. She knew first hand how ruthless and cruel and implacable Nausicans were. “Bixby has no combat experience. Just training simulations. If they come back you need me at the helm…Nausicans,” she whispered it like they might appear in the door way. “You should warn Cpt Baumann.” Of course Marceau knew that, Helena wasn’t given to irrational actions even when afraid, but Nausicans were personal. He said she needed to sit down and she thought he was crazy. She stared at him, “I need to be at the helm.” She said it slowly and clearly, trying to keep panic and fear at bay.

Helena

Marceau’s stomach felt like he was going to hurl all over again. The shuttle debacle had nearly been enough to put him over the edge on its own. Now he had to manage Helena’s panic so she didn’t make herself worse. He pulled her into a tight hug, pressing her against him. “Baumann knows already, just in case. Bixby is a fine pilot or he wouldn’t have been assigned Sojourner. How do you expect him to get experience if you never let him try?” He held on to her and shook his head against her, his fluffy, curly red hair brushing against her face. “We will be fine. I… I don’t like them either but we have a whole crew to help us. Just like you were telling me earlier.”

~ Marceau

Helena wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. Forcing herself to relax in the stillness. He was right her muscles were twitching, but that could just as likely be from adrenaline, but there wasn’t need to worry him more. “I expect him to get it when it’s not Nausicans.” Helena knew that was unreasonable and there was a hint of a laugh, but only barely. It had been years ago, but she remembered it quite clearly. She wrinkled her nose as his hair brushed her face. She pressed her face into his neck, and he could feel her breath shudder and feather across his skin. “I know.”

Helena

Marceau held onto her for a long while, trying to get her to relax. “It was a shipwreck. There weren’t any actual Nausicans.” He took a deep breath against her. His stomach hurt a lot and he wanted to rest. “The pilot missed the docking port and bumped that shipwreck with the shuttle,” he blurted out to her.

~ Marceau

Helena took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “I’m sorry. I just feel…useless.” It wasn’t that she hadn’t had other encounters with Nausicans or been in other hostile situations. She was tired and he didn’t look like he felt too well. She was going to suggest they sit, but his words brought her up short. Her eyes went wide and she leaned back to look at him. She didn’t say anything at first. Instead she pulled him over to sit next to her. “Are you okay? I mean physically you’re fine, but I know that had to bother you.” The hulls of the ship and shuttles were meant to withstand bumps and hits from things, especially at low sub light speeds. At warp, well that was why they had the deflector dish. She looked at him, “Did you take your antacids when it was time?”

Helena

“You aren’t. It’s just a day or two off and then you’ll be back.” He sat next to her when she pulled him, keeping his arm around her. “I, heh…” He took a shaky breath. “I will be fine.” The bump had done nothing to the shuttle besides scratch paint. But Marceau’s fear of flying made even little bumps scary. He looked at her sheepishly, “They’re in my quarters. I was going to take one when I got back, but then I decided to look for you first.”

~ Marceau

Helena slipped an arm around his waist and hugged him carefully. “I know how you hate it. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’ll check the shuttle over myself when I’m back on duty.” If she hadn’t been pushing herself so hard, she would have been piloting that shuttle herself. That wouldn’t happen again. “Go take it and we’ll go to the galley to eat. A short walk should be good for me, and then you can break out your board games.”

Helena

Marceau smiled at her. “I’m glad you were able to rest and get your visit with medical out of the way.” He nodded, hugged her again, and then stood. “I’ll be right back and then we’ll head to the galley.”

He left and returned a few minutes later. “Ready to go?” Marceau asked her, moving next to her to help her.

~ Marceau

Helena had pulled on compression leggings and long sleeved shirt. They helped when she was feeling overly tired. Over those she slipped into jeans and a peach knit sweater. When Marceau returned, she had finished lacing her boots. She stood, letting him help her up knowing it would make him feel better to do so. “I am. I’m hungry, let’s go.” She grinned and turned toward the middle of the deck and the lift. Helena made sure not to hurry but she did try to walk normally and let her muscles stretch. The galley was a long ride down to G deck with several people getting on and off the lift as they went. Some people gave them looks, others greeted them, and others were too focused on what they were doing to worry about it.

Helena

Marceau was helping her, but when they went out into the halls he changed how he was holding her to be less… Romantic. They reached the galley and he picked something bland again. “Do you want to eat here or…?”

~ Marceau

“We’ll eat here. Saves us a trip to bring the dishes back.” Helena had taken left overs of the pasta salad. On a ship, no food went to waste. It had to be eaten, and when Helena didn’t have to ask for it to be special made or pick things off, she was happy to eat the leftovers. She moved over to an empty table and sat down. People were used to seeing them eat together. Helena had never been shy or secretive about their friendship. Star Fleet was still a small organization and it wasn’t uncommon for people to form friendships and serve together off and on frequently. She looked around before digging into her food. “You know, I miss the jukebox.”

Helena


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