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Side Sim: Duality Shaken Not Stirred (Risa)

Posted Aug. 12, 2020, 2:15 a.m. by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) (Ian Kerby)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Isabel Delaney (Security Officer) in Side Sim: Duality Shaken Not Stirred (Risa)

Posted by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) in Side Sim: Duality Shaken Not Stirred (Risa)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Isabel Delaney (Security Officer) in Side Sim: Duality Shaken Not Stirred (Risa)
It had been for her, a very long day. First, she had been security detail for the Conference. Then she had been nearly blown up, shot at and kidnapped. Held captive, beaten (and boy did she feel every part of that one), transported to another person to be held captive, beaten again (ouch), saved people including her mirror self, went out in a blaze of shooting against a mob of monsters, and then all that had happened here on Risa. She had died, or should have from that blast. It was her job and she had been prepared to do what was necessary to save lives… always had been and now, sitting on the dias, she found herself unscathed and alive. She felt stumped; lucky to have lived through that, but also feeling like her brain had not really caught up to the reality.

Until it caught up, she decided she didn’t want to sit her by herself. Everyone was reeling from the end of their own personal battles so she didn’t expect others to make a fuss over her. Besides, what fuss could there be if she was unharmed? Another incongruity her mind was struggling with. HOLY MOTHER OF GOD I THOUGHT YOU DIED! was kind of expected and yet not received because she was safe. The Prophets had seen it fit not to let her sacrifice be the end of her. It wasn’t as though she needed accolades for saving a life, but it felt weird not to have it noticed. She shook her head. This was just weird.

Izzy had done her part though, quite a big part and she took pride in that… solidarity in that… calm from that. She had done her job and that was all she really needed. Let her mind percolate on her expectations vs reality at some other juncture. For now, she stood and looked for her mirror self.

Delaney, Sec

Isabel appeared from the gloom as if bidden by a force beyond thought. She walked right up to Izzy and slipped into a hug with her twin. Stepping back she grinned “Damn fine security sacrifice there sister, wished I’d got there in time to do it myself”.

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

Family was family and though this was a mirror of Isabel herself, it felt like family to her as they wrapped each other in a warm hug. She smiled a bit ruefully at the other woman who’s face matched her own, though the hair did not. “Nice haircut.”

Running her hand over the buzzcut Isabel grinned cheekily, “Sleek, all the better to beat you in a race”.

Then a thought occurred to her and she didn’t know if the answers would haunt her or help her to fight through the pain she felt every day. Since that day in a Cardassian Prison facility, she missed her oldest brother Aiden. His death had been the spark of a rebellion in her that had caused the death of many of her enemies as well as cost her her career in the Marines. The haunted look in her eyes now could not be hidden, not from basically herself. She looked up and swallowed hard. “Is.. is Aiden alive here?”

Delaney, Sec

Instantly divining what the question meant for her twin Isabel looked almost guiltily at the ground for a moment before replying. “He is,” she said simply, “Thanks to you we all got out of that infernal machine”. Conflict filled her face and she went to speak again but then couldn’t find the words.

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist


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