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side-sim Ten Forward and Tracking People Down

Posted July 4, 2020, 7:58 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Tactical Officer) (David Shotton)

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Posted by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) in side-sim Ten Forward and Tracking People Down
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“Arrows? I thought you meant a phaser,” Nash looked at her clearly impressed. “So you shoot, sail and are descended from pirates and raiders,” he smirked. “You are an interesting woman, that’s for sure.” Pausing a moment he worked on cutting his potato before he continued speaking.

“I can shoot a phaser, actually I can shoot just about anything with varying degrees of success. But that doesn’t do much good,” Revna’s eyes getting a far away look, “in close quarters.” She tugs just below the collar of her shirt, something like a since crossing her face. Suddenly eating is just too difficult with the pain in her chest.

Nash noted the movement and followed it with his eyes, and he didn’t miss the look on her face just for an instant. There was a physical feeling attached to the memory the topic had raised. He wondered at why he wanted to know more, but he knew he wasn’t going to ask about it tonight. He just nodded his understanding.

Whatever it was obviously bothered her as she pulled at the shirt is if it was irritating. She shrugged to ease the muscles and as she did the top of a very jagged scar could be seen. Still red, swollen and healing.

Nash noted the scar, the adjustment of her shirt. At some point he was going to ask her about it, he was curious now but the time felt wrong for it. In his mind, his inner smirk was ironic. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours ran through his head, but he understood. Scars on the outside in this day and age were often trivial. It was the scars on the inside that left a mark that were harder to heal.

“A simulator taught me to sail,” Nash admitted. “Mintara Prime is high technology and very Eco focused. Our sail boats we use for recreation are largely automated, all we do is steer. If we even feel like doing that much. The computer adjusts the sails for wind and centreboard for current, even the position of the hulls on the water in our catamarans. So I’ve sailed, but nothing like in the old movies where you’re pulling on ropes and running from side to side.”

Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO

“My parents can sail the old way, and I guess I could if necessary, but I preferred the onboard computer. The dragonships, yes they were really called that, are too much for 2 or 3 people.”
Lt Edman, Counselor

“They sound fun,” Nash said, and put down his cutlery and picked up his beer. “Like I mentioned earlier pirates always held a fascination for me as a kid. Of course we had none on Mintara Prime, only movies and stories. My Dad was Starfleet, he was killed in the Dominion War which is what made me sign up as soon as I was old enough. He and I used to sit and watch those movies for hours when I was a kid, he loved them as well. He’s the one that gave me the coin I showed you earlier, on the last birthday I had before he died. He picked it up on Earth when he attended the Academy, gave it to me before he returned to duty from leave. I guess he knew what was going to happen, they were dark times.

Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO

Ah, so that is the significance of the coin. Revna felt honored he’d shared that with her. She already knew he was the type of person to play his cards close to the chest. “I would say that I am sorry for your loss, but I’m sure they are empty words to you after all these years.” Revna turned so she could lean back against the bar. “My family was untouched by the war. I have some cousins in Star Fleet but they were all in the academy then. When I shipped out for my first your I was on a hospital ship. We never saw battle, just the aftermath.”

Lt Edman, Counselor

“After all these years and so many meaningless high ranking pips saying that, your right, it means little,” Nash admitted. “My Father was part of the Seventh Fleet in the Dominion War, Serving on Admiral D’grets Flagship the U.S.S. North Star at the Battle of Tyra. The Federation lost 98 ships and 24,000 casualties. The Dominion took no prisoners that day and destroyed any disabled Starfleet ships that could not retreat.” Nash now moved back to the Tequila, this wasn’t a beer topic at all.

Revna saw him go for the tequila and sighed internally. She needed something harsher than tequila. What had happened here? She’d come to insure he was fit for duty, not delve into such dark topics. She had had no intention of asking him about his time fighting. That was a topic for another day. She knew the facts put in his file by Star Fleet and she knew everyone of them was anchored deep to the lies and opinions command wanted seen. And it disgusted her. She’d seen it many times when her reports on patients had been changed to meet the message command wanted people to see.

“I promised myself to never let myself feel so helpless again. I vowed that if I had the ability to do the right thing, I would, so I joined Starfleet the following year when I was old enough. During Academy I was stationed on patrol ships around Earth, the experienced crews we had left were needed at the front so the Defence of Earth was left to us mostly and orbital defences. When the Breen attacked Earth in ‘75 it was a shock to us all, and probably started the whole issue I’ve had with the Breen since. I lost a lot of people I cared about in that fight.” He shrugged, he wasn’t the only one to lose people and he wouldn’t be the last.

Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO

Helpless…that was a good word for it. Helplessness had sent her back to school. She hadn’t been qualified or prepared to help those she’d been told to help, so she had gone back to learn more and be better. In the end she’d failed anyway. She waved at Harry, “2 double shots, black label, whisky. And what ever he wants.” When Harry brought them she took both glasses and tossed them both back in quick succession. She let the burn ease the ache, or try to anyway. She’d learned long ago that not every moment required words, and in this case if words needed to be said she didn’t have them. They would be empty words anyway and Revna had always tried to never offer empty words.

Lt. Edman, Counselor

Now Nash grinned properly, not the smile as before, but the grin that showed the thing that tended to make others twitchy if they didn’t know him. Harry gave him two shot glasses without being asked, and Nash filled them both with his Tequila. He had other drinks, but tonight Tequila was his choice. One of the glasses he pushed back slightly away from him, the other he shot neat then refilled it, placing the bottle down beside the first shot glass he had not touched.

“I was wondering when you would get tired of the lemonade and ice tea, Princess. It goes lousy with Steak anyway,” He took the lighter out of his pocket and relit the cigar stub, leaving the lighter on the bench this time for when he needed it next. Looking over his shoulder at the room, he blew a small cloud of smoke in the general direction of no one and turned back around.

Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO


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