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Shipwide Side Sim: An Unexpected Visit (Lounge)

Posted Jan. 22, 2019, 4:18 p.m. by Captain Molly Wright (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Joana Ribeiro)

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Posted by Captain Molly Wright (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Shipwide Side Sim: An Unexpected Visit (Lounge)

Posted by Commander Jebediah Harper (JAG) in Shipwide Side Sim: An Unexpected Visit (Lounge)
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When the conversation with her uncle had finally ended, Molly allowed herself a minute to sit down and process what she had learned. To let different facets of a new reality sink in. Finally, after a few moments of silence, Wright decided it was time to face another demon from her past. Another death… This time a friend who had been taken from the universe far too early.

Over the years, Molly had felt more and more responsible for Belle’s death. What-if scenarios played in her mind every time memories of her came to the surface. What if she hadn’t allowed those animals on board? What if she had pressed the CSO to make sure they were properly locked up? What if she had checked them herself? What if she had ordered Belle to be somewhere else on the ship? What if she had done something… anything differently? She wouldn’t have found Cal unconscious in his quarters… bottles of alcohol on the floor while she tried to bring him back from his drunken stupor fearing she had been too late. And Belle… Belle would still be alive.

Molly had failed her. And later Commander Harper, by not making sure that he got the news of his daughter’s passing directly from her. Instead, she had forced him to stumble on them in the worst way possible.

Sometimes she wondered why she had been made Captain after all that had happened. But in the end, fate seemed to have caught up with her. Her command taken away, the Turing a smoking crater on some other planet. She still kept the missive with the list of casualties. People that had trusted her and that had gotten an untimely demise because of it.

Shaking her head, Molly looked at the chronometer on the wall. Standing up, she smoothed her black uniform shirt with her hands. Intelligence… Yet another project she had failed at. The hours of questioning… the look Cal had given her just before he had left the room… it should have been her. It should have been her in Belle’s place. The list of people that she had hurt grew longer — her father, Belle, the whole crew of the Turing, Ashton, Ryan, and now Cal. Some of them could have been spared if she had been the one in the creature’s path… Ashton would have been sad, but not heartbroken by her own betrayal, the Turing wouldn’t have crashed, Ryan would never have met her, and Belle would still be alive… and probably still in Cal’s arms.

Closing her eyes for a second, she tried to hold back the tears. No matter how she felt, Commander Harper was on board, and she had the chance to at least do right by someone. Even if only once in her life.

He had said he was going to grab a bite to eat, so Molly wondered into the lounge looking for the man that had showed up so unexpectedly. The man who’s daughter she hadn’t managed to save, but who seemed so keen on guiding Wright through this process. Why? Molly didn’t know. Her only thought being that maybe he didn’t know who she was. She was determined to set that record straight.

Walking into the room, Molly looked around. Her gaze actively looking for Jebediah Harper.

Capt. Wright, CIO

At the farthest table, near a window, a man sat in front of a half eaten chef’s salad and a half empty mug of beer. He gazed out of the window solemnly. He was in this room, but his mind was a million miles away.

-Cmdr. Harper, JAG

After a few seconds, Molly’s gaze landed on the lone man eating at a distant table. There he is. She thought as she took a deep breath and started to walk in his direction.

Harper’s arrival (and then that of her uncle) had at least ensured that she hadn’t been confined to quarters, but as she moved through the lounge she felt like a death row inmate about to have their last meal. She wasn’t hungry anyway, so she was going to just skip in entirely.

Approaching the table, Molly’s hand fell on the back of the chair across from the JAG officer as she spoke in a lower tone, hoping not to startle him. “Commander, do you mind if I join you?”

Capt. Wright, CIO

He saw her reflection in the glass of the window the moment she walked into the room. His heart raced as she spotted his and approached. She had been her friend, her commander. He was finally going to get to say the things he had been wanting to say all these years.

He didn’t turn to meet her gaze until she spoke, then his kind old eyes met hers. “Mind? Of course I don’t mind, please,” he said as he stood politely gesturing to the chair across from him. He waited for her to sit. “Would you like something to eat, or a drink perhaps? I was just thinking about having a bourbon.”

-Cmdr. Jeb Harper, JAG

Molly smiled softly as he unexpectedly stood up only to sit back down after she had joined him at the table. An old Earth politeness that she didn’t feel deserving of.

My father and I have an intense love for Bourbon, preferring to savor in its flavor than reveling in its effects. Long lost words came back to Wright’s mind, uttered by her old Chief of Security. They seemed distant, almost as if they came from a parallel reality where a very different Molly had lived.

“Bourbon sounds good.”

Those closer to Molly would know she didn’t drink. However, Intelligence had required her to leave the shadows of her own past behind and to partake every now and then for the sake of socializing. After all, socializing played a big part on the information gathering business. This was the farthest away from an intelligence mission she had ever been on — in fact, the last thing she wanted was to deal with anyone from the division — but she had thought it rude to decline.

For a moment, Molly remained silent pondering what to say, but quickly regained her voice.

“Thank you.” Wright started. “I feel that, of every case that you could possibly have taken, I’m the least deserving one, but thank you. I will be eternally grateful for your intervention.”

Capt. Wright, CIO


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