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Early Morning - Arrival to the Dresden

Posted July 11, 2019, 1:23 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Eshrallias sh’Vheris (Chief Science Officer) (Trin S)

OOC: Thank you for your patience with Vee’s arrival, the last few weeks have been insane, haha.
Also, feel free to hop in if you’d like. The end of this thread will be fairly open ended. :D
IC:

Two months prior..San Francisco, Earth
Confined to her hospital bed, Eshrallias lay vulnerable to the world. Her body ached; a searing pain shot through her foot as if it had been put to flame—but she knew there was nothing left to burn. It was her mind’s frantic attempt to reassure itself that she was still whole, when more than her foot had been ripped from her. Greater than the ache of those phantom pains was the haunting memory of that evening…no amount of sedatives could erase the looming cloud that had settled into the back of her mind. It was a monster she would have to face on her own.

“Vee?” A voice protruded through her silence; a curvaceous wave struggling to breach the dome she had erected around herself. It protected her; shielded her, but it also took a part of her with each passing hour. “Vee, can you hear me?”

Tempted to hold her silence, Vheris did not open her eyes. She was not in the mood to talk, nor did she wish to discuss what she had seen. Oh how she knew Starfleet was just waiting to get her account of that moment—that moment that had taken all but three lives aboard the Poseidon.

Maybe if she pretended to be asleep, they would leave her alone. It was childish, something Vheris was strongly against, but she could not muster the energy to face those demons.

“She might be asleep, Isadora.” A voice achingly familiar pierced the veil that separated them.

“I’ve spent too many nights watching over her to know she isn’t asleep, Troy.” A gentle shuffle told Vheris her mother had turned away. “I hate seeing her like this. She’s never been..weak.”

“Everyone falls from time to time, darling. I just hope she gets back up. It’d be a shame to let this kick her ***.” It was clear he knew Vheris was listening, the tone of his voice was so pointed, so direct there was no way he had been convinced by her charade. “Let her get some rest. Besides, y’know Mik’s munchkins can’t handle the suspense much longer.”

“True. Tomorrow they can stop by. I’m sure their aunt could use a little love right now.” Vheris, grateful her back was turned to her family, couldn’t hide the smile that broke out on her face. It was painful now..but with time and the support of her family, she knew old wounds would heal.

Mik’s kids did have the magic touch.

Two weeks prior..Starfleet Headquarters, San Francisco, Earth.
“Lieutenant?” A gentle voice belonging to a young, soft-spoken secretary shook Vheris from her daze. She was a petite lady, her youthful figure, and doe-like features assuming she was no older than 25. Quiet, demure.. weak. “Admiral Von Essen is ready for you.”

“Thank you, Ms..” Vheris searched for any indication of her name; a small plaque, twisted haphazardly upon the tabletop offered her a snippet of a possibility. “..Joseph.” On her feet, she towered over the poor secretary. Leisurely she passed, as not to knock Joseph from her grip. Still she staggered.

From the reception hall to his office, the atmosphere changed. Stagnant walls faded to the darkness that shrouded plaques from the faint light that illuminated the Admiral’s desk. It was much sullener than she would have expected of the infamously upbeat man.

Looming over the railing that separated him from the large, glass paned windows that overlooked the San Franciscan skyline, a lithe man braced himself, watching quietly as the sun cast its final rays across the horizon. He seemed desolate in his vigilance.

“Admiral?” She approached him from behind, tentatively as not to spook him.

“Ms. Eshrallias,” He turned to her, a jovial expression challenged by the glimmer in his eyes for prominence over his aged features. Silver tainted the edges of his sideburns, sending eloquent streaks through what once was sandy blond hair. She nearly didn’t recognize him in their thirteen years of separation. “How are you feeling?”
“Better, Admiral.” Vheris returned, as not to cause suspicion by her superior. If she spoke in detail, she doubted she would be permitted to leave Earth without further psychiatric care—which she had managed to avoid since her arrival.

“Good,” She could read the skepticism in her eyes, grateful he chose not to press the subject. “I’m sure you’re wondering why you’ve been called here.”

“As cliché as it may be, Admiral, I am.” Vheris admitted, following the older man to his desk where she stood, her fingers grasping the back of the chair. “I have already been questioned about the Poseidon and the events of that evening. If you require more information, I’m afraid I cannot offer it, sir.”

“This isn’t about the Poseidon, Lieutenant. That situation is out of my control and has been handed over to Starfleet investigative services.” He returned, gesturing for the Andorian to take a seat before him. In his patience, he pulled up her file on the monitor beside him.

“Then what is this about, sir?” Vheris had several theories as to the Admiral’s reasoning for calling this meeting—most of which did not end well for her. She had not done anything wrong in the situation of the Poseidon, but she knew there was much she could have done better.

“Don’t look so frazzled,” He shook his head, staring directly at her apparently blank expression. “I didn’t call you here for a demotion, condemnation or any form of reprimand. In all honesty, you’re here because one of our fleet’s ships is down a Science Chief and I believe you will fit the role well.”

Vheris, quick to snatch the opportunity to get back into the field, could not escape the grin that plundered her lips. “What ship and when?”

“USS Dresden, NCC-1837-D, Maverick Class. She is not particularly known for her science department, considering she is a battle borne vessel. However, should you wish to dabble in the science behind weaponry, I’m sure you’ll find the Dresden to be suitable for such pursuits.” He informed. “Think you can handle the chaos?”

“With all due respect, Admiral, I come from a family of Imperial Guards,” Vheris remarked, “There is no life without chaos.”

“I figured as much, Commander.” He watched her expression warp into confusion and smirked.

Present day, Dresden shuttlebay.
The shuttle settled in the Dresden’s shuttlebay, Eshrallias wasted no time in throwing her bag over her shoulder, the restlessness of imprisonment in the belly of a small craft propelling her through the shuttle’s lowering door. Vheris had never been keen on small spaces, for them she was much too large. Adjusting her hold, she peeled open the bag’s top pocket, pulling a PaDD from its resting place atop neatly folded cloth. Flicking it on, she was relieved to find it as she had left it: a window of information prepped and ready for use.

A quick scan of her surroundings, and Vheris was off towards the shuttlebay’s entry doors, in pursuit of her quarters to relieve herself of her few belongings. She had no intentions of wasting time, for she still had check-ins and settling in to complete before shift began (she hoped) the following morning.

Lt. Cmdr. Eshrallias
A somewhat frazzled CSO


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