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Posted July 23, 2019, 7:35 p.m. by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster/Fate bringer) (Lindsay B)

Posted by Civilian Melaia Reez (Scientist) in Bridge- Main Sim

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jonathan Reez (Chief of Psychiatry) in Bridge- Main Sim

Posted by Captain Willow Taylor (Commanding Officer) in Bridge- Main Sim
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Willow’s mouth opened slightly and she stared at the woman. Was she serious? The overly authoritative response seemed to remove her footing. She blinked again and then frowned. “I’m sorry. But this is the USS Ogawa, a starfleet medical ship and I am Captain Willow Taylor. I don’t know who you think I am and who you think you are but I want to know how you got on board and what you want with us.”

She glanced at Tressex the back at their visitor. “Did you bring us here?”

Willow Taylor
CO

Planting her hands on her hips, the woman continued to look completely unimpressed.

Jonathan had made his way since leaving sickbay for them to check on his wife and kids to come to the bridge, feeling the room some he stayed quiet as the Captain spoke but sat at his post as he looked over the details on his nearby console.

Reez, CoP

Willow glanced at Jonathan and gave him a look that clearly asked have I gone crazy? Do you know this woman? she waited for the stranger to respond.

Willow Taylor
CO

“You know how much I love games,” the woman said, a smile slipping on to her face.

“No one likes games without prizes, maybe if we knew the prize people might be more interested in the games…” Jonathan said, his face gave little away as he looked back a the captain. It wasn’t meant to be funny, but more an attempt to coax additional information out.

Tressex had been so focused on the tachyon data that he wasn’t paying attention to the new arrival. “Tachyons?” he mumbled to himself. He then began looking at chroniton readings of the subspace pocket they were currently in. “Maybe this is some kind of temporal distortion… or maybe an overlaying of two separate dimensions…” he said softly.

Tressex, CSO

There was nothing to suggest that the tachyons were anything but the product of being in the subspace bubble, but they were definitely prevalent.

Ember, expecting the clamor of voices after an emergency, was surprised to find an eerie quiet as she slipped onto the bridge. The woman, whose fiery red hair would render her hard to forget, Sutalo could not put a name to. And judging by the expressions across the floor, she doubted she was the only one. Silently, she slipped from the turbolift and down near the Captain, her eyebrows furrowed in question of their coat-clad visitor.

Sutalo, DRO

Willow gave a small shake of her head in response, she didn’t know who this was either.

Willow Taylor
CO

The helm console lit up with a signal from engineering that function was restored and they might have partial impulse power.

-Lt(j.g.) Mark Pierce, CE

NE Makeusgo looked around the back to Willow. “Helm now online…” she said and trailed off.

With a slightly feigned sigh, the fiery-haired woman dropped her arms and shook her head. “I’m going back to the Infirmary, Jo. I told you to fix this. If you won’t, I will. Just don’t get mad if people come running to you complaining.” And with that the woman turned, stepped around Reez and disappeared into the turbolift muttering, “Stupid starbase. Why did I ever let myself get talked into working here.”

~MIschief Maker

Willow shook her head. The whole situation was kind of surreal…but regardless this was some sort of …very confused intruder…in starfleet garb. Questions later…she held a hand up. “Commander Reez, stop her.” She said quickly since Jonathan was closest.

“With what a proton pack? That’s your plan… get her?” Jonathan asked, unsure as to how to even go about doing what she suggested.

=^= Computer seal off turbo lift exits to the main bridge, security clearance Taylor-Alpha-3-1-9 =^=

Taylor
Co

“I don’t get paid for supernatural, all my degrees are for terrestrial lifeforms…” Jonathan said to himself as he muttered to himself.

Reez, CoP

=/-Turbolifts sealed,=/\= the computer responded.

The woman stood in the open turbolift looking unimpressed. “Just as my mood was starting to loo potentially brighter,” she grumbled. Running a hand through her long red hair, she glanced at Jon and smiled. “Though not everything is terrible today.”

~Mischief Maker


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