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Chivalry Isn't Dead... But It Is Very Very Angry

Posted May 9, 2021, 3:56 p.m. by Lieutenant Alexis Bonner (Scientist, Medical Researcher) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Lieutenant Dr. Solomon Kane (Medical Research & Development) in Chivalry Isn’t Dead… But It Is Very Very Angry

Posted by Lieutenant Alexis Bonner (Scientist, Medical Researcher) in Chivalry Isn’t Dead… But It Is Very Very Angry

Posted by Lieutenant Dr. Solomon Kane (Medical Research & Development) in Chivalry Isn’t Dead… But It Is Very Very Angry

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Alexis nodded holding still as the device did its work. She laced her fingers with his again. She liked holding his hand, but he knew that already. She smiled, extremely happy he liked her tattoos. She hadn’t intended to show them to him, like this, or she wasn’t sure when or how, but this was not a scenario she could have pictured. .....And then she realized all she had was a blanket staring into the eyes of a man she was very attracted to and who had also just saved her from her worst nightmare. She looked around the room, broken glass and blood on the floor. The area near the bedroom door was…it made her blink: dented bulkheads, blood, and what looked like pieces of torn cloth. She returned her gaze to his. “Can we get out of here? I don’t care where you take me, I just don’t want to be in here.”
Bonner

Kane looked down at the blanket and grinned. “Absolutely… but I doubt the blanket is going to stop tongues from wagging.” and he looked up at her. “I’ll grab you a shirt. We’ll go to my place. I dont think ‘public’ spaces are where we should be right now.” and he stood up and walked right into her bedroom like he lived there.

Searching the closet first, he found a loose fitting pale blue shirt and grabbed it. It wouldn’t constrict her, and she would probably be sore in a few hours when the adrenaline and meds wore off. He came in and handed it to her, then turned his back so she could put it on.

Kane

While he was gone, and for some reason it didn’t bother her that he was walking around like he belonged there, she started putting things back in the med kit, meticulously, carefully, hyper focused on the task. An after affect of phobic reaction and not her mind. She took the shirt and slipped it on over the blanket and the pulled the blanket out from under it. Right now she wasn’t sore from the fall or the cuts. She looked around again and saw his jacket covering the glass. “You didn’t get cut did you?” She stood up moving around the glass realizing she was still shaking slightly. She closed her eyes, deep breath, till she settled a bit. “Frigga door.” And she pointed the opposite direction of herself, hoping she wouldn’t walk through the glass.
Bonner

“Nope, I’m good. Just some teeth marks on some fingers.” Kane said flatly and then lifted his coat after Frigga went to the door. He shook it out and then looked around. “Cleaning cycle will take care of this, but you’ll have to requisition a new table. Now… c’mon. Lets get outta here.” and he ushered her out the door. Across the passageway, two Engineers had stopped and were staring at the wall and deck. On the wall, a small bloodstain was visible about a foot off the floor. Below it, a slightly larger stain. Kane didn’t look, he just put the jacket around Alexis’s shoulders and moved with her down the passage.

Kane

She plucked her combadge off the ruined shirt Solomon had to cut off of her and absently attached it to her shirt. She didn’t care about the table or the cleaning cycle, she just wanted to get out of there. She nodded, “Okay.” Alexis saw the stains and but Kane had her walking past it before she could really observe anything about it. His jacket was warm and chased away the last of the chill. It smelled of real leather and something else that she liked. She followed him down the corridors until they stopped at his door. Frigga trotted along behind them quietly sniffing everything, but only stopping when they did.
Bonner

The door slid open and Kane said “Come on in.”

The room was… well… ‘spartan’ would be an understatement. No personal effects to speak of. No pictures. No mementos or memorabilia or souvenirs of past lives or loves. Everything she could see was standard Fleet issue.

Except for one thing.

Stuck the wall by the door to the bedroom was a single piece of paper… a pencil drawing. It was a woman, bent low over a very familiar work station, her hair tied up in a bun and with a stylus stuck in it.

Alexis took in the room, somehow it didn’t surprise her. After what he’d told her, the bits and pieces, she doubted he had anything, other than his tattoos, that he was able to keep from his life, before or after ‘the accident.’ She did notice the picture but it would take time to figure out or even process that. The drawing though could have been a photograph. And then she grinned, he was watching her! She had a fleeting though wondering if she could distract him over those ear pods as much as he did her.

Kane went to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle and a glass. He poured some of the brownish liquid in it and handed it to her. “Here. It’ll help. And… before we continue with anything… I think you and I need to talk.” and he gestured to the loveseat under the window.

Kane

She took the glass and took a swallow. It burned going down and she made a face. She sat on loveseat, back to the window. Talking meant information and questions and information to learn. She took another sip of the drink and felt the heat from it start slowly. “Okay. What do you want to talk about?” Frigga followed them in and wandered all around before finding a place under the chair, just her nose sticking out.
Bonner


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