Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in Memory: Luna

Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in Memory: Luna

Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in Memory: Luna
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Akela nodded, “I’ll bring you both back something.” She headed down the corridor toward the large mess and out of sight.

Yvette, was sitting on her bunk next to Helena’s, doodling on a notepad. She looked up when Marceau came in and waved. She got up and walked over to him. “She’s still asleep. She’s barely moved the whole 8 hours. Whatever Akela gave her kept her out. She didn’t even stir when everyone came through during the lunch break.”

Yvette

“Allez manger,” Marceau said in French. Then he realized he’d spoken in French and translated: “Go eat.” He sat on the bunk on the other side of Helena’s, reclining onto it. “I will stay with Helena.”

~ Marceau

Yvette being one of their linguists didn’t mind when Marceau slipped into French. It kept her on her toes. “Elle ira bien. Nous nous en assurerons..” She slipped out of the bunk room as he sat. Helena slept for at least another hour. Some of the squad came in and saw Marceau sitting beside her and were unsure if they should stay or go. They all wanted to know what happened but wouldn’t ask. They were exceptionally quiet, not wanting to wake Helena up.

“Merci. Elle a besoin de se reposer et de faire une pause.” Marceau replied in French. He took a rest himself while he waited for her to wake, not sleeping, but eyes closed.

Kenneth was in a foul mood the whole day, which didn’t help the speculation. He was not happy with the route that Driscoll had taken and was going to talk to Marceau about reporting him for it. Full fledged captain or not, it wasn’t okay. What really was bothering him was how Driscoll mentioned how Helena hadn’t been with the squad in their off times. He felt like it was his fault, he was the one who handed down the punishment. Even though it had been lifted, Helena still stayed away. He’d made her a target. At least that’s how he felt, and he was angry at himself. He sat down on the opposite side of Marceau. “She still asleep?”

Kenneth

Marceau nodded. “I am glad she is. She needs the sleep. And the break from… Everything.” He gave a long sigh. “I can’t wait for this mission to be over.”

~ Marceau

“Not like last year is it?” Kenneth said. “The work isn’t bad. Not really. I’m enjoying really using everything we’ve learned, but all this other.” Kenneth shook his head and then sighed. “I feel like I did this to her. Maybe you should look for a different first officer.”

Kenneth

“No,” Marceau said. “Not like last year. I don’t mind space and we get real bunks.” He glanced at Kenneth and shook his head. “There is no better first officer. How do you think you did this?”

~ Marceau

Kenneth rested his elbows on his knees. He leaned forward and clasped his hands together. He glanced at Helena and away. “Something Driscoll said. About how they had noticed Helena wasn’t spending her free time with us any more. I… I didn’t mean to make that happen.”

Kenneth

Marceau clapped him on the shoulder. “You were right that there had to be consequences for her actions. You didn’t make her stop spending her time with us. You made her stay away from…” He realized even after the punishment ended why she had been staying away from the crew. She didn’t like Lucy. And Lucy had included herself in everything. “Lucy.” He finished and then sighed. “It is not your fault. We will fix this. We’re the blackjacks. We always do and always will.”

~ Marceau

Kenneth nodded, but the responsibility weighed heavy on him. “Do,” he sighed, “you don’t think Helena feels that way do you? That we… that I excluded her from us?”

Kenneth

“I think Lucy excluded her, not you. I think Helena knows that.” Marceau looked at him. “I’m going to have a talk with her. Akela said she said some pretty concerning things.”

~ Marceau

Kenneth nodded. Marceau was right, now that he thought about it. Why hadn’t any of them said anything? Stopped it? They should have. He looked sharply at Marceau. “Concerning? What…?” He shook his head. Akela and Marceau were doctors, that was confidential. “I think I’m going to go find something to do.”

Kenneth

Marceau was angry at Lucy and himself for letting it happen. “Don’t blame yourself, Ken. Helena will be okay.”

~ Marceau

Kenneth nodded and headed to check on everyone else. He knew Yvette had switched shifts so he also made sure to check and make sure she had gotten a meal.

Helena slept awhile longer, but not much. She rolled in her sleep and groaned. She had slept long enough and hard enough she was stiff and her head hurt. Her hand presses against her head and she cursed in her native Icelandic.

Helena

Marceau sat up as soon as he heard her start moving. He smiled at her. “Helena. How do you feel?”

~ Marceau

Helena looked over, used to finding him in the next bunk. She grinned, a flippant remark on its way out. Then her face changed. A brief flash of sadness and then a neutral mask as shenfully woke up and recent events returned to her. She sat up. “I’m fine. Ready to go back to work.” Assuming she wasn’t being discharged by Driscoll.

Helena

“Helena, attendez.” He said, slipping into French again. A sure sign of his anxiety and stress. The words sounded like ‘’elena attonday’. “Please, talk to me. What’s wrong?” He asked, giving her a concerned look. Not even as a cadet captain or doctor, but as her friend.

~ Marceau

Helena looked conflicted. Right now the problem felt like to her that she was his friend, but not the other way around any more. If it wasn’t for the fact he wouldn’t fly with anyone else, she was certain he would have traded her to another squad by now. Not that it mattered. Driscoll was going to kick her out.

The worst part was, she hadn’t been insulting or threatening Lucy. Not at first, but then that high priced doll twisted it. So no Helena shouldn’t have put her in her place the way she did. The whole squad sided with her. Lucy took advantage of it too. Not even when it was work related did anyone stand up for her, or with Driscoll. It was fine. They made their choice obvious. And because she couldn’t attend meetings, she wasn’t contributing like she should to the team. So Driscoll was right about her.

She looked at him, unable to say anything. It didn’t matter. She just wanted to go back to work. Maybe if she went to Driscoll and told him the strain was too much, she couldn’t handle it, he would ket her resign without penalty?

Helena