Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Anger and Accountability…Nash and Emily…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present
Entering the promenade Nash would be dumbfounded. The number of weapons fired would lead one to believe the space would have been a smoldering mess with blackened pockmarks along the walls and floors. From his vantage point however the scene was vastly different than what he could have imagined. The promenade was more disarrayed except for the large robotic MECH’s that surveyed all movement with what appeared to be a blue sensor. Ethan’s entry swiveled most of the MECH’s sensor eyes on him and then directly to what was in his hands.

The promenade was a disaster but not destroyed. “Ethan,” Emily’s voice carried laced with panic and fear as she and a few others tried to open the steel bullet-shaped coffin that was holding the kids. “Ethan, I can’t get her out.” Her fingers slipped over the completely seamless metallic surface. “Do something.”

Emily Nash

“Hang on, I’m here.” Nash ran to where Emily was struggling against the metal cocoon, casting a sidelong look at the mechs and half expecting them to do something. “Baby step back, I’m not sure how this works but it must do something.”

In his hand was the device the aliens had brought with them onto the ship, but as yet had been all but forgotten about. Holding it out in front of him, he turned it over to see if there was a button or control panel. “What happened Em? How the hell did she get stuck in that thing? Has she done anything since she’s been in it?” The worry of course was if there was air in the cocoon, and his gut dropped as the thought flashed through his mind that maybe their daughter wasn’t just comatose, that brought a cold sweat to his skin and a feeling of deep anger inside him.

Nash