Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Side sim- River’s office- What are we to our reflections

Posted by Lieutenant River Styxx (OIC Marine) in Side sim- River’s office- What are we to our reflections

Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Side sim- River’s office- What are we to our reflections
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What was in a mirror. Was it a window into the soul and a reflection of the present or was it the home of the past, a place to look back and think. For River it was a window to someone she no longer recognised. Who was that person she saw before her. Maybe it was a ghost.

In truth River had no idea what was Happening to her she used to be cold and hard, unswayed by anything and never phased by anything. Now 18 months later she was soft and prone to out bursts. The briefing had proved that. Maybe it was the time she had spent in the luxury of ship. Warm food, comfy beds and hardly any threat of death. Maybe it was opening those boxes after so long or maybe it was just that dam letter. All these things had happen close to each other at the worst possible moment, a perfect storm of emotion. Dam emotion why did it have to be so powerful, why couldn’t she just turn them off like she used to be able to do. Why did they have to hit her hard and so quickly.

Why was she so weak to let them in, to let them control her. She had lost men before hundreds of thousands of them. Why where these five weighing on her mind so much. Why did she let them, why did she have to be so dam soft. Without thinking River’s fist shot out smashing into the till by her sink. The pristine white mixed with a trickle of red. Regarding her hand she winced and washed the blood away. The sudden outbursts and rush of pain helped for a moment but soon the emotions where back.

Sighing River left her bathroom and walked the empty rooms of her quarters. Peering at the trinkets and memories stored on the walls within. The memories of someone else someone River didn’t recognise much any more. Her eyes landed on the case of medals all federation except for two one was Klingon the other was Romulan. * was it worth it. Was the cost worth the pay off * River thought to herself * No. Not then. Not Now * Again in the reflection of the glass River saw someone another version of herself, another ghost. Pulling herself away river sat behind her desk. Picking up the old photo that sat there.

She saw the faces and placed her hand on each of them. A happy family, a loving family. “What would you think of me now? Of what I’ve become? I wish I had you both here now to give me your strength. Maybe then I wouldn’t be so weak, so open to emotion.” She said sadness in her voice. Shaking her head she turned to her computer. As soon as she did she saw the letter and wiped her eyes. It read

Dear Lieutenant Styxx

I am writing to you today to inform you that we have begun the exhumation of the mass grave behind the remains of the star fleet base of operations. I understand this news my distress you and I know what I am to ask you next is equally hard.

I must ask for your permission to exhume the remains of Lily Styxx. Though she was not your biological daughter. The records show that her adoption was finalised the day the attack started. As a result you are her sole close relative and it is your permission we need. She will be treated with the utmost care and respect and we will make sure she is put to rest properly.

Please forward your reply as soon as possible

Regards

Lieutenant Richard Dresden

Chief medical officer Acheron
River had no words and she had no more strength to fight the tears that fell. She quickly wrote her reply and moved on. Taking a moment to grab a drink of water and to take a breather. Once she had battled the tears back down she returned to the computer.

“Computer begin dictation of Apology letters” she said shaking. As she spoke she watched her reflection in the window. It was going to be a long night.

Lieut Styxx (Marine OIC)

A chime at the door echoed in the room. Ian waited outside the space not sure how the next hour or so was going to go. The past week the crew had been sucker punched and now they were trying to see out of their big black eye and bleeding nose. This was not something new or unknown in the Federation. Starfleet’s main charter was exploration but space had always been a dangerous place to be. Since the Space Race started back in 1950 on Earth. Thousands of people had died leaving Earth’s atmosphere, colonizing planets, and meeting new races. While it stung right now, at least the Altantis was still in one piece. Other ships on First Contact with hostile races were not that lucky.

Now it was time to get a bag of frozen peas on their eye, shove some cotton up their nose, and regroup.

Ian Boardeax CO

River heard the door chime and sighed, getting up she walked towards it. Normally she would just say come and whoever it was would walk in. But for some reason River felt the need to open it herself. As soon as she did, she regretted it because standing there, right now, on a day like today was the man River wanted to see the least.

It took all of River’s strength not to just slam the door shut and have Ian dragged out of marine country. But something told her to see what he wanted. It would be clear to Ian that River was not in a good mood, and her eyes where red and slick from tears.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve coming down here and showing up at my door ” she said coldly with an undertone of anger “Unless you’ve got one hell of a reason.” she added sharply. River didn’t move to let Ian in instead she stood in her door frame waiting for him to speak. #

Lieut Styxx (Marine OIC)

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Ian said now equally irritated raising his hands. “You want to join the I hate the Bordeaux fan club? I hear they are making t-shirts on deck three. Go get one before they are all gone.” Being a diplomatic officer, Ian was used to tense and emotional situations. If Styxx was so blinded by emotion and hate right now, it was futile to stick around. She, along with everyone else, was looking for a single place to lay blame. Until they moved past this point, it was best to give them space. “It was a mistake coming here. I can see that now so thank you for handling Jessa with the grace and compassion her kind would definitely not afford us. The body is in the morgue. I will contact you when it is released.” Ian turned on his heel to leave Styxx to whatever she was doing before he arrived.

Ian Bordeaux

As Ian tried to walk away two marines came round the corner and stopped dead. One was Freya the Ferasan marine that was on the promenade. She was out f her armour and her dark blue fur, yellow eyes and saber tooth fangs where clear to see. Seeing Freya in this light it was easy to pick out littler things. Like the scar over her left eye and above the right side of her mouth. She looked at Ian then at Styxx then back at Ian “you’ve picked a hell of a day to come down here” she said a low growl in her voice. Freya was obviously feeling hostile but Freya was always hostile it was quirk of her species.

“But as we understood it you had something very important to say.” Wraith the second marine said. Wraith was exactly what you would expect form an Orion woman, beautiful, sensual and sultry. But assuming that was all there was to Wraith was the biggest mistake anyone ever made. “However I find myself confused you’ve only been down her for a few minutes. You can’t have said all you wanted too. So why are you leaving? Are you Ok?” she asked in her normal tone soft and seductive. her was no hit of sarcasm or anger in wraith, all there was, was as sense that she was genuinely inquiring if things where ok.

“Mr Bordeaux” River called “My office is open now, if you need to talk about anything. Beside you’re a politician you should be used to a little anger and hate.” she said her tone calm now and far more level. Ian had just caught River at a bad moment. If he had bothered to stay and find out why she was so upset, instead of storming off like that then maybe he could learn to understand a few things.

Lieut Styxx (Marine OIC)