Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Back on the Atlantis…Peter Sigmundsson and Helka Odinsondottir…when the past does not match the present or the future on USS Atlantis on USS Atlantis
Pellan Vell motioned the next Galactic Union officer forward as he approached Peter. “Lieutenant Commander Sigmundsson I would like to present Hekla Odinsondottir. She is part of our data analysis team.”

Peter blinked in mild surprise at the introduction. That was one hell of a coincidence, and when he turned to look at her he blinked in surprise again.

“Pleasure,” the woman extended her hand. Even though she was rather tall for an average human, Peter’s height dwarfed her five foot 8 inch frame. She had a classic nordic appearance with dirty blonde hair pulled back into a loose braid that hung on one side of her head. The braid did not match the formality of her uniform. It was looser with small wisps of hair framing her face. Her eyes matched the iced blue of the glaciers of Iceland. Her uniform was in stark contrast to her pale skin tone. The uniform was a coat and pants set made of what looked like black leather. The cut however wasn’t the sleek lines many others wore but looked more like a functional coat one would wear outdoors. “Please call me Helka,” she stated and gestured to one of the nearby shuttles.

It took a lot to pull Peter out of his rhythm and everything about their Data Analyst seemed designed to throw him off his game but he simply moved on, slightly unfocusing his eyes and smiling and joining her.

“This should be fun,” she said as they walked to the vessel. “Do you like jokes,” she asked him. “If so I have one.”

Peter raised an eyebrow as he looked at her, his smile still there “Love a good joke”

“Two spies walk into a shuttle. They don’t say anything. Just exchange glances.” The joke ended by her reaching the shuttle entrance and giving him a subtle eye glance to take two seats in the back. There was nothing hostile or deceitful in the act. In fact it was far more playful making fun of the odd situation they were in. Both Hekla’s career path and Peter’s tended to be more cloak and dagger. She had never been introduced to another spy so blatantly and then told to go play nice and answer questions. Usually it was the other way around were she found a target, earned their trust, and got the information she needed.

Peter snorted lightly at the joke, it wasn’t really funny but it did sound like something a group of operatives would think of.

Moving to the back of the shuttle in the seats she indicated, Helka sat down. “I do hope we will talk over the next few hours. Random eye glances can be so hard to interpret.”

Hekla Odinsondottir

Peter shrugged, “I don’t mind asking and answering, it’ll certainly save on time. Tell me, does your intelligence service have lectures on the different languages you need to learn? Like six hours spent listening to an instructor from three generations ago telling you the importance of reading any and all languages important to your job?

CIO