Posted by Captain Dira Myqian (Commanding Officer) in Deck 9 - Shadows Are Not Immune To Light

Posted by Commander Dr. Royal Sinclair (Executive Officer) in Deck 9 - Shadows Are Not Immune To Light

Posted by Captain Dira Myqian (Commanding Officer) in Deck 9 - Shadows Are Not Immune To Light
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She looked away, surveying the room and her hands tightened around her knees, knuckles paling. “Maybe,” she whispered. Determined people could make anything happen. Just look at what he managed before, and look at what she managed to do to escape. Anything was possible. “I just know William better than you or anyone else does. If there’s even a slim chance he can make good on his promise, he’ll find a way. He’s not the smartest man but he knows how to get others to help him.” She suddenly whipped her head back to Sinclair, her dark eyes intense. “But know this, it’s the same as before, the ship and crew come first. It doesn’t matter what happens to me, so long as they are okay.” But as those words came out, her face contorted into a level of unexpected anguish and she buried her head in her arms.

Captain Myqian, CO

“Of course it matters what happens to you. Don’t be daft.” Sinclair said and shook his head as he rose to his feet. “If what happened to you doesn’t matter, then nothing you do matters. And if nothing you do matters, than nothing that comes from your actions matter.” He looked down at her and said “And you know for a fact that that is false. If it were true, you would have been content to let him do whatever he wanted. And you didn’t. You actively combatted him and his agenda because you knew he was an active threat to the ship and the crew.” He looked around for a moment, speaking as he did so. “You matter, Captain. If you didn’t… none of this would be important. And if it wasn’t important, you wouldn’t be in here with me trying to work through it.”

Sinclair, XO

Head still buried she squeezed her her hands tight, the nails digging in deeper than before. Her stomach churned more. Dira looked up, her eyes alight. “Don’t you get it?! If it was between me and the crew, I pick the safety of the crew. So would most people. But the thing is I knew what that would mean. He told me his whole vision. All the anguish shifted and it was still there but now it was fuelling and intense mixture of fear and rage. “He wanted children!! THREE OF FOUR! Three or four…” Dira gasped, her head spinning. She couldn’t breathe! But she was also stuck in this spot on the floor. She had known the whole time once the situation became clear that she would have gone willingly and lived that horrific reality to save the lives of others. Because William Franks would easily kill those that got in his way and she cared too damn much to just selfishly let him to protect herself and her future.

Captain Myqian, CO

Sinclair looked at her and said calmly but very firmly “Don’t you get it? What he wanted or wants or planned for or prepped for doesn’t matter anymore.” He took a breath and then sat down hard on the floor in front of her. “Whatever he wanted. Whatever he planned. It’s done, No, it’s not a simple snap of rhe fingers and it’s over for you. But it won’t even start being over until you accept the fact that he lost. And if you can’t acknowledge that fact with your whole being… you aren’t doing yourself, this ship, or this crew any favors.” He looked around the cramped space. “It started here, Captain…” and he looked at her with resolute understanding.

“It needs to start ending here, too.”

Sinclair, XO

It didn’t feel over, so she didn’t know how to even begin. He was in her head in a way she was still trying to understand. He made her doubt her telepathy, made her afraid of it. It was also the dream. The one that struck such deep fear in her heart that it often drove her from her bed. The one that had sent her careening into Maria because she had been confused and unintentionally found herself on this damned deck. Dira braced her elbows on her knee, held her head, and sobbed.

Captain Myqian, CO

Royal leaned back, propping himself up against the wall and let out a breath. “I hope this is cathartic crying, Dira. Because if this is a psychotic break, we are going to have a much different relationship if I have to drag you out of here. You know how small that tube is.” and he mov3d to sit next to her.

Sinclair, XO