Inside Remy’s quarters, the chime sounded.

It was late, 2336, and she didn’t know if he was sleeping or not, but this couldn’t wait. Ayla felt dazed and undoubtedly when the door opened, her expression would be the same. She had replayed the message over and over in her mind as she walked through the corridor. It had been a punch to the gut and it took all of her training to calm herself so that she could go do the one thing she was loathe too.

This was not going to go over well, unavoidable circumstances or not.

Sharise, CNS