Posted by Captain Remy Boudreaux (CO) in Officers Quarters - Current Sim

Posted by Gamemaster Alfredo Linguini (GameMaster) in Officers Quarters - Current Sim

Posted by Captain Remy Boudreaux (CO) in Officers Quarters - Current Sim
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Hours later, Remy had an odd desire to return to his quarters and look at Henri D’Aramis rapier that was in his quarters.

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Needing a small break from the investigation, Remy sought the solitude of his quarters. Seeing his collection of prizes usually calmed his mind. There was something about the touch or feel of many of the relics, that was reassuring.

As soon as the door closed behind him, he could once again sense that something was . . . off. Something about his quarters was different, he just couldn’t place what that was . . .

Moving around and picking up each item, remembering the story behind it, the story of how he acquired the items, brought him peace when his mind was unsettled. . . the baseball, the revolver, the manuscript, the rapier. . . the rapier was his favorite. When he drew it from the scabbard, he could picture himself as the swashbuckling musketeer, protecting his king and queen from the evil Cardinal Richelieu.

Grabbing the hilt, Remy slowly withdrew the blade and held it aloft. . . .

Boudreaux (CO)

Nothing happened. His normal urge to dash off to the holodeck and play a Three Musketeers related fantasy was… lacking. It was it all the power that the sword once had over him, was zapped out of the sword. It didn’t look any different… it just felt different.

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Remy swung the rapier around in several arcing sweeps, a parry, thrust, a swipe, and another thrust. He usually felt like a child living out a boyhood fantasy when handling the blade, but this time, that feeling was missing. The enjoyment and the sound of the blade slicing the air was gone. . . no grin came across his lips, no adrenaline rush, nothing. . . .

Perhaps it was the current mystery of the toy car, maybe the lack of having Ayla aboard, or possibly stress that he wasn’t even aware of, that caused the lack of enjoyment, but something was missing.

Remy slid the blade back into the scabbard with an audible ‘schwing’. He strapped the belt around his waist. Maybe that’s what the problem was. Pulling the rapier from his hip with same audible sound, he swung the blade around once again, only to once again feel. . . nothing.

Boudreaux (CO)

Boudreaux had an powerful urge to reach out to Commander Wells on a secured subspace channel.

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After a moment, Remy replaced the blade, removed the belt and lay it on his desk. Another strange feeling took over. . . he remembered Helenacsaying something to him about things not always being as they appeared, something along those lines. Whatever it was he had an irresistible urge to contact her.

Sitting at his desk, the blade beside him, he opened a secured channel to Starfleet Command and Cmdr. Wells. He sat back and patiently waited for the connection. . . .

Boudreaux (CO)

“This is Commander Helena Wells. Ah, Captain Boudreaux! How do you do? I understand Starfleet gave your ship leisure time at Risa. To what do I owe the pleasure of your … transmission,” said Wells.

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